Romance Funny Novels & Stories

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.

Their hollow eyes made my skin crawl. "Exchange your vows." The ghost bride slowly lowered her head toward me. In that instant, a small piece of skull slipped loose from the side of her forehead and fell. Right then, I heard the system notification: [Ding! Congratulations on successfully selecting your target: Ximena Ferguson.] [Target has gifted you a blood-red formal suit. It has been added to your inventory. Bonus reward: one universal glue.] [Please remove the nail from Ximena's head and use the universal glue to repair her skull to increase intimacy.]

Yet… I couldn’t help noticing Romano looked distracted. Not distant. Just… occupied. Every few minutes someone handed him another report. Another phone call interrupted whatever conversation we were having. Another meeting stole him away. He apologized every single time. “I’m sorry.” “You’ve said sorry four times today.” “I know.” “So stop apologizing.” “I’ll apologize for apologizing.” I couldn’t help laughing. “There you are.” “What?” “That smile.” His expression softened. “I like making you laugh.” “I noticed.” He leaned down, kissed me for a second absent-mindedly and disappeared back into his office with Dante.

“It’s not like that. It’s complicated.” Her friends didn’t press, understanding without words. They picked a light romantic comedy, and Elena allowed herself to sink into the warm, carefree energy. She laughed, genuinely, and felt her shoulders relax for the first time all day. The jokes, the teasing, the small details—like who stole the last brownie—grounded her in the moment, letting her forget the office and Damon for a little while.

Izan laughed with me, and that woke up my aunt, who only frowned when she saw us laughing. “What causes funny?” asked my aunt. “I want to understand.” “I want to understand too,” said Izan, and I laughed harder. “The fallen angel who created us is in love with the great white she-wolf,” I said with amusement, and I began to laugh harder. Of all the things I was prepared for in this world, that romance was not among the things I would see. I laughed too hard at the situation; it was unusual, something that made me see powerful creatures as ordinary people.

I hissed in response and looked over at Cara who was busy texting on her phone and Jenny was still laughing after hearing my story. "This feels like the start of something cute, Chloe. You know like the teen romance novels and movies where the enemies fall in love with each other eventually." Jenny added, wiggling her eyebrows and I groaned in frustration. Mandy frowned at her response and shook her head as if that was the most ridiculous thing she has heard. "Trust me, this is not some novel or movie and nothing like that will ever happen. He is so annoying and I wish I had killed him with my..."

“When I fell in love with plain Jane.” It would have been a romantic scene, but this retard guy chortled at his own statement. Ever since the ‘high school’ incident, my bond with Judiel and Mirajane grew stronger. So strong that we were able to laugh at this kind of joke when others would think of it as a ‘below the belt’ pun. We became more comfortable and confident that this won’t be a reason for us to start a fight. “So, what are we planning to do?” I asked after laughing with them.

Lud yelled. I gave him my middle finger while I was kissing Kennedy, causing them to laugh even more. “This is the most romantic date I had in my life.” “So did I, my prince.”

Why did you get so drunk? Romance him... How could I romance a man as rough and hard as you? Can I handle it? Can I really do it? I don't even know anything about that thing. How can I do it properly? “I guess, I will need to make some research about that.”

My brows narrowed in confusion after listening to his words. “What do you mean?” “I mean that you’re seriously busy in the extra class of romance with me.” He spoke, yanking me to him by snaking his arm around my waist. “You’re crazy, Jonathan.” I slightly hit his chest, and we both laughed. ‘I love the way how easily he changed my mood and made me laugh. I just love him so much.’ I wondered and lost myself in his soothing laughter. “I love you.” He wrapped me in his warm arms and kissed my forehead.