Romance Novels With Humor Novels & Stories

She then looked at him leaned in for kiss it felt like it lasted long but it was just for a few seconds “Do you like it” he asked looking at her as she blushed then he dragged her and kissed her again Dating Mateo felt like living inside a painting. He took her to hidden cafés. To quiet beaches outside the city. To late-night music performances. Sometimes he would sketch her while she talked. “Stop moving,” he said once. “I’m not moving.” “You’re breathing too loudly.” She laughed. “You’re impossible.” “And yet you like me.” He couldn’t deny that.

The Bad Boy's Problem (Teen Romance) The Debt Collector (Erotic Romance and sequel to The Bad Boy's problem) The Unwanted Bride (Erotic Romance and sequel to The Debt Collector) My Boss is Clueless (Romantic comedy) Trapped by the Badboy Billionaire (Romantic Comedy and book two of My Boss is Clueless) The CEO's Serious Pursuit (Romantic Comedy and book 3 of My Boss is Clueless) A Chaotic Flower (Romantic Mystery) Conuering the Bad Boy (Teen Romance) The Ugly One (Romantic Comedy) Stalking Aaron (Contemporary Romance and the sequel of The Ugly One) Excuse Me, I Quit! (Teen Romance) The Wrong Brother (Teen Romance) I Still Hate You (BxB, BL, MxM, LGBQT Romance) All For the Money (Erotic Roman

I’d pulled out of her persistent attempts to make us bond, but she just kept coming back. Further down, I’d added something for myself, reading romance novels. I’d intentionally chosen a mafia romance, thinking I might find some peace in it, Instead, it just irritated me. The characters were so infuriatingly smitten with each other, their lives somehow perfect despite the chaos. Unlike me, the female lead wasn’t kidnapped, dragged into a world she didn’t belong to. I slammed the book shut and tossed it onto the bed. My irritation bubbled over, making me restless. I needed water, I decided, standing up and limping toward the kitchen. My ankle was still healing, and every step reminded me of t

“You always read something serious.” “Fine,” I admitted. “Romance.” He raised an eyebrow. “Figures.” “Oh please,” I said. “You love romance.” “I love watching you react to it,” he replied. I kicked his foot lightly under the table. “Behave.” He leaned in. “No promises.” After coffee, we wandered through the bookstore. He picked up random titles, reading the back dramatically. “‘A tragic tale of lost love,’” he read aloud. “Absolutely not.” “Why?”

"How dare you try to look like me! It's time I take that face back, don't you think?" I heard a sickening crack as my nose broke, the pain making my head spin. Their laughter echoed in my ears. "Of course it's fake! No real nose would break that easily. Hilarious!" "And she even copied Darcy's hairstyle! Cut it off!" "Right! She even tried to wear a white dress like Darcy. Let's take that off her!" I tried to fight back, but the three of them overwhelmed me, punching and kicking until I was dizzy and couldn't do anything.

“It was adorable. He used to hide them behind law textbooks. Thought no one would notice.” Lu turned to me, slowly, disbelief dawning in his expression. “Romance novels?” I kept my face perfectly composed. “It’s called studying character psychology. I was curious how emotional arcs were structured.” Christopher leaned closer to Lu and stage-whispered, “Some of them were very emotionally structured. Especially the ones with the shirtless men on the covers.” I tilted my head, deadpan. “At least they weren’t about knights and dragons like yours.” “Oh they were! But mine had duels. Yours had duels of passion.”

I would try to figure out whatever it was that had him behaving like this. But when Grant stepped into my room later, I was already lost in a new novel I’d scored from a thrift store. Not erotica this time—a Mafia vampire with serious trust issues—and I couldn’t stop the laughter that escaped me as I flipped to the next page. “So you laugh while reading?” Grant’s voice cut through me like a blade. I flushed hard. “Of course I do. What’s that supposed to mean?” He smirked, glancing at the cover. “This isn’t one of the filthy erotica you hide between magazines. Nice.”

“No. That you read books like these.” At that, my hackles rose. I had a bit of a love-hate relationship with romance novels. Sometimes they could be so amazing that my mind was blown. But when they were bad, well, they were bad. Since I’d been reading them for many years now, I felt like I could criticize them fairly. But when someone—especially a man—talked derisively about romance novels, I always got defensive. I could call them trash, but nobody else could. “Do you want me to hit you upside the head again?” I held up the book. “Because I will if you keep going with that subject.”

Now he’s insulted me. I feel stupid and used and naive as hell. I really hate feeling that way. His hurtful words have put me on the offensive and I am so going to take him down a notch or two. “Yes, I know exactly what you mean. You think you’re the only one who likes to have a good time, no strings attached? Hellion? You’re the only one who likes to party? Well, sorry to disappoint you, but you’re not. And you might be cute, but you’re not marriage material, okay? That’s why I said yes when you asked me out. All I wanted was a fucking good time and now you’re turning it into something stupid.”

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