Romantic Comic Novels & Stories

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

Raphael, filthy, and incredibly mischievous. The thought of the discreet encounters they could have all day long makes her gasp for air. As Jannis's thoughts swirl with the limitless potential of their clandestine romance, her pulse beats with excitement. In response to Jannis's excitement, Jake chuckles softly. He gives her buttocks a good smack and squeezes them together. You're being quite mischievous, my dear. However, I adore it.

My best friend liked it instantly. [Congrats, Director Thornton. Welcome to freedom!] I was promoted to the position of finance director in my company. I bought my own home, and I had a cat. After everything I had been through, I finally understood that loving myself was where lifelong romance would truly begin.

“Oh really? What makes the place romantic then?” She shrugged. “The interiors. The music. The food. And you.” Wisdom then winked at the still-munching Denver. He bit his lips sexily. “Gosh, I never knew that I am already a Mr. Romantic, eh?” “From the first time I saw you until today, you have always been the National Romantic Man of the Country ever since.” Wisdom’s face beamed with an angelic smile that, if Denver is an ice cream, he had long gone melted in his chair.

I warned. “I don’t do rom-coms.” I crossed my arms. “Then tonight’s your first. Lucky you.” We spent ten full minutes debating genres like our lives depended on it. I called him a cinematic snob. He said I had the taste of a teenage girl. Eventually, I wore him down. We settled on a gloriously ridiculous romantic comedy with far-fetched meet-cutes, wedding hijinks, and the cheesiest slow-motion kiss I’d ever seen. Liam had something to say about almost every scene.

"Maybe that's the point." Damien watched her for a long moment. Then, with quiet finality, he said, "You're better than this. Don't let them make you forget that." "You know what would really make them choke?" she slurred, eyes glittering with spite and liquor. "If I walked in next weekend on your arm, dripping diamonds and lies. Told the whole world we're madly in love." Damien raised an eyebrow. "You're suggesting we fake date?" She hiccupped. "Not seriously. Unless you're that bored."

Too easy. And that’s what made me crack. I was getting to know him, and suddenly my mouth was running off thoughts and questions without consulting my brain. “Alright,” I said, stopping in my tracks and folding my arms. “I have to ask. Why are you so… pro-romance? You’re all about the cheesy shit.” Colton turned to look at me, his expression amused as he adjusted the hat on his head. “Pro-romance. Is that what we’re calling it now, huh?”

Her eyes red, she tried to sound generous as she said, "Felix, don't you love me the most? Are you really going to blame me for this? I'm your only public girlfriend; everyone expects you to marry me. I'm upset, Felix. I'm the one who's been by your side. Why would you need a substitute who looks just like me? You can't love anyone else—only me!" She thought her tantrum would make Felix apologize and comfort her. But Felix's gaze turned icy with fury, the killing intent practically radiating off of him. He only relaxed when he saw me open my eyes. The three followers, seeing the tension, quickly jumped in. "Mr. Palmer, Darcy is your true love. Everyone else is just a passing fling. You shoul

Then my fingers dip in, searching for something to ease the tension in the room. "Do you like romance?" I ask, raising one above my head. It is only when I have asked him that I think about how the question might sound to him. Come on! He isn't smiling when he says, "What a cliché. Rom coms always seem to have the same stories with nothing fancy, nothing real. Give me something real, please."

"So something casual would probably be the way to go. You don't want to seem like you're trying too hard." "And how do you know all this sir? You're sixteen!" "I read a lot of romance novels!" Mason said, laughing. "And I watch a lot of movies. I'm very much a hopeless romantic. I'm like a human embodiment of a romcom. Just ask all my friends." "Yeah, okay." May said, joining in the laughter. "I believe you. You're such a hopeless romantic that you're probably writing your own romcom about yourself." "I'll make you the leading lady, of course." Mason said. "So I'll need you to look beautiful but not overly done. Perhaps something that shows off your natural beauty.