Witty Romance Novels & Stories

He looked shocked again, before smirking at me once more. “Baby, you could fall off a building, or fall out of a tree, but –“ “But, the best way to fall is to fall in love with me,” I interrupted him and looked up to see him shocked. I laughed and scrunched up my nose. “Just give it up Romeo. You’re lame and boring.” “Romeo’s a wuss and I am not boring,” he faked hurt. “Well, he’s manlier than you’ll ever be.”

Back then, he had used this trick to win over her heart too. Looking back, she finally realized how stupid she was before. A man’s promise was only a lie. All the romantic gestures were traps to bedazzle the woman’s heart. The corners of her lips twitched into a sardonic smile as she held the bouquet of flowers. Matthew thought success was near upon seeing her smile. Immediately, he did as he had rehearsed before and led her toward the hall that was covered with fresh flowers. He readjusted his emotions, knelt one knee, and held her hands. “Christina, I like you. Be my girlfriend.”

Raphael, filthy, and incredibly mischievous. The thought of the discreet encounters they could have all day long makes her gasp for air. As Jannis's thoughts swirl with the limitless potential of their clandestine romance, her pulse beats with excitement. In response to Jannis's excitement, Jake chuckles softly. He gives her buttocks a good smack and squeezes them together. You're being quite mischievous, my dear. However, I adore it.

and moved back. Everything was too much for me to intake. All surreal but scary. I composed myself and said," I used to think you are an irritating, arrogant, and ruthless businessman. Never in my dreams, I thought you can be a ‘hopeless romantic’ too.” "See, when it comes to romance, I believe in keeping it simple. For a second, did you call me ‘hopeless romantic’ by any chance?", his words held a little annoyance. Very little that to be noted.

"Maybe that's the point." Damien watched her for a long moment. Then, with quiet finality, he said, "You're better than this. Don't let them make you forget that." "You know what would really make them choke?" she slurred, eyes glittering with spite and liquor. "If I walked in next weekend on your arm, dripping diamonds and lies. Told the whole world we're madly in love." Damien raised an eyebrow. "You're suggesting we fake date?" She hiccupped. "Not seriously. Unless you're that bored."

The romance becomes a beautiful fire. His cockhead nudges my entrance. The pressure builds. My pussy pulses with readiness. Wet heat invites him inside. He pauses. His forehead rests against mine. Our breathing mingles together. Love and lust intertwine in this one perfect moment. The slide in feels imminent. The romance blazes bright. It promises so much more.

“My version of romance involves not starting a war before the eggs cool.” “You have a real gift,” she scoffed. “Thank you. I take bribes in sarcasm and coffee.” “You’re unbelievable.” “And you’re ungrateful. Match made in hell.” We fell into a rhythm, bickering and chewing, like two wolves gnawing on bones and insults. She avoided my gaze like it was cursed. I watched her like she was a riddle I hadn’t solved yet and didn’t want to admit I was trying. And then it came.

I said, quick, my voice light, a chuckle slipping free as I pictured him—those lashes, that smirk. She nodded, her grin widening, her finger wagging. “Good, who’s more romantic?” I leaned forward, my elbows bracing, my mind spinning—Lucien’s quiet touches, Damien’s bold moves. “Both,” I said, slow, my voice teasing. “But Lucien’s got the edge, he got the soft stuff, sexy stuff, all of it. Damien’s sweet, but Lucien’s… smoother.” Her brows shot up, her laugh sharp, her hands clapping once. “Smoother, huh? Alright—who makes you laugh more?”

he said in a whiny voice. “I’ll find you an assignment, in Antarctica or somewhere far,” I said to him with a smile. “You know you could always cut the electricity, light some candles, make it romantic,” he said as I looked at him. “What’s wrong with you?” I asked him. “Nothing, you have no imagination!” he said loudly. “I don’t need to light candles or cut the electricity,” I said. “Women want romance, they want to be swept off their feet, surprise gifts and flowers,” Jett said as he batted his eyelashes at me.

The moment he caught sight of her, he yanked her into his arms, babbling senselessly. "Charlotte, I'm so glad you've come back to me at last, after all this time… I want to spend the rest of my life with you, making you happy… I swear you'll have nothing but the very best… that's why I've spent five years learning how to sweet-talk a woman, buy her gifts… I'm a good kisser, now! I'll be so good to you! I'll make you feel like the luckiest woman who ever lived! So, please… say you'll be mine, won't you? I really, really, really like you…"