A Cruel Romance Novels & Stories

A pained cry erupted from her lips due to the betrayal of her most beloved so she threw herself at them and pushed Marcel away from Carmilla before landing a hard punch against his pale face. Ornaments broke and vases shattered, many furniture were overthrown as people poured into the room curious about the commotion. Marcel accepted all of her anger and rage, he endured her cruel and painful words as lethal as her punches and didn't dare fight back nor restrain her as Carmilla begged for her to stop. Ruby was eventually pulled from the singer by Aurelius and she cried in his hold not noticing the mischievous smile on his lips as well as the key that fell from his pocket.

The look in his eyes is absolutely terrifying. There's no room for resistance. I'm trapped in a merciless grip. "You'll never leave me again, Tessa. I'm going to make you feel exactly what hell is in my arms, angel. I'll make you learn to enjoy this hell with me." The words echo in my ears as I'm drowning in a sea of darkness and despair. The contradiction isn't lost on me. Calling me angel while promising to put me through hell. So typical of Blaze to mix endearments with threats, to make his cruelty sound almost romantic.

I asked through the sudden anger that filled me. He chuckled. “You will soon know by the time I am done with ruining your life… I am done playing the nice guy. I do not have enough patience for it… By the time I am done with ruining you, your company, and even our pretty girl will be mine. Forever and you will be left with nothing.” I clenched my hands and got into his face as I scowled. “Who the fuck do you think you are?” Trent smirked. “Someone better than you’ll ever be.”

They are glowing a bright gold and a cruel smirk slips across his face before he utters the one word I begged to never hear. "Mine."

“Whatever Cruz writes, whatever he whispers — it doesn’t matter. You’re mine.” Valentina’s laughter rang out, dazzling, as though nothing had changed. But her nails dug crescents into his shoulder, her voice sugar-slick and shaking. “Careful, husband. If you say that enough, you might start to believe it.” The violins rose, the room spun, and the crowd saw only perfection: Romano and his flame, untouchable, inevitable. But beneath the waltz, her pulse thundered. Beneath the mask, his fury burned.

he casually declared, as he nonchalantly took the knife and placed it against the other side of his face. The man trembled with fear for his life, and once again attempted to plead with him, uttering the words "Don, I'm sorry..." However, the sound that escaped his lips was a throat-piercing scream, as he mercilessly opened the other side of his face with the knife and cruelly grinned at him. Blood forcefully flowed from the wound in his face. "Your entire body will be subjected to my knife until you express your preferred manner of death," he said with cruelty, accompanied by a sinister chuckle.

Her husband died in a duel that he issued against Edward, and her bitterness caused her daughter's death too. Then how did she die? How did the rogues come into play? Before I could ask any more, the woman I saw with Alpha Dean's side earlier passed by and greeted us. The girls answered cheerily as always but they had scornful looks in their eyes. "What about her," I asked. "That's Larisa, she is Alpha Henderson's lover," Carol said, "She has been by his side for years now and I'm surprised they are not engaged," "She's a whore, you can't turn those into a wife, Carol," Laughed Luna Hope.

She blew softly on the part of hers hand that felt the pain. Suddenly, a familiar shoe stopped right in front of her. Angel looked up, she could see a tall and handsome man looking at her with a thin frown on his forehead. Him eyes dropped to the wound that Angel had gotten. "Again?" He asked. Him thin lips parted slightly. "This is normal," replied the woman. She tilted hers head slightly. "Did you just come home?" Angel asked the man. "Yes. The lecturer who entered this time was very beautiful, I was really lulled by her," said the man with a happy face. He then took a seat next to Angel.

KAELAN As I’m being wheeled through the crowded room toward Juliette. My heart beats slowly as I force my eyes to take her in. I know I should not care, but I cannot help it. Even now, I see that she is beautiful. Her red dress shines under the soft light like a burning ember. In another time, another life, I might have allowed myself to imagine a future with her. But that future never existed. I have an agenda of my own, one built on secrets and lies, and my own loathing for everything she stands for overshadows any chance for love. I do not want her to see the man I really am—a man who uses weakness as a weapon, a pawn in a dangerous game of chess that I’m determined to win.