Witty Romance Novels & Stories

My fingers flew over the screen before I could even breathe: What the fuck did you send to my office, Romano? The typing bubbles flickered, then popped. His reply came in seconds. A single giddy bear emoji… mocking, childish, smug. Followed by: “You’re officially my work wife now… So I got you a flower, and you should wear a red gown and look prettier than the roses for me tonight… Xoxo” My stomach lurched. My fists tightened so hard my nails dug crescents into my palms. I typed back, seething, every word punching through my fingertips:

"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."

~VITTORIA ~ Living with Roman was much more fun and exciting than whatever I had imagined. The warm and heavy weight of him during our cuddles, the scent of his skin and the feel of his body during our passionate sex, the light ray falling on his face as I woke up to him, being almost hooked at the hip with him.

They started poked around my room, making fun of my movie choices on the laptop. "Wait a minute," Mark said, pointing at the screen. "You guys watched The Fast and the Furious? Just the two of you? In the dark?" "It was on the recommended list," I muttered. "Man, look at this," Swiss laughed, nudging Mark. "They’ve got the food, the movies, the matching pajamas... You guys are like an old married couple. You traded Chloe in for a defender?" The room went cold. I felt Jax go stiff behind me.

Or… “What?” He drawled. “How did I get an unromantic man?” She asked out loud. “What? I’m so romantic,” he whined. “Really?” “Yes, really.” She smirked, as she folded her hands under her breast. “Who calls their mate, mate? Can’t you think of anything more romantic? I mean, it’s not that I don’t like it, but come on. It sounds a bit…” she winked. “Dry. Yes, definitely dry.”

The hurt in his blue orbs,the shallow breaths he took and the sad smile which finally thugged at his lower lip. She finally realized the worth of her words on the night of her escape. Yes she has brought the vampires to their knees and made her people happy but her happiness went along,it vanished into thin air and this made her shiver. .. .. “Arise,arise” the witch chanted over Damien’s injured body,he looked like someone who had been ravaged by beasts but nevertheless,the witch singsong over his body, passing hot coals and portions over his head before he slowly came back to live.

The young woman sitting by me stopped her game and watched me rant in astonishment. When I ran out of angry words, she clapped her hands in succession, and it echoed in the silence. "Well said, Princess, but I think someone lied to you, just like they lied to some of them over there," she said, pointing to a point in the room's corner. "Over there in the blue dress is Princess Kit of the Blue Brook Pack. She was given away as an alliance gift to the Lycan King and found herself as a slave here the very next day. Following her is Princess Yvette from the distant pack region of the werecats. She was told that she was to be matched with the Lycan Prince. She has not gotten over the deceit that

He rubbed his shin, where I just kicked him while gaping at his idiocy. “Seriously! How can you even say that? Erotica basically means fucking anyone within a 10 meters radius! Romance means it has a storyline and the characters are faithful!” I explained to him, flailing my hands around me. “O-kay... I’ll pretend I understood that.” Dodging another kick, he rose from his chair and began putting his books back inside his bag. “I need to head back now. Mom had a night-and-day shift, so I have to cook dinner. See you on Monday!”

And we can look at instances such as - calling yourselves romantic names rather than your real names". I scoffed and almost laughed and Ryan noticed. Romantic names indeed. "Yes - it's one of the spices of a relationship. You shouldn't just go ahead calling each other by your names. You can make use of something like baby, sugar, sweetheart, love, and all that..." "Ma'am" I suddenly cut in and raised my hand. Oh, God! I didn't even realize when I did that. "Yes ma'am Bethel? Do you have something to say?" The counselor asked and I slowly stood up.

Her outfit also made her sparkle among the other people who seemed mediocre and mundane compared to her astonishing beauty. His heart skipped as he observed her most minute actions and admired her mere gestures. She seemed to move with the grace and elegance of a rose dancing in the gentle breeze. He watched as she giggled and shared a joke with her 'betrothed'. Oh, how he wished to be the one holding her in his arms and sharing inside jokes with her. The thought may seem immoral but not far fetched. Ruby and the Camel girl are still to be married and until they are not then there's still a chance. "She's not my girlfriend..."