Graphic Novels About Love Novels & Stories

(completed) Hide and Seek: The first book in the Trio Legacies series. This is a werewolf book about all of the children from the Trio of Mates Series. Finding their mates, fighting the Riding Hoods, and facing a changing supernatural landscape, the children will now take over the mantle of leadership from their parents. Lots of graphic smut. (completed) - Second book, Red Rover, is ongoing. Love in the Time of Quarantine: 4 short stories that look at what happens when you are stuck with someone you didn’t expect during quarantine. Lots of very graphic smut. (ongoing)

"Well, I love your massive cock and your medical genius." His eyes held mine. "I love your gorgeous tits and your eternal optimism." "Hmmm." I cupped my boobs and lifted them, squeezing them together until Deacon's eyes dilated with need. "I love your sculpted chest and your relationship with your grandparents." Deacon framed my hips with his hands and lifted me until I knelt over him, his erection nudging into my entrance. "I love the way you flush pink when you come and your passion for plants." "Mmmmmm." Clasping both his hands with mine, I sank down until I was seated on him, my throbbing pussy filled with his cock. "I love . . . ah . . . the way you feel inside me."

Liam, sensing the sarcasm, straightened up defensively. Zian raised an eyebrow, struggling to hold back a chuckle. "Really? Because all I see is a mess of colours. How exactly does this express love?" Zian asked curiously, trying to suppress his mirth. Liam took a deep breath, trying to maintain his composure. "You see, love isn't something you can always define clearly. It's abstract, like this painting. The red symbolises passion, the blue represents calmness and trust, and the intertwining lines show how our lives are connected in a beautiful chaos." Liam said..

Then there's the one about star-crossed lovers, two innocent people who love each other deeply but at the end of everything their relationship is still doomed to fail just like Lancelot and Guinevere in King Arthur's mystical tale Round Table, Heathcliff and Catherine from Emily Bronte's Wuthering Heights, and Lyla and Majnun from the classic love story Nizami Ganjavi. Jakob says I have my head in too much fantasy, but I can't help but wonder... I heard car honks from a distance, then I heard the sound of a vehicle driving closer, it was probably my mom, I thought to myself. Right now I was home alone with Topaz, everyone else was basically at the back to school party grinding and making out

Camila stepped inside carefully— And froze. The entire room was filled with paintings. Hundreds of them. Every wall. Every corner. Every canvas. All of them painted the same woman. A beautiful blonde girl with large green eyes. Some paintings showed her smiling. Others laughing. Crying. Sleeping. Dancing. There were so many emotions trapped inside each piece that Camila’s chest immediately tightened. Love. Obsession. Heartbreak. Grief. Every single painting screamed pain. Mateo remained near the doorway silently while Camila slowly walked deeper into the room.

Why does seeing his name still do something to me? I open the file anyway, forcing myself to focus. Building elevation. Structural detailing. Material selections. Normal things. Things that should matter more than flowers and annoying billionaires. I manage exactly seven minutes before my eyes drift back to the peonies. Soft blush and white petals spill elegantly from the crystal vase, glowing beneath the sunlight pouring through my office windows. Beautiful. Deliberate. Calculated. The man sends flowers like he’s staging a romance movie. Ridiculous.

Only if only, if we were just the normal loves. Rather than the wall, we have a builder with secrets hidden inside either of us who does not agree to break out of it. Only if I let you in my world which is filled with the darkness not with the colourful like it used to be. Will you also let me into the world of colours that you have stopped building? The white canvas just stood in front of you as I just watched you just stared at blankly. While mine dipping down with the red pain on the floor making a puddle around my feet.

“Romance novel huh? I wouldn't have guessed that. Is it about a detective and a vampire?” He laughed as he answered, “Not yet. It's more like a forbidden love between a god of the underworld and a goddess of light.” “Wow, how did you think of that?” She asked with utter amazement. “I love to live vicariously through my characters, so I just sort of pictured myself as a god of the underworld and hoped that someday I would meet my goddess of light.” He answered, his eyes twinkling as he stared at her. The way he stared at her made her cheeks flush. “So… have you met your goddess of light?” She asked shyly.