Romantic Comic Novels & Stories

I couldn't control my excitement and curiosity anymore. "Yeah, it's called Rainy days. But recently I don't know what the author is doing. The story is turning crappy and I'm losing intrest in drawing." "Oh, then why don't you write a story yourself?" He shakes his head. "I'm not good at that." "Then recommend me any of the good comics you've drawn." "Uhm..there's one romance comic called Fireflies. But it's a bit long and the plot is more like that of a manga's."

So, I pick some movie that looks like it won’t be scary. “Rom com. Nice!” Xander says when I make my choice. “What’s rom com?” I ask. “Romantic comedy. No horror, it's a sweet, romantic style movie.” “Oh, I can pick something else, it doesn’t have to be a romance…” I start to say. “It’s fine. 50 First Dates is a good one.” “Okay.” Xander sets us up in his room, pulling his love seat in front of his bed so we could sit and watch the movie rather than laying on his bed which would have been very uncomfortable for me.

Lucian gestured to her. "What are you reading?" Clarissa manages to ask. "It's a fantasy novel, werewolf bond, I never knew this world had a little knowledge about us, " Lucian said with a frown. "Humans like to romanticize everything," Clarissa said. "I can see that" Lucian pointed to the book in his hand. The two had a little awkward laughter. "I'm sorry about earlier, " she said. Lucian knitted his brow at her, " Earlier?" he asked confused.

“Until the next psycho shows up.” “Then I’ll break their kneecaps.” She grinned. “Romantic.” I leaned closer, my voice dropping. “Deadly romantic.” She laughed and shoved my shoulder. “Stop. You sound like the lead in a bad mafia W*****d novel.” “I am the lead in a bad mafia W*****d novel.” “Oh my God,” she groaned, hiding her face in my hoodie. “Take it back.” “Nope. It's canon now.” She peeked up at me, cheeks pink from laughter. “You know what’s weird?”

"So something casual would probably be the way to go. You don't want to seem like you're trying too hard." "And how do you know all this sir? You're sixteen!" "I read a lot of romance novels!" Mason said, laughing. "And I watch a lot of movies. I'm very much a hopeless romantic. I'm like a human embodiment of a romcom. Just ask all my friends." "Yeah, okay." May said, joining in the laughter. "I believe you. You're such a hopeless romantic that you're probably writing your own romcom about yourself." "I'll make you the leading lady, of course." Mason said. "So I'll need you to look beautiful but not overly done. Perhaps something that shows off your natural beauty.

Luciano murmured, his voice rough with frustration. "It's always like this," Rosa said, biting her lip as she pulled her hand back, trying not to smile at his dramatic complaint. "Come on, baby. We need to be quick before our little devil wakes up again," Luciano whispered, nipping lightly at her ear. Rosa sucked in a breath. “You are unbelievable." "I am yours, amore mio," he husked. Her cheeks flushed at the reminder. It still amazed her how, with each passing day, he seemed to grow more and more romantic.

This was as good an apology as she would ever get it… She knew it was his way of telling her that he knew she deserved a better setting for her first time, but that she couldn’t expect him to be a romantic partner. “As memorable as it could be,” she nodded at him, a lazy blissful smile stretching her lips. She had half a mind to tell him it had been everything she had hoped for and more, but she couldn’t. This was Roman freaking Bianchi. He was a mafia boss, and he didn’t do romance as far as she knew. Before long, they left the dimly lit bar, with Rose limping a little bit, her soreness both tingling with pleasure and slightly painful at the same time.

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.]

"Well, you're everything I expect my mate would be, not your snobbishness though -just your hight, your handsome face, your abs and your aura" I turned in his arms and stared at his face. "I want my mate to be very romantic and creative, because I'm beautiful, hot and creative" He smiled when I said I'm hot. "Romantic?" I nodded. "How do I know if I'm being romantic? Am I romantic?" he asked. I scoffed and rested my head back on his chest. "You're far from being romantic" I said. "Oh" there's a hint of disappointment in his voice. "Yeah, I want my mate to always kiss me goodnight, make me breakfast in bed and wake me up with a kiss to eat the breakfast"

“I’m even better than you.” “Ah really?” I grinned as I pulled her up with force – but this playful tease turned into a heart stopping situation! A romcom cliché! “H-Heiji!!!” She squealed in surprise when our bodies collied. In a split of seconds, we found ourselves wrapped on each other’s arms…