Romance Graphic Novels & Stories

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

Roman groaned quietly, his hands moving to her ass, gripping the firm curves through the silk. “Careful,” he murmured, but his fingers dug in tighter, pulling her down harder against his bulge. Amara rocked her hips in slow circles, pressing her soaked pussy against the rigid length of him. The lace of her panties rubbed against her swollen clit with every movement, sending sharp sparks of pleasure through her body. Her gown slipped lower on one shoulder, exposing the full, heavy swell of one breast. Roman’s eyes darkened. He leaned forward and freed her breast completely, cupping the soft, warm weight in his large hand. His mouth closed over her dark nipple, sucking gently at first, then ha

Their hollow eyes made my skin crawl. "Exchange your vows." The ghost bride slowly lowered her head toward me. In that instant, a small piece of skull slipped loose from the side of her forehead and fell. Right then, I heard the system notification: [Ding! Congratulations on successfully selecting your target: Ximena Ferguson.] [Target has gifted you a blood-red formal suit. It has been added to your inventory. Bonus reward: one universal glue.] [Please remove the nail from Ximena's head and use the universal glue to repair her skull to increase intimacy.]

“Never.” I laughed. ”Why not? I mean, you’re gorgeous.” His cheeks flushed and he smiled. “Just focus on relaxing, Christiana.” But I didn’t give up. “Come on, tell me” I coaxed. Mason sighed. “I’m focused on my career,” I raised my glass. “To successful, handsome bachelors” Mason clinked his glass against mine “To beautiful, sophisticated and intriguing women.” I blushed, feeling a warmth spread through my chest. Our eyes met, and I gulped the rest of my drink to ease myself.

Mark. He grinned as he made himself comfortable next to me, his hand casually placed on my shoulder. "I could have never guess you write forbidden romance," he admitted hoarsely. "Let alone forbidden...erotica." "Why? You think love alone completes a romance story?" I folded my arms over my chest. He shrugged. "Isn't the essence of romance all about love?" I shook my head. "Love makes people dumb. I think I'II just stick to sex over love in romance, it's less complicated."

For a moment we stayed like that — him still buried deep, both of us breathing hard. Then he pulled out slowly. A huge rush of mixed cum poured out of my stretched pussy and ran down my thighs. Marcus turned me around gently now, kissed my forehead, and helped me stand on wobbly legs. “Sorry for being so rough,” he said, voice softer again. “You just… drove me crazy.” I smiled, still glowing. “I liked it. A lot.” He helped me wipe up a little, then handed me a spare robe from the hook. “Go home and rest. Tomorrow we have more intense scenes.”

I can't believe this is finally happening, Booker howls, and Roman bites his lip, his eyes never leaving Avery. Graphic-er content? Warning? As soon as she unbuttons his shorts, she slides off the desk, lowering herself in front of him with a smirk on her face. "You don't have to," he gasps, his entire body tensing as she wraps her hand around his cock. "Trust me, I want to," she winks, and Roman swears Booker passed out. He lets out a strangled noise as she licks the tip, and she pulls back with a barely hidden grin.

And not just any romance—dark romance, enemies-to-lovers, mafia romance, arranged marriage, all the subgenres I devoured in private. "This is our most popular section," Edward said, noticing my reaction. "Romance readers are loyal. And they buy a lot of books." "I can see that." Next to it was fantasy. Then a section labeled "Romantasy" that made my heart skip. Sarah J. Maas. Jennifer L. Armentrout. Rebecca Yarros. All my favorites, beautifully displayed. "You read?" Edward asked. "Yeah. A lot, actually." "What genres?" "These, mostly." I gestured to the romance and fantasy sections. "Dark romance. Romantasy. Anything with morally gray characters and impossible love stories."

"Don't say that, I don't want to hear it anymore we are rich, you and me! There is no poor person among us." Without a word, he drew closer, gently placing a hand on my cheek, his touch both comforting and burning. Romain brought his lips to mine for a soft kiss, hesitant at first, but which quickly transformed into a flamboyant declaration of passion. His hands explored my arms, tracing imaginary curves that awakened a deep desire within me.

“Damien not glued to your side today? Odd. He tends to keep his… projects close.” Serena’s brows drew together. “What exactly are you implying?” “Oh, come now.” Camille stepped closer, her perfume cloying, her smile widening. “You don’t honestly think you’re the first, do you? Damien has a pattern. Swoops in, plays the saviour, dresses his women up like trophies, parades them around… and when he’s bored, he doesn’t just walk away. He breaks them. Quietly. Completely.” Serena’s jaw tightened, though her voice stayed steady. “Thanks for the unsolicited TED Talk on Damien Drake, but I’ll pass.”