Romantic Graphic Novels & Stories

Startled by this peculiar sensation, I hastily pulled away, my heart pounding with astonishment. “Ralph Romano.” I felt a mix of warmth and coldness as his voice resonated, causing me to gulp. If it wasn’t for Stefan’s arm around me, I was sure to pass out. I licked my dry lips as my eyes glided over the painting behind him. Like the previous one, this piece was dominated by red and black hues but instead portrayed a faceless woman seated upon a rock. Clad in an elegant, flowing red dress, her graceful features were accentuated while her hair swayed gently in the wind. Surrounding her was an aura of darkness, perhaps symbolizing the vastness of the world, as she gazed off into the distance.

The intricate lines glow faintly, a soft luminescence that pulses with each beat of my racing heart. “Beautiful,” he breathes, his voice rough with awe, and he leans down, pressing a kiss just above the glowing design of budding roses and lilies and butterflies. The warmth of his mouth sends a jolt through me, and I can feel the marking responding, the light intensifying, reflecting the emotions surging between us. It’s as if the bond is coming alive, tangling around us, pulling us deeper into each other, and Aphrodite is delighted in the turn of events.

The romance becomes a beautiful fire. His cockhead nudges my entrance. The pressure builds. My pussy pulses with readiness. Wet heat invites him inside. He pauses. His forehead rests against mine. Our breathing mingles together. Love and lust intertwine in this one perfect moment. The slide in feels imminent. The romance blazes bright. It promises so much more.

he looked at my hand wrapped around his own and smiled. "I was looking for any sign to not just be another mindless royal–anything at all–while I was away. I was looking for something worth fighting for. I went to the planetarium because more than anything, I thought my sign would come from the stars…to maybe chase after my real passion. "I didn't really believe in love. Not in this world where an app determines who you end up with. So, what's the point of falling in love when there's a chance you won't end up with them?

Bianca asks as Rhode bites his lip, removing the present from its wrapping and unfurling it. "It's a guitar strap" Rhode says with grin, turning it over to examine it. After seeing how excited he was about doing music, I thought it would be a cool idea to paint a guitar strap for him. On it I painted pivotal moments from our relationship against a cream yellow background; an Eiffel Tower, the logo for the movie 'Love Actually', a bowling ball, a pair of emerald earrings, an open book, a recreation of my tattoo, a sunflower, the front door of our new home, a pool and the initials 'C' and 'T' for our god children.

“Vampires and Dragonkin don’t usually mingle, but yes I have some in stock.” “We’re special like that.” Milo grinned and chose a seat near the bed where I’d sat down. “What kind of art do you want?” He didn’t make any introductions so I didn’t feel the need to introduce us either. I pulled a sheet from my jacket pocket and handed it to him. I’d already designed it myself but if he was as good as I thought he was then he’d redraw it. “It’s in cuneiform, two names and a black baccara rose with thorns on the stem.”

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!

‘Frankly, I don’t care if we don’t talk at all. Her lips parted. ‘Oh, well, that’s romantic.’ He leaned forward and planted an arm against the tree, bringing his body close to hers again. ‘It wasn’t supposed to be romantic.’ He lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. ‘Romantic is the lies people tell to soften the fall into bed. And I don’t tell lies. Is that what you’re going to do, Grace? Are you going to tell all the lies that women always tell? Because if you are, then this is the moment that you share with me that you love me. And we both know that you don’t. That’s not what this is

“Do it properly. Don't be sloppy. Little by little until you get him to agree to what I want to happen. Open up this topic to him but don't make it obvious.” He ended the call with just a reminder about what I would do to attract Callum. Can I really do that? I’m too innocent to even know how to romance my husband! I don’t know a thing about romancing or seducing a man because I don’t have any experience about that! Fuck! I stood up straight when someone suddenly opened the door. And there, I saw Callum looking so wasted. I was shocked to see his face. His dress shirt’s buttons were now open. I don’t know where his coat is now and his necktie.

The glasses twirled and spun, forming intricate patterns in the air before settling back onto the shelf with a soft clink. “That’s incredible, I,” Jonathan said, his voice filled with admiration. “You have truly mastered your powers.” My eyes glowed with a mixture of pride & determination as I smiled. “I’ve had an excellent teacher.” I replied, my voice filled with gratitude. As Jonathan reached out to embrace me, our bodies pressed close together, our lips met in a passionate kiss. The warmth of our love enveloped us, transcending the boundaries of our powers.