New Romance Comedy Novels & Stories

“Right… Okay, you two need to do away with the friendship between the two of you. Even if you two are alone together, you need to practice your romance. Acting out under the watchful eyes of people will look easy for you but stiff to the onlookers.” Raina came over to where I was and pointed at Sandy. “Have you two even kissed before?” She asked and it felt like the room became smaller. “K-Kissed?” Sandy chuckled. “No… why would we do that?” “You see?!” Raina’s loud voice made me jump. I sighed. “Can you go straight to the point?”

They walked up to us, and Dex stopped walking. "Hey, boss, the guys are still training." The shirtless one said. Dex nods. "I figured as much. I'm not here for that." He gives him a confused look until he looks at me. I look at him for a second and put my eyes on the ground. "Who is this?" He asked. "This is Grace. We are getting married in two days." They started laughing, causing me to look up at them. They looked at me, and the shirtless one shook his head.

" What am I going to do now? should I apologise or what?" " Yes you should and make it romantic" Mr DiCaprio "Michael does the gym offer still open?"

I smiled, the first true, effortless smile of my recent life. "Yes, but only if you promise to help me study for the Bar," I said. Richard burst out laughing, a sound of pure, unadulterated joy that drowned out the noise of the press. He slid the ring onto my finger, and as he kissed me, the flashbulbs of the world captured a new kind of headline. The Ice Prince was gone. The Scandal was over. We walked out of the granite doors and into the bright Californian sun, not toward a penthouse, but toward a life that was finally, beautifully, ours.

“I didn’t come here to watch a movie.” Ryan chuckled, nudging my knee with his. “Come on, sweetheart. If we’re getting married soon, we should bond.” I tensed at his words. We, getting married. No. I had already told him—I wasn’t going to let this happen. I inhaled deeply, forcing myself to remain still as he scrolled through the options. “Ah,” he said suddenly. “This looks good.” A romantic comedy. Of course. Ryan pressed play, resting his arm across the back of the couch. His fingers brushed against my shoulder, and I fought the urge to move away.

How ironic. Renata and Bastian had already taken their seats. "Wow, it turns out to be quite comfortable, and the movie theater is very clean," Renata replied, looking enthusiastic and happy. "What did you choose earlier?" asked Bastian because Renata ordered the tickets. "In romance comedy, I like light storylines. If it's too heavy, it gives me a headache," said Renata innocently. "And I like more comedies, so I can be satisfied laughing." Bastian smiled a little at Renata's answer. What a kid, Bastian thought. Whereas in reality, in life, storylines are light? Bullshit...

“I know you waited for me to react but I was honest when I told you that I am over him and I want to focus on you,” Their colleagues were quick to notice that the two had patch things up and they were closer than ever. They went to lunch together and did all the romantic things that couples do. Brighton asked Annita if Tom was at his office and she said that he was. He walked towards his office but he stopped at the door when he heard Tom arguing with someone. He did not know who it was but it seemed pretty hitted.

Maybe I'll lead him on, help him get out of his clothes and leave him without them, so he has to walk to his car butt naked with all the paparazzi watching and taking pictures. No, he'd like that very much; the whole world staring at his dick that's actually very impressive. I shake my head, dismissing the thoughts as he hands me my popcorn. Maybe I'll shove the entire bag of popcorn and watch him choke on it. No, I don't want him to die. He's my mate. The movie, Love Strikes Back, is a romcom. Cupid shoots an arrow at a divorce attorney and makes him fall in love with a wedding planner. It'd be a great watch if I wasn't thinking of ninety nine ways to cut of Sinclair's dick.

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?”

Even if he was not interested in her life, he should make her believe he was. He opened his text message. 'Are you still with your date? I'm glad it's going well. I'm home. Enjoy yourself and don't forget to bring her home. Be romantic.' "Ow! That hurts." "Shit!" He murmured. "I'm very sorry. That's not how I meant it. No offense, please. I have to go soon, so I thought there would be no time to talk properly about yourself." "Oh! It's alright. We can meet tomorrow, then. Or what do you say?"