Humorous Romance Novels & Stories

Raphael, filthy, and incredibly mischievous. The thought of the discreet encounters they could have all day long makes her gasp for air. As Jannis's thoughts swirl with the limitless potential of their clandestine romance, her pulse beats with excitement. In response to Jannis's excitement, Jake chuckles softly. He gives her buttocks a good smack and squeezes them together. You're being quite mischievous, my dear. However, I adore it.

I laughed. We spent the next four hours watching old action movies. We sat side-by-side, sharing my one pair of headphones so we wouldn't make much noise. We made fun of the bad acting and the impossible stunts. Every time a character did something ridiculous, Jax would lean over and whisper a joke into my ear. I watched him more than I watched the screen. I watched the way his eyes lit up when he laughed, and the way he bit his lip when he was focused. I realized that this was what I wanted.

Richard commanded, his voice shaking. "The man you're so 'in love' with, Oma... the man you think is your hero" Nora said with a cynical laughter "He’s the one who took everything from you in the dark. So you see, he’s not the saviour; he’s the 'random stranger'." My breath hitched, I staggered, almost fainting. I looked at Richard, at the steel-blue eyes that had haunted my dreams long before I met him in the diner. The pieces of the puzzle slammed together with a violence that left both of us breathless.

kenzie said as I stared at her "oh gimme a break, love at first sight seriously?" I said "yeah it's romantic" kenzie added "ew, gross" I blute out cause the word disgust me "you see quincy here is a no love life type so she doesn't understands love" Gianna said to kenzie as she hand quotes the no love life type word. "Awwwn that bad" kenzie said in a sad tone "okay enough of this love talk am starving" she said as her stomach rumbled loudly making us laugh.

Isn’t this easier? “Ah… what type of romance?” she asked. He adjusted on the chair facing her somewhat. He was now staring at her properly. OMG! All his attention on her now. No… she was just flattering herself. * “any type of romance.” he said. Isn’t that question weird? He thought. “what do you mean any type. Including oldies romance?” “gross, do I look desperate?” he scoffed. She laughed and hit his shoulder lightly still laughing. What is funny again?

"Be my girlfriend for thirty-one days." The room fell silent for a few seconds, before Alana burst into laughter, she couldn't help but find the proposal absurd. She covered her mouth, trying to stifle her laughter, but it escaped in bursts. "Are you serious?" she managed to say between giggles. Roman's serious expression only made it more comical to her. "You're really good at making hilarious jokes," Alana chuckled. "If my intentions were to joke, I wouldn't be sitting here with you," Roman said with a serious face.

He asked, a glint of amusement in those blue depths. I chuckled, “Nothing, it's just…” I shook my head, “If I didn't know any better I'd say your parents named you right,” His lips thinned, “In what sense?” “I mean…you're quite a romantic husband, Roman,” I said. It took a while, but I saw the light in his eyes shift as the joke clicked. It was unexpected, the sound that left his throat. A laugh. It was rich, melodious and ut had my heart pounding so fucking hard I thought my ribs would crack. I feared he could hear it.

“Is that code for ‘has a private jet and a team of bodyguards’?” “Possibly.” “Is he a billionaire?” “Technically.” “Is he dangerous?” “Only when someone threatens his tea shop girlfriend.” She blinked. “You’re living in a mafia rom-com.” I laughed. “It’s more like a mafia drama with pastry breaks.” We grabbed lunch at a rooftop café. Juliette talked about her latest dating disaster — a guy who thought “matcha” was a Pokémon. I told her about how I'm enjoying my new work and how my staff are all nice to me.

I said, quick, my voice light, a chuckle slipping free as I pictured him—those lashes, that smirk. She nodded, her grin widening, her finger wagging. “Good, who’s more romantic?” I leaned forward, my elbows bracing, my mind spinning—Lucien’s quiet touches, Damien’s bold moves. “Both,” I said, slow, my voice teasing. “But Lucien’s got the edge, he got the soft stuff, sexy stuff, all of it. Damien’s sweet, but Lucien’s… smoother.” Her brows shot up, her laugh sharp, her hands clapping once. “Smoother, huh? Alright—who makes you laugh more?”

And I, - “Are you done with your pity party?” Zuri interrupted my thoughts. “How do you know I was feeling sorry for myself?” “You were pouting. And it’s all you’ve been doing since that dumb date. Just forget about Rain. He’s not worth it. Although he’s really good looking,” Rishi said. “I know, right? Stupid Rain and stupid Roman.” I growled. Zuri pulled me close, “let’s just go see a movie. I hear there’s a new romantic comedy out. Rishi, you want to join us?”