Witty Romance Novels & Stories

She said. "Come on this is not a marriage proposal, do you think my marriage proposal will be as lame as this? I can be very romantic when I want to be you know." I said and she laughed. "You? Romantic? Okay tell me, how will your marriage proposal be?" She asked. "You'll only get to find out if you accept to date me now so do you?" I asked. "I told you so." She said. "What?" "I told you back then remember? You said you weren't ever going to fall in love, I told you that you will and I'll be here to say I told you so when that happens." She said and I laughed.

She shook her head and acted innocent but the way she was trying to hide that teasing smile made me roll my eyes. “Yeah. But your face says otherwise.” Her smile turned into a beam. That smile infected me like a powerful virus. Earlier we were crying, silent, then now we’re smiling at each other like idiots. “So, now that you know… What are you planning to do?” “I don’t know.” I took another sip on my coffee. “I never even thought he would like me to be honest.” Mira softly slapped her forehead. “You…! You thick-headed, clueless writer! How ironic that you didn’t know, knowing that you have written numerous romance story?! There were plenty of circumstances that Heiji showed his true feeling

summer said as she gave a sexy wink at her before heading outside but not before sending me a deadly glare "you know I just got the best punishment for you, I'm gonna fuck you till you scream with your last breath" she said as she brought her face closer to me for a kiss and I immediately spat on the face again which resulted to another slap yet again by now I'm sure my face is all swollen and red "I would rather get killed than have anything with you" I said as I felt blood hooze out of my nose "fuck" I muttered under my breath "think you're strong huh, I'm just gonna kill you slowly" she said before heading outside.

The car was silent for almost a minute before Anthony started to speak. “The fourth rule shall be; us displaying public affection but being ourselves in private.” “PDAs? Like what?” “Hugging, holding hands, and kissing.” I almost choked on my spit at the last thing he said. He wanted to actually do romantic things in public, with me. “K-kissing?” Anthony nodded with a look as if I was supposed to know about the rule. “We will need to do those things in public to deceive people. People on social media are smart, babe. They can sense bullshit from just posting one word. I said this before, Sandy. So, yes. The fourth rule will be; romance in public, friendship in private.”

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

My fingers twitched, aching to fist in her hair, to drag that smart little mouth right where I wanted it. I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck, “You call me an idiot again, I’ll bend you over the hood and make you spell my name with your tongue until you forget every other word you know.” She smoothed the skirt of her dress with one graceful hand, rolling her eyes, “You really do know how to romance a lady, Rino.” “You want romance now?” I asked, arching a brow. She shook her head, that wicked smile cutting across her face. “No, I want you to do a donut.”

When they eventually came out of their rooms, Ram, who was well-known for his humorous banter and sharp wit, couldn't resist the chance to taunt them tenderly. "Ah, the lovebirds emerge from their nests at last!" said Ram, greeting them with a humorous smile on his lips and a sparkle in his eye. " Did the joy of marriage cause you to lose sight of time?" The others gathered around him laughed and gave him some friendly jabs in response to his remarks. "Oh, Ram, you know how it is when love takes over," mock-seriously fired back Rajeev, who had a little flush to his cheeks. Time is reduced to a whisper in the romantic melody." The gathering laughed and nodded in accord with what he said.

"Very… romantic." The way he said 'romantic' made it sound like a sickness. Bastard!

She said, and cast her eyes down, shaking her head. I could see her mood swing from one of hope to one that was reflective. She thought deeply. She remained silent for close to a minute before she spoke again. “Grandson,” she bounced back much spiritedly, with warmth in her voice, “romance is like a dice; it always takes two sides to win a fortune but often, it is only one side that gets the attention. The one you love may not love you back. And it is highly unlikely that two people would love each other equally. Like the downside of a dice, a true lover isn’t one that comes with glory to seek your praise. There would be no top side of a dice if the down side decides not to rest.