Romance Graphic Novels & Stories

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.

I don't, but I didn't give up without fighting you and I'm not going to leave those two parts without at least trying to do the same" "You're as romantic as I am desperate" "My books should have warned you about that" "You got to be kidding! Pornography is not the same as romance" "Depends on how it's written. It's not all moaning, unbridled sex, and exclamations of "oh my god!" ... Something has to lead to love" "So you're reading epic romances instead of porn huh?" I raise a skeptical eyebrow at him. "You didn't seem to have any objection when I was making you fall in love"

Shoot! "Love is indeed in the air." Maribella remarked before waving my book in front of the camera. "So, if you people haven't read this, if you haven't been in love, or if you just wanted to enjoy a good romance book then buy Rebecca's My high School Love Affair and it will make you fall in love with life." I shyly smiled and nodded my head. "Anyway…" Maribella's gaze went back to us and she was wearing this stare like when a journalist's curiosity was piqued. "Sir Ibarra, you did mention earlier that you are going to be a part of Rebecca's future, yes?"

Grace says softly, grinning as she sets a gift bag between us on the sofa. For a moment I can’t move. Her smile lights her face, lights the whole room, and it’s so achingly beautiful, I want to bask in every second of it. “You didn’t have to do that.” Frowning, Grace waves a hand at me, dismissing the sentiment. “Just open it.” Unconsciously, she sucks her bottom lip between her teeth in eager anticipation. The effect on me is instantaneous and powerful, heaping a fierce sexual desire onto the romantic infatuation I’ve been secretly nursing since I moved in. Images flash into my head, crashing about and against each other.

I reveled in the warmth of his mouth as I shoved my tongue inside, his tongue sliding wetly against mine. He gave as good as he got. Xavier was really good with his mouth after all. Yet, for some reason, tonight felt different. And it was pissing me off. I wrenched my mouth away from his with a scowl. “What’s wrong?” Xavier panted, his eyebrows furrowed. His lips were a little swollen, his eyes dark with desire. His hair stuck up in some areas, where it was mussed up by my hands. He was a beautiful mess.

The shame and arousal twisted together and I threw my head back, moaning softly into the room. He stood. The movement was deliberate. He crossed the short distance between us and dropped to one knee in front of the couch. “You're doing well.” He looked up at me through half-lidded eyes, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “But let me help you out, kitty.” I nodded and looked down as he gently pulled my hand away. My fingers glistened. He brought them to his mouth and sucked them clean, his tongue moving slowly and deliberately before he finally released them.

he said, groaning my name. With that, I wrapped my arms around his back, dragging my nails across his skin, which made him hiss. I pulled our lips together again, our bodies tangling once more. “That’s it, sweet mate, touch what’s yours,” he said as soon as we broke apart. With those words, I approached my climax quickly. I felt that familiar wave of pleasure rising. His thrusts did not stop for even a moment. He flipped me so I was on all fours, his hands holding my arms in place—pinning me. His thrusts became more erratic, never slowing down. I was drooling, unable to think clearly; the only thing in my mind was how good he felt in this position.

CONTENT WARNING The Assassin’s Portrait is a Dark Romance featuring heavy themes that are not for the faint of heart. This story is strictly for mature audiences (18+). THEMES: • PSEUDO-TABOO: A forbidden, obsessive step-sibling dynamic. • HARD EROTICA: Graphic sexual content, power play, and BDSM. • GRAPHIC VIOLENCE: Blood, gunplay, and dark criminal themes (Bratva). • MORALLY GRAY CHARACTERS: Obsessive, possessive, and dangerous behavior.

Bio underneath: “Gym rat seeking coffee dates & late-night adventures. Tell me your go-to order and I’ll judge you lightly” Ella felt the corner of her mouth lift. She swiped right two days ago during a particularly dull shift — bored, curious, tired of guys who opened with “hey” or sent unsolicited dick pics within five minutes. Jax was different. No blurry bathroom selfie with a toilet in the background. No “u up?” energy. Just… confidence. And those abs. The match screen bloomed with fireworks animation. A little message bubble appeared at the bottom. Jax: Black coffee, no sugar. Your turn, trouble.