Romance Comedy Novels & Stories

Ben opens his mouth. “That’s not Xanax! That’s viagra!” We laugh hard. Even Rosalie. “You need viagra to get it up!?!” Michael yells to Ben. “No, it keeps you going for days. Becca is a freak!” Ben defends. “The Valentino women are insatiable! That’s why you’re marrying her! You love it!” Rosalie teases. Insatiable? Good to know. “What’s it going to do to y’all? You’re girls!” Christopher asks half mortified they’ll grow a penis.

" 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?"

Not again. According to the romance movies and novels, whenever the guy and lady were alone, they'd stare at each other for a while, then kiss slightly. After kissing each other slightly, they'd move to a deep kiss. And then, he'd ask her to comfort him in bed. And then, she'd acknowledge his proposal. And then, they'd get pregnant. And then, they'd— Okay. That was stupid. Nothing like that happened in real life. I blinked about four times, realizing I had been deep in thoughts. Oh yeah, I just laughed nervously. "O-Oh. Thanks. You're handsome too, I guess."

Back then, he had used this trick to win over her heart too. Looking back, she finally realized how stupid she was before. A man’s promise was only a lie. All the romantic gestures were traps to bedazzle the woman’s heart. The corners of her lips twitched into a sardonic smile as she held the bouquet of flowers. Matthew thought success was near upon seeing her smile. Immediately, he did as he had rehearsed before and led her toward the hall that was covered with fresh flowers. He readjusted his emotions, knelt one knee, and held her hands. “Christina, I like you. Be my girlfriend.”

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.

Nalanie and Aya descended on the boxes, each taking half a pizza to start. “What are we watching?” I asked around a mouthful of the cheesy, spicy goodness. “This.” Nalanie picked up the remote, and the screen glowed to life, showing a movie title I’d never heard of, but the image was of a couple embracing. “Rom-com.” I choked. For real? Recovering, I said, “I thought you two would be more action movie types.” “Hell no,” Aya said. “We deal with that shit in real life. Now finding the perfect guy, that’s a fucking mystery.”

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.

"How could you? The marriage is in two days. Everyone is coming. My father... he will destroy your company for this. He will ruin you." "On whose approval, Nora?" Richard asked with his voice having so much bitterness, "Who decided we were getting married? My mother? Your father? Because it wasn't me. I never signed a paper. I never gave you a ring, and I never said 'yes.'" "It was understood! It was the plan! It was a business deal between you and my mother" Richard countered. "And the deal is off. Tell your father to do his worst. I don't care about the money. I don't care about the reputation and I’m going to find the only thing in this world that actually matters to me." He said finally

"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?

"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."