Spicy Romcoms Novels & Stories

She reached for the remote, scrolling through options. “What kind of movie?” I asked. She hesitated. “Something easy.” “Easy is good.” She glanced at me. “No sports documentaries.” I gasped. “That’s discrimination.” She laughed. “It’s survival.” I liked her laugh. It did something stupid to my chest. She settled on some romcom—something with bright colors and ridiculous plotlines—and pressed play. The screen lit up. For a few minutes, we actually watched. Or tried to. I kept noticing little things instead.

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

His eyes dropped to where his thick c*ck was stretching me open. “Look at that… taking every inch like a greedy little slut.” He slammed back in, so deep my vision whited out. I wrapped my legs around his waist, nails digging into his shoulders through his shirt as we f*cked like an!mas, raw, sweaty, and messy. My second orgasm hit even harder. I screamed his name, pussy spasming wildly around him. Roman cursed, thrusting through my clenching walls before he suddenly pulled out and came all over my stomach and t!ts, thick ropes of hot cum painting my skin.

'They are diabolical! "Well, Colm, what are we watching?" Celly asked. Colm smiled, "I appreciate being included." He slid his arms off the sofa and wrapped them around the girls pulling them close to his sides. "I figured, I should show you both how sophisticated and romantic I am." He smiled. "Let's watch Roman Holiday. I love Audrey Hepburn, or if you ladies prefer romance with some comedy The Princess Bride is a great classic and I'm sure you both will swoon over Wesley and his sword skills." Colm winked at Ang.

Grayson mutters something under his breath, but I can see the amusement in it. We move into the living room, the energy shifting into something easier. Jamie drops onto one couch, Hanna curling into his side like it’s automatic. Grayson sits beside me on the other one, his thigh pressing against mine, warm and grounding. Jamie scrolls through options. “Action or comedy?” “Comedy,” I say. “Rom-com,” Hanna adds. Jamie groans. “No chance.” Grayson leans slightly toward me. “Rom-com.” I grin. “See? Good taste.”

“You, what’s your comfort food.” “Aside from coffee?” he said and smiled. “I like spicy food, not just spicy but really hot.” And she immediately connected it to something that almost raised one of her eyebrows: spicy foods were known to be an aphrodisiac. So was it one of the reasons he liked sex so much? Then, she remembered her dream where he was sexually molesting her and she felt her face heating up like somebody, or Soren himself, had rubbed a Carolina Reaper on both her cheeks.

"Why, what happened?" "Well, we've been flirting for months and just made the relationship official, but it just doesn't settle well with me, though I do love him, a lot, and I'm sure he loves me as well, but the thing is, we hardly have time for each other, either one of us is too busy for the other, it's always work, work, work, we've never gone on a proper date before, we don't even do what couples do, everything is just seriousness and work" Laura complained bitterly, " And you want to know the most crazy fact of this, it's that we've never had sex before, it's either a call comes in, when we're about to do the deed," Laura added, it really hurts her.

I order spicy pasta with pepper soup and just water. Jonas wrinkles his face at my choice of food. "How do you digest so much spice lady Rosie?" I shrug. "Yeah." Amara says. "You only ever eat spicy food. Why?" "Every other thing just tastes like... Ash." "That's weird." Violet mumbles. "Anywho... Today's bill's on me!" "Why?" Jonas blurts out. "That's weirder than lady Rosie's love for spice." Her honey coloured eyes begins to twinkle and she tucks her hair behind her ear.

"The Dean will be back in thirty minutes, Roman. Get on your knees. I want to see if your tongue is as sharp as your architectural drawings." Roman didn't hesitate. He dropped to the floor between her legs, his face inches from her dripping heat. He could smell her-raw, salty, and ready. He buried his face in her, his tongue lashing out to find her clit. Maya let out a sharp, jagged breath, her hands finding his hair and pulling him deeper into her. "Yeah, worship your TA," she groaned, her voice a guttural scrape. "Lick it clean, you pathetic little failure."

“I even had to send you a text message.” “So, it was you,” Shadow uttered in a deadly serious tone as she was not in the mood to entertain the other. “Of course, it was me,” Spider answered proudly, running her fingers over her Dutch braid. ‘What do you want?” Shadow asked, signaling her aides to step back. “Hm?” Spider tilted her head. “What do I want, you ask?” With a quick jump, she landed on the ground. Dusting the invisible dust off her arm, she looked at Shadow. “I wanna spar with you. And maybe, make you mine?”