Drabble Comic Novels & Stories

I SEVENTEEN YEARS AFTER: “Grazzie Ella have you seen your brother, Drazzie Drae?”Draeko asked his daughter who was in their mansion’s living room, reading an English pocketbook. Grazzie became an avid fan of some famous writers whose genres are fantasy and paranormal, especially those werewolves, vampire, and dragon stories.

She craved to be chosen openly, shamelessly with no hesitation. When he entered her life, he gave her exactly that, intense affection, gentle touches, long conversations, and a kind of desire she had never known. For a sheltered girl who has always felt invisible, his warm affection always felt like a light at the end of a tunnel. But behind the desire lay something heavier. His temper, his violent stories, the weight of his complicated past, and the quiet way he consumed her emotionally began to drain her. Torn between the only man who made herpersonal story about the dangers of being intensely desired and the courage it takes to choose oneself over the person who makes you feel everyth

Drake said looking around them. Mason chuckled at that. "Dude, the woman every where are similar. They gossip , they giggle and they show off" Mason commented. Dale snorted. "You have no idea" he muttered. Drake chuckled. "Don't let them hear you both commenting like this" he made fun of them both. Nyra smiled listening to them. Drake noticed the confused look on the woman, who just said that her pet cat died and Nyra is smiling. Drake is amused.

“Then we try again. And again. That’s what love is.” The next morning, J was quiet but alert. He sat across from Micah at the table, spooning cereal into his mouth like it might vanish if he wasn’t fast enough. Micah started. “Are you into comics?” J shrugged. “Kinda.” “You like Spider-Verse?” Another shrug. “I guess.” Micah stood. “Come see my collection.” J hesitated. Then followed. Ethan and Nathan watched from the kitchen, stunned. Nathan whispered, “That’s the most Micah has said to anyone in weeks.”

A soggy Cheerio falls from my spoon and lands perfectly in the middle of a giant heart on my Dragons Reborn inspired leggings. I doubt Finn, or the company that now owns his popular video game, gave them permission to make leggings based on his characters, but the dragons flying around the pixelated hearts were too good to pass up. Drew calls them my crazy cat lady pants because rather than grow old with one hundred cats he thinks I'll be the little old lady playing online video games in my nursing home.

His eyes watching the image in the mirror with very criticizing eyes. "You are telling me you moisturized your legs and face? And its fucking cold outside, wear a fucking jacket." Drake snapped while looking through the opened magazines. "Yeah, I bought this coco butter thing. Smells like Sara." Dean replied. Drake had his mouth falling. He wanted to rub his eyes so he could wake up or come back to reality. His eyes kept moving from his idiot friend to the magazines. Finally, after much consideration he sighed. It was pitiful but he supposed love can not only blind you but kill brain cells as well and his friend was long gone. Too damn far.

Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago. Let's face it, Draco had finally been showing human emotions these past few weeks ever since he met Miss Jones. The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside.

Dray comment. I haven’t been paying attention to what they are saying. While we have been talking, they have been removing their clothes. They are both standing in their boxers with all that muscle on display. I have the sudden urge to lick every inch of both of them. Tracing every indent and sharp line with my tongue. “Little jewel are you listening to us?” Dray asks. “I don’t think she is brother.” Drake states. “What..sorry, what are you talking about?” I ask.

He had large glasses that sat on his crooked nose. Draven nodded his head, "Perfect. I'm assuming most of you are working on the chapters from Greg Hitcher and Witches?" A bunch of them nodded their heads; Draven had drawn seventy chapters for that comic book, which had not yet been completely edited. The deadline was in a month, and he was not too worried. He was seconds from turning away and entering his office when a staff member called after him. She was tiny, slim who also had glasses perked on her nose, and Draven did not seem to like her, as he raised an eyebrow annoyingly.

He was too handsome for an ugly person like me. I looked away from them. On my way home, I spot an elderly guy with a huge sign along the road, written, "Beware of the beast who hides in human skin that walks among us." I didn't understand why I was so frightened when I read it. Briggs, the elderly guy, was insane; he lost his mind when his daughter went missing. Nothing he wrote on that piece of cardboard was sane. Arriving home, I went straight to my room and locked myself in. I sat at my desktop and typed in the search engine, "Beast who hides in human skin."