Romantic Comic Novels & Stories

I pretended to think, but suddenly that night flashed before my eyes when Vincenzo Capone shot bullets from between my legs, I shook the thought away, "Hmm, maybe it'll happen when I'm buying a latte at the local coffee shop, and he accidentally spills his coffee all over me." She burst into laughter, "Classic rom-com move right there. And then you'll both reach for the same napkin, your eyes will meet, and bam – true love!" I joined in the laughter, "Exactly! And then, we'll have a grand adventure filled with quirky side characters and misadventures. You can be a side character in my story. You can play my annoying best friend." She raised an eyebrow, and flung a throw pillow at me, "And wh

“Because this company literally has a ban? Staff isn't supposed to have any romantic relationships with other staff. You know of this rule, fool. Besides, I'm sure these people already put two and two together to know that we are dating.” “You and I both know that the rule is a joke. There are a lot of people married to each other here. I'm sure some people are fucking themselves, even the executives too. But if you insist, we won't do much of that romance shit here at work,” Anthony said with a shrug of his broad shoulders and went around his desk. “Thank you. Anyway, thank you for the flowers. I totally forgot that today was my birthday. All this stress made me forget,” I said.

His eyes danced from one stack to another like a kid in a candy store. Roman smiled. “I brought everything I could find from the store. I wasn’t sure which volumes you had already.” Lucien still couldn’t speak. His eyes landed on a separate pile covered with a silk cloth. Roman walked over and lifted the cloth like he was unveiling treasure. “I also brought your favorite... the BL comics.” Lucien whipped his head around, startled. “Wait—what?” Roman raised a brow, amused. “Boys Love. You read them a lot.” Lucien’s face turned red instantly. “H-how do you know that?”

he said. I laughed. “Dante Romano, the romantic?” He pulled me into a tight embrace. “That’s because I love you so much.” “Is it my fault that you became romantic?” He laughed. “Yes, entirely your fault.” I jumped off the bed, laughing. “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome Dante Romano—the Romantic!” I shouted. He sprang up and caught me, trying to sneak me into the bathroom, but he lifted me into his arms. “What did you say?” I clung to him upside down, screaming and laughing.

As soon as he said that, the person standing in front of the line dropped a book. Hunter picked it up and read the title of the comic books. “Boys over flowers.” The owner of the book turned around. He has small face, slanted eyes and cheerful appearance. "Oh? That's mine," the guy said before getting his book back from Hunter. “Thank you for picking it up!” After smiling to Hunter, the man looked back to the cashier and placed his order. Hunter leaned closer to his companions and whispered, “That man is reading romantic comics.” The three giggled in secret. Soon, it was their turn to order.

After a silence between both of them, which transports them to highlights of their time together, Bruce kind of breaks the nostalgic moment, “But anyway, in one word... define Romantic...” “I see it like a box of chocolate, just one of those assortments that mom brought every time she came back from a trip. In our land, all people have practically one flavor. This is a well-assorted box...” excited.

Lance was already planning on the things he wants to do at the mall. One afternoon, Charm asked me to go around with her before going home. She looked so sad and distracted. We went to the Square and checked out the new stores and ate pizza. She told me she broke up with Franco. They had a misunderstanding and she's not really very patient. I was upset. I really liked Franco. He seemed so dependable, kind, and smart. "I think I got bored. I was looking again for excitement. Our relationship just went through that comfortable phase." Charm picked on her food. I retorted, "He's such a nice boy. He is exactly what you need. I don't know what else you are looking for." I wanted to kick her. I

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.

His eyes glimmered as he seemed to realize something. He asked, "What's the matter? You don't like me reading the comics you drew?" "I draw... romance comics for women. Men like you probably won't enjoy them. You don't have to force yourself to read the comics I drew," she said lamely. "I'm not exactly being forced to read them. I watch some romantic films too. I don't mind reading such comics. Besides, we need to get to know each other better," he said.

I muttered a thank you to him as he starts up the car. "No need to thank me Samantha, tonight you will be my women and it's only my duty to open doors for you. Treat you like a queen you are." He used the hand that wasn't holding the steering wheel to hold mine and place a kiss on it. I giggled out loud like an high school girl. Who knew my romoe was actually a real life Romeo ,he has being behaving so romantic since yesterday and I am loving this side of him. It new and loving. I wish this night could never end.