Romantic Comedy Book Reviews Novels & Stories

Was he dissatisfied because he didn't think she seemed miserable enough and wanted to repeat all the tricks he pulled on her to see her life get worse? They always said that it was fun for pretty women to make guys fall into their beauty trap again and again. Was it the same for good-looking men? "Is this a new book or a comic? It looks so romantic!" "Yeah, it looks so beautiful. It must be a love story! Love stories are my favorite. I wonder who's the author of this. Why isn't the name of the author written there?" "We'll know when it's released! Under the pear tree is the promise of three lifetimes. Is it going to be a trilogy?"

Paige questioned, "Why aren’t you saying anything? Is it because the woman who admired you is now with someone else, and you're feeling uneasy? Isn't that how it's portrayed in TV dramas? When a woman pursues you relentlessly, you find it annoying. When she finally turns to someone else, you feel uncomfortable. "In reality, you've long grown accustomed to her pursuit, unwittingly falling in love with her. It's just that you never realize your feelings until she's gone. This is a classic case of not appreciating what you have until it's lost." "This is why it’s best you avoid those cheesy romance dramas," Chris casually remarked. "They lack substance and only lead to overthinking. Whatnots wi

“Except you could make do with some company but in return, I must fix up this whole messy appearance for you.” I sighed and stared at my reflection. I did look terrible and I hadn't taken a shower for the day. Like I said, I wasn't a morning person so no judgments. “Fine,” I said. “We have a deal.” *** It was a pity only six of fifteen books were actually good. I was going to murder Beta Miles for recommending sock as romance books. This was one of the reasons I detested romance and I'm sorry, not sorry but I consider people who read romance books, funny people.

he asked in confusion. "You don't know. Romantic comedy. All these movies that are released in bulk every year" she explained. "I don't like those movies. They don't usually end well. One of them might die or they break up finally" he expressed his letdown. "No, those are romance drama. I am talking about romance comedy. They end happily. The boy always get the girl. Let me say man gets the lady" she clarified. "So why do I have to watch it again when I already know what is going to happen?" Raymond didn't like watching movies. And he wasn't ready to start.

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."

"Really? You'd watch a rom-com with me?" "Don't get used to it," he warned, but he couldn't help smiling at her enthusiasm. "This is a one-time deal." They scrolled through the options, arguing over each title until they settled on a classic romantic comedy. As the opening credits rolled, the familiar scent of her shampoo wafted over him, mingling with the crisp smell of beer. His senses became hyper-aware of her presence beside him.

"You really have no shame." "None." She climbed onto the bed with a book. He stopped. "A book?" "I'm reading." "You ignored me for a book?" "I'm multitasking." He sat beside her. "What are you reading?" She showed him the cover. "A romance novel." He looked offended. "You're reading another man's romance?" She burst into laughter. "It's fictional." "Still unacceptable." He gently took the book away. "Excuse me!" "You have a real husband." She laughed so hard she nearly fell off the bed.

“Occupational hazard. You clean up well.” He stepped closer, “Just well?” I swallowed. “Devastatingly handsome. There. Professional opinion.” Damien chuckled, deep and rough. One hand came up to straighten my collar, fingers brushing my neck. “Flirting with the groom, photographer?” “Wouldn’t dream of it,” I lied, but my eyes dropped to his mouth for half a second. The door clicked shut behind us as the last bridesmaid left. We were alone. “Everyone’s downstairs,” I said, but I didn’t move away.

Hazel said, her voice full of encouragement. “Men never care if you love them truly and stay loyal,” I muttered, still bitter. “Exactly,” Hazel agreed. “Maybe if the perfect romantic heroes from books were real, I’d consider dating again.” I chuckled. “Right? I’m reading a romance novel right now where the male lead is ridiculously hot.” “Ugh, don’t tempt me! I’ve added a few more book boyfriends to my list,” she said dreamily. “I miss our coffee and book talks, girl,” I sighed.

“How long this time?” “Two days.” He set the book down. “How do you feel?” “Like I got shot twice,” I said, smiling faintly. “But better. Especially after what I just heard.” “You were listening?” “Hard not to when you’re reading dark romance in that voice.” “This voice?” “Yeah. The one that makes book boyfriends seem real.” A small smile tugged at his lips. “Should I be jealous of fictional men now?” “Maybe.” My gaze dropped to the book. “What is it?”