Modern Romance Manhwas Novels & Stories

Because the moment I step out of the cab, dragging my suitcase behind me, I see him. Damien Blackthorn is walking down the wide staircase from the main deck like a predator descending on prey. Black button-down shirt open at the collar, revealing a tantalizing V of tanned, muscular chest. White linen pants that hug his powerful thighs and the very obvious bulge at the front. Sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showcasing those thick, veiny forearms that I’ve fantasized about wrapping around my throat while he fucks me senseless. He stops at the bottom of the ramp.

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Lupita assured him that they never had the courage to look at a single letter. Once she arrived, and under the light of a candle and an old desk, she opened the manuscript and found her mother's story. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------- Manuscript; When I arrived at my beloved Del Valle's apartment early that afternoon, the curtains were drawn, and behind them, the bright tropical sun left the room in a kind of perpetual twilight. Everything was perfect, spotless and tidy, as if it were a nun's quarters. The only evidence of life was a glass bookcase that housed three volumes: Wiseguy, Donnie Brasco and Mo

Linly and I are speechless until Manjiro pulls his fiance's arm, then covers her eyes. "Hey! How could you show this lewdness to us!" he exclaimed at Andrew. "Ahaha! I'm sorry! I almost thought it was a porn site, too. But no, this isn't about lewdness. Those are steamy woof-woof books. Kinda lewd, anyhow..." "What's a porn site?" I asked. "It's something you simp—" Ruth shuts him up. "... Nevermind." "These men, does this mean that werewolves are as hunk and sexy as them nowadays?"

Anger burned in his eyes as he faced me. "Please.” I begged him, my bleeding hand positioned near his mouth. A mixture of reluctance and longing flashed across his eyes, and finally, he gave in. He bit my hand, drinking my blood with a hunger I had never seen before, and a smile of contentment touched my face. I felt a profound sense of joy in fulfilling my vampire boyfriend's desires. "You're doing wrong, Mia.” He stated, his gaze intense as he stared at me, his lips stained red. But I only grinned at him, revelling in my victory.

The man didn’t look away. Yasmine resisted the urge to shift under his gaze. Luca stood and walked toward her. His hand settled on her arm—firm, possessive. “Dante,” he said smoothly, “meet Yasmine.” A pause. “Yasmine… my Consigliere and partner, Dante Romano.” Dante rose and stepped forward, extending his hand. Yasmine placed hers in his, polite but distant. “Nice to meet you, Signore Romano.” “My pleasure, Donna,” he replied with a slight nod.

Her reply wasn't what I sought for and she knew she failed me so she wasn't surprised when I angrily rose to my feet, heading to my room as tears brimmed my eyes and dropped freely. It all seemed hopeless. The Red Bone Pack were not normal wolves; they were lycans, a special breed created by dark magic. The witches of East Coven had made the first one, a mindless beast whose sole purpose was to protect them from their enemies. When the beast had gone rogue, he had attacked a wolf pack and had been captured, its blood extracted to be experimented on. Their Alpha had tested its blood on several wolves, creating a new breed of demonic wolves. Although they looked like wolves, their transformati

Dokyeom shared but the two ignored him. "What are you reading exactly? Is it romance? Action?" Hoshi inquired. Seungkwan answered after a yawn. "Sport anime, Haikyuu. It almost finish." Then he yawned again. Yawn is something contagious. Just seeing him yawning made Hoshi and Dokyeom did the same. "Men rarely read romantic comics," Seungkwan shared. At that time, the man standing in front of the line dropped a shoujo (romantic genre) manga comics book at the floor. Dokyeom picked it up while reading the title, "Hanayori Dango? (Meteor Garden)."

"I am not going anywhere, baby." The bond between us pulled. Since the suppressants had left my system, the distance between us, just a sheet of frosted glass, felt like a mistake. My body wanted him close. It wanted his cedar scent to drown out the smell of the wipes on the counter. The ache behind my ribs was a living thing. I looked at my hands. They were calloused from years of gripping sticks. I had spent my entire life training to be one thing: the anchor of the Redmoor Wolves. A dominant force on the ice. An Alpha in the eyes of the public.

Manik smiles. The white Iru enveloping him vanishes. “Harasho is the most reasonable dogma. You can say that it projects the current life.” Manik reaches into his jacket pockets and draws their contents. There are two books on his hands. A pink book with a couple smiling at each other on a heart frame on the cover is on his right hand and a red book with a short hair woman crying on the cover is on his left hand. “Which Doujin do you like, Your Highness?” Manik asked.