Romantic Comic Novels & Stories

“That they’re boring as hell?” “I just enjoy true stories, no matter what the subject is.” “So do I,” I reply. “That’s why I like romance. Love is real.” He chuckles into his glass as though he finds that amusing. I glance at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Rom-coms are about as far from real life as possible. I bet you’re also the type who reads trashy romance novels.” I stare at him blankly. I think I hate this man. “I do, actually... and if you really want to know, I’m watching Magic Mike XXL after this so I can watch gorgeous men take their clothes off.”

“My house is not haunted. It just needs some attention.” She stuck out her tongue. "Attention from a priest." Owen chuckled. “Joking aside, Benny, it’s really great you bought this place.” Ben shot Caroline a smug look. “I’m sure the ghosts agree,” she shot back cheerfully. “They’ve probably been lonely.” She cackled as Ben swatted Owen with a paintbrush, smearing green across his chest. By the time they finished the room, all three of them were splattered with paint and exhausted.

He is very smart and intelligent, more than a usual kid his age. -He is homeschooled and a tutor comes home to teach him. He is only talkative around his father. Micheal Williams -He is 26 years old and the best friend of Liam. -He is also Liam’s right hand at work and a private investigator. Luna Smiths -She is 25 years old. She is the girlfriend of Liam -A pretty face with bitchy soul. Leo hates her. Charlotte Miller -A famous model of New York. -She is 28 years old.

It's Saturday so I thought we'd play Wearing only this robe come and see What I have planned for you and me I know you are wondering so here's a hint It's all about us and time well spent I've been planning this a good long time And today is the day you are all mine Love, Jack PS - have an open mind. I lifted the robe from the hook and pushed my arms into its long soft sleeves, the coolness of the fabric virtually weightless on my bare skin. I turned to exit the bathroom and noted the wide smile the new robe had put on my face in the vanity mirror. Jack had always been a romantic; I was lucky to have a husband who adored me almost as much as I did him. Although he was nearing forty-five, he

The smell of new books has kept enticing a chunk of the population, albeit a smaller percentage, and mostly, people who buy from us are collectors, those who are too rich to spend money on things of the past–and that's what we offer: old, tanning books with worn out spines; a remnant of the past, a time when HarmonyMatch was never a thing. I man the register for a couple of old folks who got a stack of magazines. I smiled as they walked out the store, his hands on her shoulder, both smiling as they talked about their purchase. I thought about how they were Matched, whether they knew each other before the ceremony, if they were childhood sweethearts, or if they were familiar faces you see on

"Well, you're everything I expect my mate would be, not your snobbishness though -just your hight, your handsome face, your abs and your aura" I turned in his arms and stared at his face. "I want my mate to be very romantic and creative, because I'm beautiful, hot and creative" He smiled when I said I'm hot. "Romantic?" I nodded. "How do I know if I'm being romantic? Am I romantic?" he asked. I scoffed and rested my head back on his chest. "You're far from being romantic" I said. "Oh" there's a hint of disappointment in his voice. "Yeah, I want my mate to always kiss me goodnight, make me breakfast in bed and wake me up with a kiss to eat the breakfast"

, he said as he looked at me, a little bit of resentment still on his face. “ Oh, so you are the dramatic type?”, I asked, trying to lift the mood. “ It's not being dramatic, it's being romantic. Why am I even telling you that? You'd never understand, would you? You're not the romantic type”. “ Says who? Even the students at your school will vote me as the most romantic man that ever lived”, I said sarcastically and we both laughed. My heart skipped a beat - Hunter laughed, genuinely, because of me?

*** We open the store, help a couple of early customers, and within ten minutes Matteo has commandeered a stack of receipts and started sketching circles and arrows like we’re planning a heist. “Okay,” he says. “Option one: classic romance.” “Define classic.” “Candlelit dinner. Somewhere intimate. You get down on one knee. Boom. Tears.” “That’s… reasonable,” I say. He grimaces. “But expected.” “Cara likes expected,” I argue. “She likes thoughtful,” he counters. “There’s a difference.” A woman browsing the romance section coughs pointedly, clearly eavesdropping. Matteo lowers his voice anyway. “Option two: chaos.”