Romantic Comic Novels & Stories

“Get me the damned book.” A beat passed before he nodded once and walked out without another word. I leaned back in my chair afterward and stared briefly at the dark laptop screen reflecting my own face back at me. Even in the middle of all this corporate bullshit, my wife had managed to publish a bestselling comic romance inspired by me. I actually laughed once under my breath because what the fuck even was my life anymore? A few minutes later Hawthorne returned with the physical copy and placed it carefully on my desk like it was classified information. The cover art alone already made me pause because the artwork was insane. .

I scowl, a little, thinking about it, and Luca grins at me, lifting a hand and brushing his thumb over my frowning lip like he loves the shape of it. “Sometimes,” he murmurs, “sex is just about two people who are attracted to each other getting naked and doing really weird things to each other’s bodies.” I burst into laughter then, my head tilting back on my neck. Luca laughs with me, I can feel his body vibrating against mine. “Luca!” I gasp. “That is the least romantic thing I’ve ever heard!”

It’s better for both of us that I went the less drastic route. The third guy who approaches is a whole other kind of animal. He kind of takes my breath away, actually. Wowzies. He’s tall, muscular, and dressed like he’s just walked off the page of a Paco Rabanne magazine ad. When he smiles, my panties send a direct signal to my brain: Take me off. Now. Holy lady- boner. Vampire, twelve o’clock. Maybe they’re real. Weeee!

he replied and made my heart flatter once more. .... We had been spending some time together until it was sunset. I know he wanted to make me happy and I know he is trying with all he can. I know he loves me and I know I love him with all I got and I'm gonna keep loving him for what he is, no matter what. " I never took you for the romantic type, Liam!" " I'm not" " Such a lier" I reply punching him on the shoulder. " I'm not..." he said. " I'm only romantic with you. And I wanna do this only for you CERC!"

“You’ve never asked anything like that before.” “Just answer the question.” He gave me a slow smile, amused as hell. “Romantic feelings and sexual attraction? Well, sexual attraction is wanting to fuck someone. Romantic feelings? That’s when you want to stay. Be there when they’re laughing, crying or annoying the hell out of you. It’s when you start choosing them, even when you don’t have to. So, which one is it?” “Which one is what?” He leaned on the desk, far too comfortable for someone on the edge of death every time he opened his mouth. “What do you feel for her? Sexual attraction… or romantic feelings?”

He is the romantic one,' I said teasingly. 'You know that is a big lie. You might not be as romantic as Roman but I love you just the way you are,' she said returning my smile. 'Are you trying to make me feel better by saying that?' I asked tracing her bottom lip with my finger. 'I am not having this conversation with you again, Roy. If you are looking for compliments go somewhere else to find it,' Raven said pushing my hand away. 'That is probably a good suggestion you know. I could simply ask for girls to be gathered from packs you know beautiful curvy ones and get them to stay in a room with me and ask them to compliment me,' I said.

My dignity won and I took Lucifer’s hand. He helped me to sit down under the canopy on the gondola, then sat down beside me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders and pulling me into his side. I placed the bouquet of roses in my lap and relaxed into his body. The gondolier in the back pushed off dock while the gondolier in front began to play the accordion. “You know, I never pictured the Devil as the romantic type.” I say, resting a hand in his leg. Lucifer chuckles. “Not a romantic bone in my body...until you. I’m not ashamed to say that I had done some research on the topic beforehand...but as it turns out, I’m just a natural romantic when it comes to you.”

He is very smart and intelligent, more than a usual kid his age. -He is homeschooled and a tutor comes home to teach him. He is only talkative around his father. Micheal Williams -He is 26 years old and the best friend of Liam. -He is also Liam’s right hand at work and a private investigator. Luna Smiths -She is 25 years old. She is the girlfriend of Liam -A pretty face with bitchy soul. Leo hates her. Charlotte Miller -A famous model of New York. -She is 28 years old.

He walks in grinning like Christmas came early. “Well,” he drawls lazily, “this is the ugliest love confession I’ve ever witnessed.” I immediately move away from Lucien, but I do not calculate the movement because I trip on my own foot and land on my ass, painfully. Lucien’s hand remains loosely around my wrist, and he rolls his eyes at the sound of Dante’s laugh. “The Young Wolf finally gets hit in the head hard enough to become romantic.” “Shut up, Dante,” Lucien says flatly.

Back then, he had used this trick to win over her heart too. Looking back, she finally realized how stupid she was before. A man’s promise was only a lie. All the romantic gestures were traps to bedazzle the woman’s heart. The corners of her lips twitched into a sardonic smile as she held the bouquet of flowers. Matthew thought success was near upon seeing her smile. Immediately, he did as he had rehearsed before and led her toward the hall that was covered with fresh flowers. He readjusted his emotions, knelt one knee, and held her hands. “Christina, I like you. Be my girlfriend.”