Romcom Novels & Stories

I haven’t seen a dick for over a year. I select The Proposal. I’ll replace one fantasy with another. I’ve always dreamed of having Ryan Reynolds as my personal assistant. The movie starts, and I smile at the screen. I love this movie. No matter how many times I watch it, it always makes me laugh. Gammy is my favorite character. “You’re watching a romance?” he asks. “A rom-com,” I reply. For goodness' sake, this man is nosy. He smirks as though he thinks he’s superior.

“Nothing with gunfights, serial killers, doomed marriages, or dogs that die. That leaves… old rom-coms, cooking shows, and documentaries about tiny houses.” “I contain multitudes,” I said, and sat on the far end of the couch with deliberation. “Pick your medicine.” She scrolled, considering the menu like the stakes were global. “I vote old rom-com. Comforting. Predictable in the ways I want. No explosions except between eyebrows.” “Perfect.” She landed on a movie that knew how to be both funny and kind without needing to break anyone first. The opening credits rolled like a memory. We both exhaled. “May I put this here?” I asked, lifting the blanket. Her nod was automatic and then not; I saw

For the rest of the morning, I tried to focus on my own life. It wasn't easy. Ethan had been talking about Naomi more often. Her company. Her proposal. Her ideas. Her ability to negotiate. He never said anything inappropriate. He didn't need to. I knew my husband well enough to recognize when someone had caught his attention. And Naomi had. That alone made me uncomfortable. By noon, the first report arrived. I opened it. Naomi's company had started small. Very small. The earliest records showed a modest operation in Massachusetts. A rented workspace. A handful of employees. Limited inventory.

"I found this ridiculous movie on N*****x." My heart skips. I should say no. Should keep my distance. Being beside Dolores in a bed, hell, I don't know if I can control myself. But her smile draws me in like a moth to flame. "Sure, why not?" I settle next to her, careful to leave space between us. The movie's some cheesy rom-com about a wedding planner who falls for the groom. "Oh god," I groan as the lead actress trips and falls face-first into a wedding cake. "This is terrible."

Something about the Korean war, forbidden romance and other such shenanigans. Yes, when Vladimir Dobrev killed my family, I had him looked into. Everything I could possibly find out about him. “I look forward to it.” I say to Roman before bending over Irina’s hand and kissing her knuckles respectfully. “I have something for you, milady.” She quirked her pretty eyebrow. “Oh? Presents already?” I couldn’t help but smile. She really was an intriguing woman. “Something like that.”

"You're going to help me? How? And with what?" Kento's grin widened as he crossed his arms over his chest. "I am going to help you with your mission: Operation Romancing my Husband." I frowned. "Operation Romancing my Husband?" Kento nodded. "Yep. That's what you are going to do. Since you two got married without building the most important foundation, which is love, you will have to start building it from scratch. We've already got one of the ingredients: you, being madly in love with my asshole best friend. Now we only need the second ingredient, and that is to make Navid fall for you too."

Just from the redness of Velia's face, she could make a guess. “I don't mean anything bad, but I heard from Rambo that you've also paid your monthly installments this month. Not only that, he said you'll pay off all your debts soon. That's why I'm surprised,” Nia explained at length. “There's no way you can earn that much money in just one short night. It's impossible, Ve. Even if you're as beautiful as a goddess, you're still just an ordinary woman. You're not a celebrity.”

Her heart raced. On the drive here, they had also discussed this, the need to pretend to be in love with each other in public. First to keep the questions about their hasty marriage at bay. Love had been universally acknowledged to be the instigator of insane and unreasonable actions. Besides, their story had the fairytale element to it. Drew was the rich prince who fell in love with the beautiful pauper. Could anything be more Cinderella than that? The second reason was so that whoever was set on ruining McBride Foods would not have another loophole to exploit.

the sound of his chuckle booming over the popping of popcorn. Shawn brings a giant bowl of popcorn over, sitting on the couch beside me as I flip on a sappy love story that I’ve seen a hundred times. The male lead is in an accident that confines him to a wheelchair, and he doesn’t want to live any longer. His quirky caretaker makes it her mission to change his mind, and despite the two falling in love, he still chooses to end his life. It doesn’t matter how many times I see it, I’m sobbing, and internally begging for a different outcome because I’m a sucker for a happy ending.

Kash came behind me and hugged me. "You forgive him so easily. What about me? Do you forgive me?" I pretended to be angry. Kash came to coax me. "You know tomorrow is a good day." Kash found my missing slippers in the bedroom and helped me put them on. "So?" "Good day for getting married." "What?" I kicked him. "Tomorrow, go with me to City Hall." Kash suddenly straightened his body. He happily hugged me, rubbing my hair hard. "I knew it. You're the best."