Funny Romance Books Novels & Stories

Jen sarcastically said. "The lid is the problem but not my fault, okay?" Loki muttered. Jen just steal her cup and close it with a lid quickly. "you are a weakling girl" Jen teased while giving back her shake drink. A woman started to smile and said "It’s looked like you both loved each other" . "Of course I loved him, though he keeps roasting me a lot. I accepted the way he is and I loved him" Loki confidently said. Jen began to pinched twice on her waist, while he was showing his embarrassing face. Jen hid his smiled with left hand.

“Can I even complain? What do you think I should do?” No reply. Just constant movement. I turned to Roxy. “What about you Roxy?” She yawned then licked at my hands. “Sorry if I'm boring you. I don’t have that much entertainment to offer besides these crappy romance novels” —I raised a red hard cover book I was with— “that are crazily interesting. The stakes are absolutely ridiculous but honestly I have to fuel the delusional antics because I picked them up. And I'm sure you’re tired of hearing me talk about them already.”

“And let me guess, you love dark romance?” “Damn, you’re good” I admit with grin. “How did you even guess that?” “It’s always the innocent, looking ones” he says laughing. “I’m innocent, I swear” I laugh. “I just have an unusual taste in books.” “Yeah… I’m not buying that one bit.” I can’t help it, when I laugh. I honestly think I’ve laughed more in the few minutes with Adrian than I have in a while. “I promise I’m a good girl… I won’t corrupt you.” I raise my hand, swearing.

he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“

Bridget laughed evilly, clearly enjoying what was happening to her poor friend. "I bet she'd have kiss marks all over," Ivy added more to the naughty discussion. Ivy and Bridget giggled at the thought, they really had the wildest imagination of all. This was probably due to the fact that these two were both fans of Love Love Me: Intense Romance, a popular novel site where handsome, possessive characters usually had a deep and intense love for their beloved and caged them with their undying love for the other through intense physical activities. Definitely, they were intended for adult audiences. "I'm just worried they'd fight because of us," Dianne, the most rational among the group, looked

I noticed that Kingston was not beside me. "I stood up and went to the washroom.I collected my toothbrush and brushed my teeth when I was done .I had a quick bath .I guess Kingston already went to work. I came out of the washroom with a towel wrapped around my body and bumped into Kingston who held me preventing me from falling.He was dressed for work.He looked like those sexy CEO in romance novels.He looked really great in his suit.Well Kingston is so handsome and is good at manipulating people like he did to me.

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."

But I didn't get a chance to call it out when she continued . “I stumbled upon this book the other day. By mistake, obviously. I thought it was a theological study on ‘Fellowship,’ but it was actually this incredibly sappy romance story about two childhood best friends who fall in love after they made a promise to marry each other if they were still single by thirty.” She let out what sounded like a nervous, high-pitched giggle. “They were very scandalous scenes in the book, Leon,” Rose murmured in a low voice. “Their…sexual escapades were so vividly described I couldn't stop blushing, but I couldn't stop reading either.” She laughed again.

Long enough for me to remember who I was before I met him. Turns out, I actually like romance novels. Not the tasteful literary romances Kenneth approved of. I’m talking absolutely shameless books with shirtless men on the covers, morally questionable billionaires, ridiculous amounts of tension, and enough spice to qualify as attempted arson. The kind Kenneth used to wrinkle his nose at. “Those books rot your brain, Jo.” Funny. I don’t think the books were the problem. I’ve also rediscovered cheesy rom-coms and psychological thrillers, all the goodies that Kenneth never agreed to watch with me because they were “too stupid” (the romcoms) and “too complicated” (the psych thrillers).

"I mean, I get it, I love a good book too, but really, Avery." She counters, "You're the last person to lecture me on my taste in books when you listened to the audio version of Captain Underpants on the way here like a ten-year-old." I retort, "Hey!" defensively. "Captain Underpants is a classic from your childhood!" We both burst into laughter at our own silliness. "Seriously, Isabella, why not give them a shot? How can you judge romance books when you've never read one? You're always saying not to judge a book by its cover. What happened to that principle of yours?"