A Cruel Romance Novels & Stories

They had come like vultures. The man’s gaze landed on me. And he smiled. It was not the smile of comfort. It was the smile of a man looking at a weak prey. “So,” he said slowly, stepping further inside, “this is the boy.” His voice was calm, but it carried cruelty beneath its smoothness. My stomach twisted. Mira stepped forward defensively. “Please,” she said, forcing politeness. “This house is grieving. You cannot barge in like this.” The man barely glanced at her.

His gaze held a mixture of gratitude and something deeper, a sentiment he seldom revealed. As she continued to dress his wounds, the room seemed to shrink, narrowing down to the unspoken connection between them. Raina, in your writing, delves into the complexities of their romance. The physical act of dressing wounds serves as a metaphor for the healing they find in each other amid the chaos of their lives. Let the readers feel the emotional nuances, the uncharted territory of love in the shadows.

Bella bitterly said ," what should happen to me? It's okay since I'm engaged today " Peter, "Bella, why are you doing all this? Don't do this marriage." Vin, "Peter is right , you don't have to do this catty." Bella glared at Vin, "You called me a Catty again." Vin nonchalantly, "Because you are a cat and today you have become a green cat." Bella snorted, "What are you, black dog." Peter, "Shut up, both of you, don't see the situation and start fighting."

"Who wants to join me?" The Cruel Prince muttered just as he mounted his black stallion. While that seemed like a normal horse it was obvious from the dark tendrils emanating from the horse's eyes that it had been infused with his dark magic. The horse named Maximus was a strong yet unruly horse and there had been plans of putting it down after its last attack on the poor Fae who had attempted to subdue it until Prince Aldric claimed and was able to tame it. It was obvious from the way both the master and the horse worked together that they were perfect for each other.

Let's just say my will to live has dramatically decreased in the last twenty-four hours. But I made a promise to Diego—that I wouldn't give up, that I'd do whatever it takes to get back to him. That's if they don't end up killing us both. Celeste casually places the cigar back between her lips, igniting it with a flick of her lighter. Clad in a cozy sweater and cardigan that somehow doesn't have a single drop of blood on them, she looks like a gentle, old woman, but she is anything but. Diego tried to warn me about her cruelty, but I had no idea she was this fucked up. She makes Cruella De Vil look like a fucking saint, and she skins puppies for fur coats.

Thinking about it made her even madder. “I see! That vampire, huh… well, what have you decided? Marry him or not?” Alisson sighed, “I heard that the vampire prince is cruel. He is a ruthless killer who bears an ugly face.” Akira, who had just raised her brows, was confused about what Alisson meant to say. Ruthless? Yes. But ugly? From her taste, he would pass. But of course, she would never say that. Her pride wouldn't let her. Akira detests vampires.

"No? Are You sure that you don't want to come over here? You know what will happen if you defy me, Aurora. I will not be denied. Now, get over here, whore. My patience is running thin." Aurora looked at the glass orb and then back to Cullen who laughed maniacally as she stood up. She stared directly into his eyes as she ran her finger nail down the front of her dress. As she did so the material smoked and burned apart as the garment slipped off of her shoulders and fell to the floor at her feet. She stood there completely exposed as Cullen looked on at her hungrily. He reached down and unzipped his trousers and his full length sprang forward. His canines came out as well and his claws extend

He couldn't let her slip away from him like this. The wound on Liam's side was a vicious gash, oozing blood and surrounded by angry, inflamed skin. The jagged edges of the wound were puckered and angry, as if the flesh was rebelling against the injury. Blood continued to seep from the wound, creating a dark pool on the snowy ground beneath him.

“I can’t cope when you’re this lovely. I don’t deserve it.” “Is that so?” He wrestled the pillow away and rolled on top of her, sliding his knee between her legs. Last night’s nightmare seemed very distant indeed as he gazed down at her like a wolf with an exceptionally delicious rabbit between its paws. “Because I can also be terribly cruel.” Her arousal surged so quickly it practically sproinged. “Fuck yes. Please be cruel to me.”o He caught her lower lip between his teeth and tugged until she whimpered. It was such a sweet, sharp pain.

Liam had snatched whatever I had. I didn't know when my tears started to fall. All I did in my life was cry. Pregnancy should be a nice period in a woman's life. But it seems like I am not included in that category. I have been crying throughout my pregnancy and I am tired of it. I wanted it to end so that I could enjoy this period with a smile. I want to be loved. But it looks like I am asking for something which is not in my destiny. In Cruel Destiny.