Funny Romance Books Novels & Stories

"You've worked with me for months and you're only asking now?" "I've been a terrible boss." "Terrible." I smiled. "Answer the question." She thought about it. "I read." "What kind of books?" "Romance." I raised an eyebrow. "Really?" "Don't judge me." "I'm not." "You definitely are." "I read romance too." She laughed. "You?" "Don't look so shocked." "I am shocked." "I contain multitudes." She laughed again and I realized something. I liked making her laugh. Not because it distracted me.

George said, "What?" Lucas asked, "A love novels catalogue?" Charles asked, "Did you send it to the wrong place? Did you actually plan to send it to your girlfriend instead?" Christin said, "Girls like to read domineering CEO related romance novels. Dear guys, please read them carefully, study them, and try your best to please or flatter your wife. This is a catalogue of a collection of series I specially chose of storylines about how to spoil the girlfriend. I excluded those storylines that break somebody's heart as I definitely couldn't bear to do that.

Sophie is a typical romantic young woman. The books she reads most are romance fiction stories and the rules inside the books had become her treasured wisdom. "Let me tell you, in this type of properly arranged blind date, you will not be able to find any suitable partners. It is too old-fashioned. Everyone who comes will be prepared with their hearts filled with expectations and imaginations. When they really meet, they will not have any feelings anymore. The type of fate that comes unexpectedly is more reliable. For example, at a supermarket, when he reaches for something and accidentally hits you or he is pushing a trolley and accidentally knocks into you.......

My best friend liked it instantly. [Congrats, Director Thornton. Welcome to freedom!] I was promoted to the position of finance director in my company. I bought my own home, and I had a cat. After everything I had been through, I finally understood that loving myself was where lifelong romance would truly begin.

“Lucas.” She lifted her drink toward me. “To terrible Friday nights.” “You can say that again.” I clinked my glass against hers. “But I have a feeling you’re about to make my night better.” Her laughter rang out in the space, tinkling like bells. Yeah. She’d do just fine. Apparently Emma wasn’t just beautiful, she had a nice personality as well. The conversation came easily. She was funny, smart. I didn’t know someone working as a graphic designer could have that many funny experiences at work.

Felza's blushed, her neck flushed red, “You can't lie, it's written all over your face. You literally called me fat.” “You’re not.” I said, almost seriously, “You look perfect.” “Then I'll excuse you for some time. I have to complete this book.” I stared at the book in her hands, slightly curious, “Is that a dark romance book?” “How did you know?” Felza asked, slightly baffled, “You read dark romance books as well?” she looked rather shocked when I nodded slowly, not tearing my eyes from hers, “I've enjoyed reading books like that for years.” I lied, wanting to impress her. Felza laughed out loud, “What a surprise? Most people hate books like this. What's your favorite?”

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"I don't mind. I actually like talking about my books, even though I feel nervous that I am just penning down words that makes no sense." "I doubt that. Highly." She laughed, smooth and relaxed. "And how do you know? You have not read my books before." "Not yet, but I hope to." She laughed again, and I thought it was slowly becoming one of my favourite things to listen to. "I am not sure you will be interested in the kind of things I write." "I think I will. Try me." "I doubt. I write romance stories." "Is it cheesy?" I teased. "Extra cheesy."

“And that woman... you said she looked like you and claimed to be my wife?” Darcy, wrapping her arm around his, pretended to be sweet and angry at the same time. “Yeah. She even made me call you. But the number she gave me wasn’t even yours. I’m your girlfriend; how could I not recognize your number? What’s even worse is that the number probably belongs to one of her sugar daddies, and I couldn’t even get through. Isn’t that hilarious?” Felix’s world crumbled. He couldn’t even bring himself to laugh.

“How long this time?” “Two days.” He set the book down. “How do you feel?” “Like I got shot twice,” I said, smiling faintly. “But better. Especially after what I just heard.” “You were listening?” “Hard not to when you’re reading dark romance in that voice.” “This voice?” “Yeah. The one that makes book boyfriends seem real.” A small smile tugged at his lips. “Should I be jealous of fictional men now?” “Maybe.” My gaze dropped to the book. “What is it?”