Funniest Romance Novels & Stories

Hearing the system's promise, I was instantly tempted. "Ximena, let me fix your skull." I used the universal glue to carefully attach the missing piece back onto her head. After it dried, I had her shake her head a few times to test it. "It's really fixed." Ximena broke into a happy smile. I seized the moment to make my request. "Ximena, today is our wedding day. Let's just forget all the misunderstandings from before. How about you give me that nail as a token of our love?"

I chuckle, shaking my head at my eccentric fiancé. Man, it feels great to call him that again! "Romantic gestures can be overrated, anyway," I counter, hands clasped behind his neck. "I love you, you crazy person." "I love you more," Max replies before our lips meet in another kiss. Before I know it, he's twirling me around the kitchen floor, the spilled milk a distant memory until the next morning. "You were right, Buffy tells me. This was good. No, Buffy. This was perfect."

He got it by seeing her angry scowl that he had guessed wrong even this time too. "Then what about some kind of palace, yacht or crui…." "Get the fuck out of your romance story, Easton Marzel," she spat at him, completely irked. "How could someone's guesses be so terrible and wrong?" She yelled at him and he held back his laugh at her reaction. "Do I look like some kind of heroine of your romance story, running inside your head?" She snapped and he cracked up. "Fine if not heroine then I can offer you to be a bitchy villian in my romance story. I won't mind it at all," he teased her more.

“Remember what we did in Hawaii? Five days full of fighting and ridiculous things.” They both chuckled, remembering their strange honeymoon. Most couples spend time on romantic things on their honeymoon, but they don't. The romantic things Anthony had planned fell apart, replaced by unexpected absurdities that were truly unforgettable. “I'm starting to think that we are unique. We are not the same as most couples out there. That's what makes me always love you. I never get tired of loving you. In fact, my love keeps growing every day." “Ouch, don't say that,” Shanon pinched Anthony's waist playfully. “You make me not want to leave you and Charlie.”

he asked. “Maybe I just don’t have anything to say to you.” “Ouch,” he said, mock-clutching his chest. “And here I thought we were bonding.” The corner of my mouth tugged before I could stop it. “Stealing my fries isn’t bonding.” “Depends how you look at it,” he murmured, eyes on the road. “Some people would call it intimacy.” My pulse stuttered. I looked away quickly, forcing my gaze out the window again.

She then looked at him leaned in for kiss it felt like it lasted long but it was just for a few seconds “Do you like it” he asked looking at her as she blushed then he dragged her and kissed her again Dating Mateo felt like living inside a painting. He took her to hidden cafés. To quiet beaches outside the city. To late-night music performances. Sometimes he would sketch her while she talked. “Stop moving,” he said once. “I’m not moving.” “You’re breathing too loudly.” She laughed. “You’re impossible.” “And yet you like me.” He couldn’t deny that.

Weeks had slipped by like sun-warm sand through a montage of shared laughter and whispered lines. The friendship between Ahaan and Aneet bloomed as if it were something tender and growing, something everyone was rooting for without saying so. For a film as intensely romantic as Star Crossed Lovers, this easy comfort between the leads was a gift. With Aneet’s final exams over, a new energy hummed between them. She had survived the brutal juggling of workshops, practice sessions, script readings and thick stacks of Political Science and English notes without collapsing into chaos, though a few times she came close.

Then, impossibly, she started laughing. It wasn't polite laughter or even amused laughter. It was the kind of laughter that comes from spending weeks balancing on the edge of breakdown, the kind that borders on hysteria, the kind that made her sink against the doorframe and hold her stomach while tears streamed down her face. Liam watched his carefully planned romantic gesture implode in real-time and found himself laughing too, because what else could they do? Their fathers had engineered their entire relationship as part of a criminal conspiracy, they were facing federal investigation and hostile takeover, a woman had died confessing that she'd helped orchestrate a fake pregnancy to test L

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

He asked as he got to the kitchen counter. "No. Your wife and I were just talking. She was actually telling me of an old ridiculous story which has no meaning" she replied and laughed. What? "Really?" Ryan asked in surprise. "Are you guys that close already?" "Yeah - to be sincere, your wife is so much fun to be with - especially with the funny story she told me" she said and threw a glance at me. What the hell? "Hm" Ryan mumbled and took in a slice of plantain.