Romance Comedy Novels & Stories

The fact that he had dark hair falling onto his forehead, and carried out himself in an easy manner made it appear as though he was at peace, almost tranquil. However what really caught me were his eyes when they became tender upon turning to look at me. I couldn’t help the lazy smile and felt warmth spreading all over my chest. This was no illusion…it was this instant itself sitting together in a cinema hall watching romance comedy movie. For once there was no fear or danger; there were no pack politics, no witches or wars; there were only two of us sitting side by side watching a romantic comedy in the theatre. We are just two people in love with each other

she yelled again, sounding like a nagging mother from a movie. I did what any normal person would do in that situation—I pretended the signal was bad and hung up. She sent me over ten messages on iMessage. “This is just as I expected when she knew what happened,” I said, gazing at the stunning night view of the castle from the balcony. The castle was bathed in soft moonlight, the landscape dotted with distant lights that twinkled like stars. “This is why ladies like you don’t get invited to a ball dance. It’s ‘ball dance,’ not ‘balcony dance,’” Leo’s words made me turn toward him.

Alex grinned. She stared at Alex, teary-eyed. "I love it. Thank you." "It's nothing," he murmured. "You seemed stressed out, and I thought something like this would help you relax." "It is. I already feel de-stressed," Camille laughed lightly. "Then how about we get you even more de-stressed?" He raised an eyebrow, pointing at the wide screen in front of them. "What do you say to romantic comedy?" "I say yes! Romantic comedy is my thing."

We got popcorn and walked to the cinema. “Do you know what I love the most about this cinema?” I whispered into his ears. “The moment…” He looked into my eyes. “The moment the light goes off,” I smiled at him. I felt newly in love. Duncan never failed to make my heart flutter. The play was a romantic comedy, just the type I liked. It was two hours well spent. And he drove me back home and in front of my door, we kissed like two youngsters that just fell in love. You know those types of kisses that came with giggles. He watched me enter before he left.

“What’s the matter? Are you feeling unwell? There are too many people here. I’ll take you home to rest.” I looked up and stopped laughing, saying calmly, “Sure.” He seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. Still smiling, I continued, “But I don’t want to go home. Tomorrow’s my birthday, and I want to go for a hot-air balloon ride. I want to watch the sunrise with you.”

"She's out to get me. She faked her death. She faked the whole dramatic exit. She'll show up once I've paid my dues." He clung to that belief. It was all he had. Even if the love he felt was nothing but a side effect of some drug. Even if that love had curdled into something dark. Nora was beside herself, crying next to him. Francis watched her, and after a long pause, a sly grin spread across his face. "Yeah, Natalie loved me. She'd come running back the second she heard I was off the market." Nora, eyes red and swollen, looked up at Francis on bended knee and heard him say softly, "Nora, let's go ahead with the wedding, okay?

Adrian looked thoughtful. “I have tried.” “Tried?” “It’s difficult.” “Why?” He hesitated. “People misunderstand me.” Evelyn smiled gently. “I don’t.” He looked at her carefully. “Yes,” he said. “I know.” Their first kiss happened six months after they met. It was simple. Unexpected. They had been sitting on the apartment rooftop watching the sunset. Evelyn turned to say something. But Adrian leaned forward and kissed her. Softly. Slowly. When he pulled away, she stared at him.

Then a slow, soft smile spread across his lips- the kind that made him look almost human, almost gentle, even though I knew the darkness still lurked just beneath. “Whatever you want, baby,” he murmured, kissing my forehead. “A movie sounds perfect.” He got up and browsed through the streaming apps on the TV. “What kind do you want? Action? Thriller? Or something soft?” “Romcom,” I said quietly, already changing into my soft silk shorts and a loose top. The fabric felt cool against my still-sensitive skin. I climbed into bed, pulling the blanket over my legs. Tristan chose a popular romantic comedy and dimmed the lights before sliding into bed beside me. He immediately pulled me between his

They started poked around my room, making fun of my movie choices on the laptop. "Wait a minute," Mark said, pointing at the screen. "You guys watched The Fast and the Furious? Just the two of you? In the dark?" "It was on the recommended list," I muttered. "Man, look at this," Swiss laughed, nudging Mark. "They’ve got the food, the movies, the matching pajamas... You guys are like an old married couple. You traded Chloe in for a defender?" The room went cold. I felt Jax go stiff behind me.

Jennifer Koch, my childhood friend, has spent years helping me "test" my boyfriend, Tyler Sloan, to see if he's someone worth being with. When she sends a message in our group chat saying that she wants a beach vacation, her boyfriend immediately books first-class flight tickets for the two of them. Meanwhile, I wait up, checking my phone constantly. The clock strikes midnight before Tyler's reply comes in. "I'm busy." On Valentine's Day, Jennifer is showered with gifts and flowers. What I get is a lecture from Tyler. "Can you not be so childish? Who cares about these frivolous things?" Every time, I hold back my tears and try to excuse his behavior for him. "He's just not a very sentime