Romantic Comic Novels & Stories

She said. "Come on this is not a marriage proposal, do you think my marriage proposal will be as lame as this? I can be very romantic when I want to be you know." I said and she laughed. "You? Romantic? Okay tell me, how will your marriage proposal be?" She asked. "You'll only get to find out if you accept to date me now so do you?" I asked. "I told you so." She said. "What?" "I told you back then remember? You said you weren't ever going to fall in love, I told you that you will and I'll be here to say I told you so when that happens." She said and I laughed.

I noticed that Kingston was not beside me. "I stood up and went to the washroom.I collected my toothbrush and brushed my teeth when I was done .I had a quick bath .I guess Kingston already went to work. I came out of the washroom with a towel wrapped around my body and bumped into Kingston who held me preventing me from falling.He was dressed for work.He looked like those sexy CEO in romance novels.He looked really great in his suit.Well Kingston is so handsome and is good at manipulating people like he did to me.

he says simply. “...You’re not serious.” He’s silent for a beat. Then, deadpan: “I’ve been studying romantic dialogue.” I nearly spit out my coffee. “Of course you have.” He raises an eyebrow. “It’s for research.” “Sir, you’re one tragedy away from becoming your own main character.” He tilts his head, amused. “And what does that make you?” I grin. “The underpaid comic relief.” “You’re underpaid because you cause chaos.”

Suddenly, I didn't feel like beating the crap out of him; I wanted to slice him into three-inch pieces and feed him to zoo animals. Klaus: What about you? Who was your best? Rhyland: I don't know if I've ever had a best. All my hookups were of the same level of adequacy. Klaus: And they say romance is dead. Rhyland: It is, though, Cosmos. Think about it. Everything that represents love-flowers, hearts, swans, doves-dies at some point.

she chirped, clicking play. As the story unfolded, with its sweeping landscapes and tense romantic dialogue, she felt herself being drawn in. Then came the first intimate scene. It was artfully shot, but raw and passionate. A slow, warm flush began to spread through her body, a familiar ache of arousal coiling deep in her belly.

' It’s kind of embarrassing, but he means well. I laughed again, this time harder. I could imagine Toby, holding a pink sign in the middle of a crowd. I went back to the forum and saw a new post. It was a photo of the Hockey Rink. Someone had hung a giant banner over the front entrance. It said: **"LIAM & JAX: THE FIRST LINE OF OUR HEARTS."** "Oh man," I said, shaking my head. "That's so cheesy." But even though it was cheesy, it was beautiful.

“Oh? And why’s that?” Ricardo had spent many years on his own, and even after meeting Lumari, he hadn’t ever really found anything that would make him feel infatuated, not to talk of being in love. But as he bent closer, the faint scent of her skin, a mix of something soft and citrusy, hit him like a blow. His words faltered before they even left his lips. What the hell was this? He was a man built for precision and purpose, every moment of his life measured against a clock ticking toward survival. Romance? Love? These were the distractions of other men, freer men. His own pursuits were rooted in control and strategy. He didn’t fall into things like desire.

I asked him, confident that the world is not so bad and maybe it can be as beautiful as movies. “Are you talking about “The Notebook” and “Titanic”?” “No, Superman.” I spit quickly, while he looks at me strangely, thinking I've lost my mind. “When I was a little girl, I saw Superman with my parents and I thought it was the most romantic movie.” I commented to him, going back to my childhood and remembering the moment I saw the movie. “Isn't Superman an action movie?” He asks me thoughtfully. “Yes,” I respond quickly. “In the second half, the villain fires missiles and causes an earthquake. The woman Superman loves is buried and dies. Superman could save the world, but not the woman he loved.

With a big smile, she said, “ Oh Goddess, I never saw you as a romantic person.” Oh, right, I'm Lucian. Of course, she can't believe I have a romantic bone in my body, given how they have been going at each other's throats since their first meeting. “ Oh wow, if im not romantic, how do you see me?” With no hesitation, “ A jerk, a big meanie that's for sure.” Damn it, hell! How am I supposed to win her over if all Lucian’s doing is portraying me as a jerk?