Top Romcom Novels & Stories

I say, immediately supplying the name of the old sitcom we’ve all watched a thousand times, smiling softly because I absolutely love that he loved this show. “Yeah, that one was the best one,” he says, nodding like it’s a fact. “The girls were…really nice to each other, and so supportive, and so funny. And I learned about…boyfriends and girlfriends and dating. And what mates were. And with movies, I liked…um, what do you call them? Romedies…?” “Romantic comedies?” I offer. “Romcoms?”

She had to take care of the children, after all. “Is it about love?” London mumbled from behind. He noticed how distracted Sierra was in the last few days. At first, he thought maybe it was because of their finances. But having some men coming over to visit, the boy concluded that it was romance-related. “Mom, if you date someone, I hope it's someone you like the most. Not just because he has money or because he lives next door.” “Hey, I didn’t say anything.” Sierra placed the food she made for breakfast and sighed. “I’m telling you, I don’t plan to date or get married in the future.”

The news appeared on the phone screen: “Matteo Cavanaugh’s True Love Is Roseanne Baxter.” A collage photo of Rose and Matteo showed them smiling brightly, their story framed like a sweet fairytale romance. Romilda’s eyes locked onto the screen, her face slowly turning red. Her life was perfectly fine. She lacked nothing. Rocco gave her everything, along with high-level security. But all that luxury felt like trash to Romilda. “Bitch!” Romilda hurled her phone onto the floor until the screen cracked. She didn’t care about the damn thing anyway. Rocco would just buy her a new one.

“Yes, they always end up together.” “Of course they do. No one would want to watch it otherwise. It’s Christmas, who wants to end the movie with someone being heartbroken or dead?” I chuckled. “Good point.” She settled on one about a baker in a small town, her former love interest returning home after a divorce. “I can’t believe this made the top ten list,” I mumbled, running my hand through her hair. “Again, it’s simple and gives you that warm feeling.” I nuzzled my nose against her temple while we were tangled around each other. “This gives me the warm feeling.”

My back hit the counter, and the spatula clattered uselessly into the sink. “Mav—” My protest dissolved as he deepened the kiss, his hand braced on the counter beside me while the other skimmed down my side, slipping beneath the loose hem of my pajama top. My skin burned where his fingers brushed. “You taste better than breakfast,” he murmured against my mouth, and before I could even process the line, his hand was sliding lower, teasing the waistband of my pajama bottoms. My whole body went still. “Wait, what are you—”

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."

"Shit!" Did something go wrong with her question? "Why?" she asked. "You're- giving me a boner." He pointed to the pet in between. She covered her mouth as her gaze landed on his pet. Zyd's SPG! She suddenly blushed. "What are we going to watch?" she changed the subject; maybe where else would it lead them two. It's still hard. "Erotic Movies." "Huh?" "50 Shades of Gray." Then he laughed. Since she didn't know what movie Zyd said, she agreed. The man immediately leaned over her and smiled foolishly. And she innocently focused on the big screen. She even requested popcorn from Zyd because this is their first movie together so she should be able to enjoy their moment.

They looked so cute that people would stop and just stare at the couple. “So who’s that? Rowell? Rhymes with Noel,” I snickered. “Who is Noel?” she said while brushing her hair. We were then at home that weekend, and she was dressing up to watch movies with her new school friends. I scratched my chin while staring at her, chewing on gum. She looked so pretty in her white top, tucked in blue jeans and Tretorn sneakers. Mica was never a “girly” one: she was into sports so she usually garbs herself in casual, easy-to-move-in clothing and sportswear. I try to emulate her clothing style, but my height simply gets in the way. She picked up her bag and went out. The phone rang. I rushed down and

Shoot! "Love is indeed in the air." Maribella remarked before waving my book in front of the camera. "So, if you people haven't read this, if you haven't been in love, or if you just wanted to enjoy a good romance book then buy Rebecca's My high School Love Affair and it will make you fall in love with life." I shyly smiled and nodded my head. "Anyway…" Maribella's gaze went back to us and she was wearing this stare like when a journalist's curiosity was piqued. "Sir Ibarra, you did mention earlier that you are going to be a part of Rebecca's future, yes?"

I muttered a thank you to him as he starts up the car. "No need to thank me Samantha, tonight you will be my women and it's only my duty to open doors for you. Treat you like a queen you are." He used the hand that wasn't holding the steering wheel to hold mine and place a kiss on it. I giggled out loud like an high school girl. Who knew my romoe was actually a real life Romeo ,he has being behaving so romantic since yesterday and I am loving this side of him. It new and loving. I wish this night could never end.