Romantic Graphic Novels & Stories

#Romance #Thrilling #Suspense #Action #Dramas This is going to be the best of best so don't miss any part. @Authoress Ricky Be expecting this next week readers. I love you all💓💓 Here is a blurb about the book

No arms and no fingers. But the person standing in front of her was neither a one ear nor no eye, scarred or ugly person. He was young and attractive. Very attractive. Tall, broad shoulders, clean cut hair, toned muscles and a smooth facial features that even put all the beauties of the kingdom to shame. He was the most beautiful man in the entire kingdom in her perception. His scent was filled with musk, mint and sweat. Speaking of sweat he looked like he had been out battling with pigs.

His powerful thrusts deepened until he bottomed out inside me, and my nails made soft noises as I scratched the desk. “How’s that?” Foster asked. I groaned in reply. “Hmm… I don’t know what that means. Perhaps I’m not deep enough?” Foster pulled out of me before ramming himself inside. He hit so hard I yelled, “Oh God!” I turned my head to the side, wanting to get a better look at Foster. The hard wood of the desk cooled my hot forehead and from my angle I could see his tattoo, fully exposed. It was a howling wolf.

My perfume sat untouched on the vanity like an artifact from a life I barely recognized. Above the hearth, the portrait remained. Us—painted in ceremonial stillness. Ronan in black, one hand curled possessively around mine. I in pale silk, chin tilted modestly, eyes dulled into submission. Behind us, wolves painted into obedient crouches, symbols of loyalty neither of us had truly earned.

Roxy's expression transformed, her confusion melting away as a radiant smile spread across her face, illuminating the space between us. She gently traced my jawline with her fingers, igniting a trail of fiery sparks that coursed across my skin. I reciprocated, placing my hand tenderly on the side of her face. In that moment, I knew she would bear my mark, a symbol of our eternal bond. With a soft, tender touch, I cupped her cheek, my fingers molding to the gentle curve of her face. Then, with a gentle withdrawal, I left behind my mark, its delicate, glittering pattern shimmering along the side of her face like a promise of forever.

With every kiss I feel tingles surge through my body giving me the chills. “oh how I just want to mark you and make you mine! Blake says. Sadly i still don’t have a wolf or lycan so I don’t feel what he feels. Right now I love him the human way. You know how humans fall in love. Accepting all the promises, kisses and flattery given my ones counterpart. Thinking to myself this way might make our bond stronger. Or maybe not.

His voice must me angelic and equals his limitless beauty. I desire the long desired mate bond. The unexplainable love shared by mate. The undying romance. His romantic gestures towards me. I desire everything!. His hot breath heaving over my sensitive neck. He tongue romancing my lips whenever we kiss or s*x.. I desire them all So I really pray he awakens. *** A loud growl pull me off my fantasy. I instantly fall roughly to the ground. My spines smash with a heavy thud. I wince.

I whispered back, brokenly, trying to match him: “I am yours. Only yours. Always.” He smiled, brushing a kiss along my temple, my lips, my forehead. “Oui. Toujours.” Yes. Always. The sun climbed higher, spilling more warmth across the room, painting his skin in gold, painting me in light, painting our shared intimacy in a glow that neither of us wanted to end. I woke up fully hours later, still pressed against him, his arms wrapped around me like he could never let go. Our breathing had slowed, our hearts had settled, but the memory of the night lingered—soft, intimate, unforgettable.

VIDA The wedding was over including the reception,I had a long day.The drive from the reception to whatever house was boring.I and Kingston did not talk to each other and it was great.I feel like giving him a slap for kissing me passionately at the church.We got to a house or a mansion.It was painted with purple and it was beautiful.More beautiful than my home.The purple reminded me of Kingston's love for purple and it made me stare at him.Why did he have to hurt me.He destroyed us .He destroyed me..

Ruby sweet-talked, connecting their foreheads together and gazing passionately into Carmilla's eyes. The raven-haired can only blush due to the undeniable sincerity in her fiancee's words. She suddenly connected their lips together never minding the prejudice of their audience or the fact that their expensive lipsticks are getting smudged. Ruby kissed back with equal passion, sending fire into her soul due to their fiery intimacy. The only thing Carmilla cares about right now is ravishing the supple lips of the romantic lady in her embrace.