Funny Romance Novels & Stories

The man marched up to me and, to my surprise, burst into a peal of mocking laughter. Did you hear her, men? She is very thirsty. I think we should give her some water, isn't it? His sarcasm dripped off every word he uttered. They cheered loudly like cavemen, clamouring for some action. He left my side briefly and returned with a small bowl filled with liquid.

"Why, what happened?" "Well, we've been flirting for months and just made the relationship official, but it just doesn't settle well with me, though I do love him, a lot, and I'm sure he loves me as well, but the thing is, we hardly have time for each other, either one of us is too busy for the other, it's always work, work, work, we've never gone on a proper date before, we don't even do what couples do, everything is just seriousness and work" Laura complained bitterly, " And you want to know the most crazy fact of this, it's that we've never had sex before, it's either a call comes in, when we're about to do the deed," Laura added, it really hurts her.

"It's not funny. Imagine your husband hanging your genitals on the wall for the whole world to see?" "I think it's romantic." "Romantic is when he flies you to Paris. Romantic is when he books the whole restaurant for your first date. Romantic is when he plans a picnic on a sunny Saturday. Romantic is when he cooks your favorite food." She says. "Romantic is not that hideous painting. If that is what you young people call romantic, then romance is dead." Caleb Hunt comes flying down the stairs, wearing simple jeans and a blue sweater. "Honey, I can hear you."

Florence supported him and edged him to keep on working hard. Ryan smiled, feeling a sense of gratitude. "Thank you," he said. "You're pretty inspiring yourself." Over the next few days, Ryan and Florence spent every spare moment together. They explored the city, visiting famous landmarks like the Eiffel Tower and the Louvre. They wandered along the Seine, watching the street performers and artists. They even took a day trip to the Palace of Versailles, where they got lost in the stunning gardens and fountains. As they spent more time together, Ryan found himself falling deeply in love with Florence. She was smart and funny, with a quick wit and a beautiful smile. She was also incredibly tal

"I mean because the man I want you to marry is the one you love and love you but instead of that... you ended up marrying me. Your one and only gay best friend." "Rather than me marrying that Owen! It's better that I marry you. Don't you want to?" "Of course, you're better off, you're not toxic like the other girls and boys there! Then if we live together in the same house, we won't have any problems." "I thought about that too! And when we find the one, the one we were meant to be, we can get divorced right! Isn't easy??" I smiled at him. "Yes, it is!" How many times did we catch up and laugh?

My stomach chose that moment to grumble loudly, spoiling the romance of the moment. For a moment we just sat there and then I started to giggle. “What is so funny?” Ruin was laughing right along with me although he was trying to hide it. “Nothing.” I hiccuped. “I’m just laughing because at least I didn’t fart or anything.” Shaking his head Ruin pushed the menu across the table towards me. “Let’s get you fed woman, I think you are going crazy. And we all know that after crazy comes hangry and no one wants that.”

I could tell before he even opened his mouth that he had come up with something to say. “All day, I’ve been thinking about how funny some things are.” Maverick said in a voice edged with a familiar tease. “Rumors have a way of being right sometimes.” Heat flooded my cheeks and before I could stop it, the words were out of my mouth. “You’re insufferable.” His grin widened. “And yet…” his eyes flicked to my face, catching the way I was biting down on my lip, “…you can’t even deny it without blushing.”

"Maybe that's the point." Damien watched her for a long moment. Then, with quiet finality, he said, "You're better than this. Don't let them make you forget that." "You know what would really make them choke?" she slurred, eyes glittering with spite and liquor. "If I walked in next weekend on your arm, dripping diamonds and lies. Told the whole world we're madly in love." Damien raised an eyebrow. "You're suggesting we fake date?" She hiccupped. "Not seriously. Unless you're that bored."

“Are you seriously going to argue about this in front of me?” Romeo didn’t stop. “Spell hottiest? I-V-A-N.” Rose screamed, “Spell hottiestest, ” “Oh, rude!” our coworkers laughed. “Rose is really bad. Even here, when our coworkers tease us.” We all burst out laughing. I missed this, the silly laughter over nothing. We talked for hours, and the noise in the department got louder. Romeo started telling me stories from our last clubbing night, how Ashley tried to seduce him and then texted saying she wanted to commit suicide because she was so disgusted.

The woman laughs nervously and scurries off. I turn back to Luca. “You’re killing my vibe.” “You’re vibrating at an unhealthy frequency,” he says. “You’ve made three puns in under five minutes.” “Four,” I correct. “And that’s restraint.” He finally looks up at me then. Really looks. His gaze sharpens. The smile fades. Ah. There it is. Luca Romano doesn’t miss much. He especially doesn’t miss me turning myself into a human golden retriever on espresso.