Top Romcom Novels & Stories

"She's out to get me. She faked her death. She faked the whole dramatic exit. She'll show up once I've paid my dues." He clung to that belief. It was all he had. Even if the love he felt was nothing but a side effect of some drug. Even if that love had curdled into something dark. Nora was beside herself, crying next to him. Francis watched her, and after a long pause, a sly grin spread across his face. "Yeah, Natalie loved me. She'd come running back the second she heard I was off the market." Nora, eyes red and swollen, looked up at Francis on bended knee and heard him say softly, "Nora, let's go ahead with the wedding, okay?

She looks nothing like the glamorous bride he assumes she’ll be in a few hours—yet he can’t remember seeing anything more beautiful, or sexy, in his life. Something in his chest tightens, a mix of love and the overwhelming urge to pull her into his arms and take her back to bed, to rumple her even further. Even Romero seems affected. His second, who rarely shows anything but stern professionalism, actually cracks a smile. “Congratulations, Aurora,” Romero mutters, awkward but sincere. He leans in and gives Aurora a stiff kiss on the cheek—something Dominic never would’ve expected—and then excuses himself with a muttered promise to update security and keep watch outside the venue.

"Alright, what are we watching? And before you say anything, Ericka, if you pick The Notebook again, I'm leaving." "It's a classic!" "It's emotional manipulation disguised as romance." "Says the man who cried at the end." "I had something in my eye." Dominic laughed, scrolling through the streaming options. "How about a compromise? 10 Things I Hate About You?" "Heath Ledger," Ericka sighed dreamily. "I can live with that," Maxwell agreed, reaching for a handful of popcorn. As the opening credits rolled, Ericka shifted closer to Dominic, resting her head against his shoulder. His arm came around her automatically, like they'd done this a thousand times before. In a way, they had, but always w

Natalia had to turn, and what she saw made her clench her fists in annoyance. Aliyah was also looking back at Romero. She winked at him, then pouted. She blew him kisses and even turned to do a little twerking. Romero just sat there, smiling and smirking. He even lifted his hands and acted as if he had her butt in his palms. Natalia fumed in anger. She balled her fists so hard they cracked, yet it still didn’t draw Romero’s attention. Natalia moved closer to the distracted Romero. She hugged him and kissed him—if the billionaire hadn’t been quick enough, the kiss would have landed on his lips.

“We could even collect cats! Oh, Asshole would love that! We could start a cat farm—” His expression twisted with genuine distaste. “I take it back. Fuck me, I’ll just die single.” “Wait, wait, hold on… ” He paused mid-pushup to eye her suspiciously. Fighting back a smile with everything she had, she asked, “You watch rom-coms?” He narrowed his eyes to slits and sniffed haughtily. “I’ll have you know, rom-com is the most elite of all movie genres.” Unable to hold it in any more, she burst out laughing. By the time it died down, she felt better, lighter, as though a bit more of the stress and tension she’d been carrying for days had been released.

"Let's just order room service and watch a movie. Something light." I raised an eyebrow, amused by her suggestion. "A movie, huh? What did you have in mind?" She flashed a mischievous grin. "How about a romcom? 'When Harry Met Sally' is a classic." I groaned playfully, feigning dismay. "A romcom? You're going to subject me to that?" Her laughter filled the room, infectious and carefree. "Oh, come on, Liam. It's a great movie. You might even like it."

I should have known when I saw the place was empty. “He doesn’t have to divorce; you can just move on with your life.” Romi played with red ketchup, smudging the white plate, her thoughts still somewhere else. I arched my brows and shifted on my chair. I fidgeted with the soft, white, and black striped cotton tablecloth. “Isn’t that adultery?” Romi snorted with a smile and shrugged. "Well, he is engaged to another woman while still married to you. I think that is fair.” She glanced offside once again like something invisible held her attention.

I tossed the ones I’d just worn into the wash before heading back out. Amaya was in the living room, crouched over the TV, flipping through streaming options. Her hair was still damp, her legs folded under her on the couch. “What movie is it?” I asked, moving closer. She glanced over her shoulder at me and her lips began to quiver like she was hiding a grin. “Something light. You’ve probably never watched it before.” “Try me,” I challenged, sitting down on the couch beside her. “It’s a rom-com.”

“Nikolai and his guest, Bianca. Dominic Vitale and his wife, Sam. You already know Sasha And last but not least, Sergei.” I don’t reach my hand out and nod at them instead. “It’s nice to meet you all.” Looking stunned, Sasha shakes his head, then he glances at Roman, who says, “This is Ana Petrov. My Wife.” “Holy fuck,” Dominic mutters again. “You got engaged and got married? When?” “Doesn’t matter,” Roman replies. “Just nod if you need to escape,” Dominic says, his tone playful. Roman lets go of my hand and wraps his arm around my lower back.

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.”