Romance Funny Novels & Stories

"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.

It was music to my ears, and I just can't stop smiling. "Are you done, now, Your Highness?" I looked at him, mocking irritation, as he held his stomach. I don't know what's funny, but he seemed to be having the time of his life. "Yeah…yeah, sorry," he said, in between little laughs. "Ahh, I haven't laughed that hard in a long time." "I'm glad I made you laugh at my flirting skills, My Liege," I said, curtsying dramatically. "Oh, it's not your flirting skills, Skye. And I can't be a judge of that," he wiped away tears.

When they eventually came out of their rooms, Ram, who was well-known for his humorous banter and sharp wit, couldn't resist the chance to taunt them tenderly. "Ah, the lovebirds emerge from their nests at last!" said Ram, greeting them with a humorous smile on his lips and a sparkle in his eye. " Did the joy of marriage cause you to lose sight of time?" The others gathered around him laughed and gave him some friendly jabs in response to his remarks. "Oh, Ram, you know how it is when love takes over," mock-seriously fired back Rajeev, who had a little flush to his cheeks. Time is reduced to a whisper in the romantic melody." The gathering laughed and nodded in accord with what he said.

“And that woman... you said she looked like you and claimed to be my wife?” Darcy, wrapping her arm around his, pretended to be sweet and angry at the same time. “Yeah. She even made me call you. But the number she gave me wasn’t even yours. I’m your girlfriend; how could I not recognize your number? What’s even worse is that the number probably belongs to one of her sugar daddies, and I couldn’t even get through. Isn’t that hilarious?” Felix’s world crumbled. He couldn’t even bring himself to laugh.

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."

Wynn quickly pulled away from him, wincing at the throbbing ache that lingered. They both had their hands on their foreheads, rubbing away to soothe the pain. Suddenly, a loud laugh tore through the silence, and Wynn robotically turned to the source. His laugh -this time- annoyed her. "Why on *earth* are you laughing?" "Isn't this funny?" He chuckled. "Am I laughing?" "Usually, in romance movies the falls are romantic. Yet here we are writhing in pain."

“There’s nothing I love more than spoiling you.” Vittoria felt her cheeks warm, and in response, she rested her head on his shoulder, intertwining her fingers with his. The movie started, but it quickly became mere background to their shared affection: soft kisses, gentle touches, and quiet giggles whenever Vincenzo made a quip about a dull scene. “How do you even like this stuff?” Vincenzo grumbled, almost rolling his eyes at a cheesy romantic scene. “The same way you guys love those blood-and-bullets flicks,” Vittoria shot back, amused, drawing a spontaneous laugh from Vincenzo.

“You're the one with a poor movie choice.” “Just relax, you'll love it.” I picked up the tablet on his lap. “No, I won't. We should watch more action. You know, something to keep us riled up and intrigued.” “And who said that romance wouldn't keep us intrigued?” I raised a brow. He rolled his eyes, “The only thing they do in those romance movies are sing, dance, cry and then they sing again.” I couldn't hold in the laugh that finally bursted out of my lips. This was Kai being Kai and I loved it.

she said with a wink, settling beside me on the couch and pulling a fuzzy blanket over us both. She queued up the movie on her TV, the opening credits filling the room with upbeat music. As the story unfolded lighthearted banter, stolen glances, the kind of sweet romance that made your heart flutter—I tried to lose myself in it. Mira laughed at the jokes, nudging me with her elbow, but I could only manage faint smiles. My mind wandered back to Zayden, to the way his touch had once felt like safety, now tainted by blood.

It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish. When he finally released me, we were both panting. "You love me," Francis said, locking eyes with me, each word deliberate as if willing it to be true. "You'll keep loving me. The drugs are irrelevant." I could not help but laugh. "Francis, who are you kidding?" Francis acted like he did not hear me. He just stood up and smoothed out his suit. "You're getting out tomorrow. Come stay at my place." "That's not my home," I said.