Mangás Romance Novels & Stories

"What? recovered already? You really are a tough guy, Hanako remarked. "I can't believe that it took you this long to realise what stuff I am made of." I grinned. Hanako blushed, "Sh-shut up!". "Subaru Big Bro, shall I tell you a secret?" "Go ahead, Maki," I said. "If Hanako-nee likes a person, she turns red like a tomato!" "Really?" I flashed a smirk. "Shut up, Maki! Don't go telling that to someone you've just met!"

Ximena's extended hair instantly retracted, and she shrank back into her small, delicate form. She stood there with her hands clasped together, head lowered, looking obedient and timid. For some reason, that sight made me feel uncomfortable. I pulled her behind me and turned to face the man standing there. He wore a long black robe. His eyes were narrow and slanted upward, his body bulky, his face downright ugly. The man carried himself with an air of superiority, casting me an annoyed glance.

he said. "Just shut up Ryan!" "My only regret is I didn't get to kiss those rosy lips like I planned" he said. "I said shut up!" I yelled. "Have you ever touched her skin, it feels so soft and delicate and....." "Ryan!" I yelled as I dropped my towels and punched him and he fell on the bed. "Come on, don't tell me you haven't noticed how sexy our little Jasmine is" he said amidst laughter and I punched him again.

wouldn't stop, it was getting out of control. He put his hand on her breast, she looked at him penetratingly and warned him not to do it unless you have ever tried bisexuality, he smiled, and although he did not understand it, he said that only once in college he tried a man's member, but he had not been penetrated, he told it while he ran his tongue over her breasts, that story excited her too much, She asked him to continue with his story, as she gently slipped her hand into his pants, his dick was hard, she pulled out her nipples, and asked him to suck them like when she sucked her partner that day, he was on fire almost completely, he continued kissing her passionately, his excitement c

Loreen shot back at him over the phone. "Did you just say that to my face?"Manga barked. “Oh yes, i did. I can't kept undermining myself for some motherfucking human who had no strength but wolfsbane" Loreen mocked before hanging up. Manga boiled as he heard her mock him. For the first time in a long time, he was seriously mocked. “Watch Loreen closely. I'll have to deal with her disrespect" Manga ordered his man. "What do you plan on doing to her?” Ryder asked but instead of a reply, Manga walked out without looking back.

Mana coupling was a year known for fear, grief, depression, and all negative vibes but after the passionate romance between the strongest archmage and female knight (swordsmen) which brought about a lot of good incidents apart from the peaceful coexistence of mages and knights, the season of Mana Coupling took a great turn. As the tale went, the archmage was an extreme romanticist but an unfortunate one who never once landed a true relationship. All his relationships would always end up estranged due to various reasons but most especially because of the dangers of his work. This all changed however when he met the greatest swordsman who happened to be a female, and claimed to have fallen in

“Because this company literally has a ban? Staff isn't supposed to have any romantic relationships with other staff. You know of this rule, fool. Besides, I'm sure these people already put two and two together to know that we are dating.” “You and I both know that the rule is a joke. There are a lot of people married to each other here. I'm sure some people are fucking themselves, even the executives too. But if you insist, we won't do much of that romance shit here at work,” Anthony said with a shrug of his broad shoulders and went around his desk. “Thank you. Anyway, thank you for the flowers. I totally forgot that today was my birthday. All this stress made me forget,” I said.

He follows, grunting as he fills me once more, collapsing in a heap of sweat and blood. Hours pass like this...pauses for water, soft words whispered in the dark. "I love you, you know," he murmurs once, tracing my collar. Rare tenderness in our twisted dance. "Love you too, boss," I reply, meaning it. In mafia romance, it's blood and cum that bind. Dawn creeps, but we ain't done. One last round: him on his back, me riding him, leash in his grip. I bounce, muscles screaming, moaning loud.

into his mouth, the cheese powder staying in his finger then it licks its one by one, his eyes never leaving The volleyball game on the television. "When you met your meet, how.....how does it feel?"he asks me. "I don't really know how to describe it,"I said. It's true. I don't even know how to put it into words, all I know is that Rebecca Thompson is my mate and no one else. I guess I could use the romantic statements, or what, found in most romance books. : Sing the love of your life is going

Even though I love thrillers, romantic things like that are surely every woman’s dream, right? “You and your husband are the same,” Mariyam joked. “Me?” I chuckled softly. “I don’t know, maybe.” I wasn’t even sure how to answer. What if the romance they meant was different from the romance Miron meant? When my body experienced an orgasm, it was thanks to Miron’s punishment. Then, he gave me a pasca-sex treatment that probably no other woman would ever get. Isn’t that a form of romance? Like dark romance? “Aren’t you and Sir Miron going on dates like that on a cruise ship, too?” Mariyam’s tone sounded certain.