Witty Romance Novels & Stories

Then he added, “And they’re going to wish they hadn’t.” “Ohhhh, that's one of the classic lines in every werewolf romance or Mafia romance story I've read! Or any other fictional book!" Lora squeaked in my head, “This is one of the many reasons I love our mate.” Lora said, voice dripping with honey and something I don't even want to think about.

Kimmy: So true, the men were dapper and knew how to treat the ladies, and the women had an air of sophistication about them. Dante: #truth Kimmy: Thanks again for the dress. I’d better go shower. Dante: Damn, I should have video called. By the way, I normally would have ended the sentence with a winky face emoji, but someone told me they are too cliché. Kimmy: Lmao Dante: That would be a sight to see. Kimmy: What would? Dante: You, laughing your ass off. Kimmy: Well, I do have a nice ass.

I can hear the faint sound of his heartbeat. “Yes, my little flower. It is I you will be on tonight.” Again he chuckles. Oh, my! I am glad he can’t see my face while sitting in this position, as I am sure by now I might be mistaken for a lobster. “Oh, okay,” I sigh and flinch. Is that all I have to say? Why can’t I come up with something witty to say like those heroines I read about in those romance stories? Maybe I could have said something like, ‘Yeah, my ‘possum, I can’t wait to really be on you!’ Wait a minute, ‘possum’? Where did that come from? Am I really this bad at giving pet names?

a girl beside me sighed, draping her arm over my shoulder dreamily. I shrugged her off. “Lucky? If the pay is good, then maybe. Otherwise it’s just more work.” She scoffed. “You’re joking, right? Breathing the same air as the king… smelling his scent every day…” Her voice turned wistful. “And the chance to—” “—fuck the king,” another girl finished with a giggle. I grimaced. The crude words made heat creep up my neck. “Oh, sorry,” the second girl added with mock sweetness. “We forgot we have a virgin saint among us.”

"What do I need to do, sir?" His expression grew even darker. "Are you in for this bet?" "I'll leave it to your discretion," I answered. That response seemed to infuriate him. I could see his grip on his wine glass tighten, his knuckles turning white. "Fine, let's bet." The cards were dealt, and the game was on. I did not get the rules of the game, but the vibe? That I could read like an open book. Everyone was as still as statues, barely breathing.

I open the letter, blushing as my eyes roam over the words he’d neatly scrawled. Prepare to wear nothing but these for me. Love, your fiancé The blush creeps from my cheeks all the way down to my chest. I meet the eyes of my friends, unable to form words as I recount the simple sentence he’d written. How do only eight words have me wishing our party was already over and he was making good on his promise? “Is it romantic?” Winnie asks whimsically. My lips rub together coyly. “You could say that.” In one fluid movement, Emma leans forward and snatches the note from my hands. She quickly reads over the note, throwing it back into my lap with a loud groan. “I get hey you up texts and you get shi

“I’ll play this game with you anytime…you are some hot ladies. I think I like what the weed does to you…crazy imagination…but I won, right? “Seems like we all won, right? “Sure enough…hot stuff I’ll never forget, that’s for sure,” Debbie said. “Me too…me too…”

Kathy leads the couple into the front hall, then towards the front room, where they heard excited chatter coming from the room. "I've heard of the beauty of Dumas house, but the interior is just magnificent. You must have spent a fortune on it, it shows your class as the owners," Asher found that flattery, is a tool that works perfectly. "Oh, thank you, we do try our best," Kathy said with a smile as she led them inside the front room. "Enjoy the party Asher, Joan dear, do come with me," Kathy pulled Joan with her. Asher watched as they made their way around the room.

The passion blazed brighter as each caress received an answer. Lucas thrust. As he pushed his masculinity forward, Velia responded in kind. Collisions occurred. There was a slight pain, but Velia relished it. Lucas saw it clearly. It was not just the influence of the vodka he had just sipped. Impossible. It was inconceivable that his eyes could deceive him in witnessing this sight. Velia's face appeared flushed and surrendered. She was captivated and carried away, desiring more as Lucas could clearly feel what was happening. Velia underneath moved in harmony with the thrusts she received.

She asked when he was done. Like she had done, he held the phone out for her to read it. Mi amor. She cocked a brow. "Spanish makes everything more romantic or so I was told." She laughed. "Don't forget to send it, Madeline." "I won't. I promise." Satisfied, he leaned in and pressed a kiss to her cheek. She recoiled, her eyes asking him what he was doing. "Friends kiss on the cheek." He threw in a wink for an added effect, turned and headed out.