A Cruel Romance Novels & Stories

He had no intention of holding back in the range of insults that the woman was throwing, especially, if it is directed to insult his prized fiancé that he is in love and proud of. “Pah! It was also my greatest luck that I didn’t get stuck with a boring man like you.” She sneered before looking over at Crystal whom seemingly too busy contemplating to eat her delicacy and to ignore her. “I do pity you a lot, Carmilla. You’ll be forced to be with a man who cannot even act the most basic level of romance and intimacy. I’ll tell you what, how about you leave him be and I will find you a more competent and wealthy man to satisfy even the desires of a woman. What do you say?” she questioned, her ey

“ You will come home to me Gabriella.” I stare at him, his hair is all messy and his jaw is clenching while he is staring at the hatred in my eyes. Both of his hands are tucked in the front pockets of his black slacks but I can see his veins protruding with something similar when he’s angry. Nothing about him is unusual but everything about him is not ordinary. It’s a sin to appreciate his face while my insides are screaming for doubts I’m starting to build for him. Who is the man I married? From the start, I know he is cruel and ruthless.

But as we grow, change, the love changes. The third time is always the charm, the third love, the unconditional love, the one you never see coming, the one you were never looking for, the one that creeps on you and blows the air out of your lungs, the one you can easily call your soulmate. But it's messy, it's ugly, it's often selfish. But caring for them is as involuntarily as breathing. At the end embracing all their imperfections is what makes it all unconditional. This I how it works; you love until you don't, and if you do love - you'd sacrifice anything and everything to keep that feeling - until your last dying breath, praying to God that you won't get harmed.

A sharp slap cut across Mirabel’s face, the force whipping Mirabel’s head to the side, and a sickening crack echoed in the quiet room. Her jaw throbbed, and the metallic taste of blood immediately flooded her mouth.” “You have some nerve Mirabel!” Isabella folded her arms, stalking slowly. “First you ruin my birthday party, and now you seduce the man I've dreamed of marrying my whole life?” She gripped Mirabel's shoulders, her manicured nails digging into her skin like a vice.

Romero threw his glass of whisky at the screen in temper shattering the TV he cursed angrily, Lei non è la sua fottuta ragazza e se lui la tocca io lo ucciderò fottutamente’ [She is not his fucking girlfriend and if he touches her I will fucking kill him] Juliette was having a wonderful time, the Crown Prince was the son of a friend of Carlotta’s and she had wangled them an invite on his birthday cruise. He was thirty and very handsome, tall, with jet black hair and deep chocolate brown eyes, he was charming and attentive. She went to the nightclubs with him dancing crazily until the early hours and drinking lots of champagne, when they returned to the yacht he kissed her passionately but n

From this distance, I could see the faces I wanted, the ones who had caused me to rot behind bars, the ones who had betrayed me, the ones who had taken what I believed was mine. Croft, all arrogant poise and silent strength, stood near Jennifer, holding her as if nothing could touch her. Jennifer herself, pale, broken, and fragile-looking, leaned on her friends and family. My laugh was silent, restrained, only for me. This was perfection. I had to see them up close, not just their faces of grief, but the reactions, the hidden truths behind those reactions. This period, which should have been a joyous union of Croft and Jennifer, had turned into an ocean of blood, and I had been absent to wit

" She giggled, the sound sharp and jarring in the quiet room. "That night in the warehouse, we put the call on speaker. She was barely conscious but still used every last bit of strength to scream your name. And guess what you told her? 'You can forget about going home.'" She broke into a jagged, hysterical laugh. "My brother, Jaxton, couldn't even listen anymore. He asked how you could be so cruel to your own fiancee. "It was him who took pity on Sylvia and specially brought in four Rogues, saying he wanted to let her feel the warmth of a real male. Sylvia wept like her soul was breaking the whole time."

Richard was mumbling as he spelled something. His eyes became reddish and burning with some fiery flames of what an evil could appear. The flames that was burning inside the cursed souls and those that came from the dark world…the souls that were fiercely eaten up by anger, sorrow, crave for taking revenge, lust and anguish. He was gritting his teeth. The frame of memories between the marriage life and romance of Rose Duville with her husband, doctor Wölfe Hügel shook his anger. He had buried it a long time ago but since his eyes witnessed the bond between the young wolf man and Sonya Duville made his soul burning.

Ruelle tutted when the man flinched for what seemed to be the tenth time since he walked into this room. Killian was being so harsh on him. Pushing up from where she sat, Ruelle walked to him. “You're so cold. My strawberry milkshake needs ice,” Ruelle said, sitting on Killian and wrapping her legs around him making his anger vanish immediately. Killian stared down at the female currently staring up at him with a smile on her face. "I would destroy everyone that made her cry" He vowed to himself.

Bride To Be, Twisted Marriage, and CAGED, these are dark mafia romances! A. Gupta