Comic Romance Novels & Stories

*** We open the store, help a couple of early customers, and within ten minutes Matteo has commandeered a stack of receipts and started sketching circles and arrows like we’re planning a heist. “Okay,” he says. “Option one: classic romance.” “Define classic.” “Candlelit dinner. Somewhere intimate. You get down on one knee. Boom. Tears.” “That’s… reasonable,” I say. He grimaces. “But expected.” “Cara likes expected,” I argue. “She likes thoughtful,” he counters. “There’s a difference.” A woman browsing the romance section coughs pointedly, clearly eavesdropping. Matteo lowers his voice anyway. “Option two: chaos.”

Up in Chloe's room, she was glued to her phone screen, her face lit by the glow of whatever rom-com she had queued up. The door was open, so I walked in without knocking. She didn't notice. "What rom-com are we watching?" I asked, my voice steadier than I felt. She pointed at the screen, grinning. "When Christmas Gets Romantic!" My breath caught. Of course. A movie about falling for someone you shouldn't. About crossing lines you can't uncross. Just like me and Silas. Except I wasn't some innocent heroine stumbling into love. I was the girl getting finger-fucked in a wine cellar by her best friend's father—and going back for more.

“I’m glad. You deserve a little excitement.” She nudged me. “You do too, you know. Just putting it out there.” I rolled my eyes. “Don’t start.” “Okay, okay, I’ll let it go. For now.” She stretched and picked her wine glass back up. “Now, tell me, what are we watching? Because if you suggest a horror movie, I will riot and I will win.” “Rom-com?” I suggested. “Ugh, fine,” she said, though I could tell she secretly adored them. “But only if the main couple has ridiculous sexual tension.”

"How was it? Is it correct that your blind-date partner is not up to your taste?" She nodded. "Is there anyone that you unexpectedly encountered who made your heart jump excitedly?" She nodded again. How could it jump excitedly? It nearly jumped to death! "Wow! Just as I had said, it is so accurate. Then, it was also raining. Are there any more romantic happenings?" Arya turned her head around and with her long hair still dripping water, she quietly said. "Sophie, ah...... This chance encounter if it is good, it is called romance but if it is bad, it is called a nightmare."

She could puke if she saw another romance movie. Athina had punished her with these things since they became friends, not again. "Romance" kyros argued and Maria looked at him with an unfazed expression. "Really? Romance? We drove all the way out here to see two people fall in love and live happily ever after?" She questioned him. She had never been a huge fan of romance and frankly she didn't understand why people enjoyed it so much. It was just basic things that happened everyday, unlike action/thrillerwhich could excite one's fantasy and actually bring about fun. Maria wished everyone could think like her.

I feel so lonely. His sad look and hard words touched Maria's heart. I can hug you if you want. She kneels down to him, wraps him in a warm embrace, not at all gratuitous, both two were carried away by their passions, and ended up giving each other a long and intense kiss, apparently of hormonal reconciliation, the passion seemed to take them to another level. But she cuts the romantic course, arguing that she will not forget everything she saw, and lived. She tries to leave, he takes her arm and asks who she is, she tells him her full name and again reminds him that she saved his life, he thanks her but reiterates who you really are, she replies; - Don't you see, I am your Karma and you are

He rubbed his shin, where I just kicked him while gaping at his idiocy. “Seriously! How can you even say that? Erotica basically means fucking anyone within a 10 meters radius! Romance means it has a storyline and the characters are faithful!” I explained to him, flailing my hands around me. “O-kay... I’ll pretend I understood that.” Dodging another kick, he rose from his chair and began putting his books back inside his bag. “I need to head back now. Mom had a night-and-day shift, so I have to cook dinner. See you on Monday!”

How I met him was quite a meet-cute, never have I been in a relationship this passionate. He was everything and supported me, he gave me all I ever asked for. Since I first met him at the club, where I turned from a waitress to a striper, he had always hovered around me. He made me felt special, I could see his love for me in his eyes. We never had any problems, just small irrelevant arguments. I have been dreaming about the day he would propose to me, to be sincere, I have never been this patient in my life.

Lance was already planning on the things he wants to do at the mall. One afternoon, Charm asked me to go around with her before going home. She looked so sad and distracted. We went to the Square and checked out the new stores and ate pizza. She told me she broke up with Franco. They had a misunderstanding and she's not really very patient. I was upset. I really liked Franco. He seemed so dependable, kind, and smart. "I think I got bored. I was looking again for excitement. Our relationship just went through that comfortable phase." Charm picked on her food. I retorted, "He's such a nice boy. He is exactly what you need. I don't know what else you are looking for." I wanted to kick her. I

I said, and he chuckled. “Normally, people would offer comforting words in these situations,” he said. It took me a moment to understand what he meant. “I am Rachel Snow, Leo. Not normal people,” I said, reminding him of who I am. This might be one of those rare moments where we actually talked without any underlying tension. “Care for a dance?” Leo’s words took me by surprise.