Manhwa Sweet Guy Novels & Stories

Jake was nineteen and in his second year of college. Everyone called him a p**n warrior because he knew the girls so well. Even when they wore masks, he recognized their bodies—the shape of their tits, how their ass bounced, the way they moaned. But this new blonde girl, SweetLily, had him hooked bad.

I hesitated for a moment, my voice dropping to a whisper, "whore while mending your heart." His expression darkened for a fraction of a second before he composed himself. "Those are just trolls' comments, Carissa. Don't let them get under your skin. What I'm proposing is simple: Be my girlfriend." My eyes widened in surprise. "You mean to act as your girlfriend?" I clarified, confused. He nodded. "Exactly. Let's give them a narrative they won't expect. Show them that we're in control of our own lives and that we won't be defined by their words."

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Wearing circular glasses, small hair peeking out from his cheeks sitting right beside him, making the boy nodded his head in response. “Yes, and now senpai just has to mail the further department, so they can update this in-game as valentine's day is just a week apart." Kai turns his gaze back at the screen, opening his mail, attracting the 3 files with it. ‘Hello there, Imaa Yamada Kai, the illustrator of the worldwide famous game Sinner of Pleasure. Well, it’s more of an 18+ Otome game of a girl surrounded by the 10 boys who are just horny as fruit cake for an eyeless girl’

“You seem quite popular. You're Soo-ah, right?” Soo-ah raised an eyebrow. “Yeah. That’s me.” “I’ve seen your Nistagram,” the man said with a smile. “I like your paintings. You’re also a model, aren’t you?” Soo-ah gave a small nod, brushing hair away from his eyes. “I am.” The man reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small business card, turning to hand it to him. “When you're back in Seoul, contact me. I run a gallery in Gangnam. There’s a number on the card—personal.”

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"I felt the creep whenever I came here." Adler ran his fingers of the spine of each book and then he read the manga's title one by one: "Hanayori Dango", "Harumatsu bokura", "Tsubaki chou planet", "Reimei no Arcana", "Akatsuki no yona". These are all shoujo (romance genre). But there are other sport genre too, like: "Slam dunk", "Haikyuu", "Prince of tennis", "Eyeshield twenty-one", "Kuruko basketball". Fantasies and action genres are available too: "Demon slayer", "Hakuoki", "Bungou stray dogs", "Attack on titans".

1 week later Adonis's POV "Ah Finally! I found it! Yes!" I leave a sigh and lie back on my bed, staring at the attractive comic book cover on my phone screen. The cover features a beautiful blonde girl in the middle of two identical twin guys, their only difference in the colour of their hair. One has blonde hair and the other is a brunette. "Double Trouble," I read the name aloud. "And it's the last one." It's the last of Theo's comic books.

It helped with groceries, but it wasn’t saving me at all. Then he showed up. His name was DevotedFan87. He subscribed on my second month and tipped fifty dollar on the spot. With a message that said, “You're beautiful. Keep going.” It made me smile for first time in weeks. He started commenting on every post I made, always polite, always sweet. He caught my attention. Because he doesn't ask for nudes like the other guys. He said he liked watching me feel confident. After some weeks, he sent a private message.

His voice was deep, steady, and dismissive, as if I were just background noise. I nodded, pen poised, though inside I was biting back the urge to remind him whose name was on the lease. I blinked, but before I could reply, his friend added, “Same for us.” I nodded, scribbling it down. “Alright. Would you like a few minutes with the menu, or—” “No,” the suited man cut in, lifting his gaze to me. His eyes were a sharp gray, the kind that could slice through a person. “Bring me your best dish. Don’t waste my time with the rest.”