Novel & Cerita Abusive Romance Books

“You need to go, Scarlett. Now.” She nodded, her cheeks burning with a mixture of shame and a thrilling, defiant heat. She turned and fled. It did nothing to quell the storm he had unleashed inside her. The memory of the kiss, the possessive grip of his hands, the wrecked sound of his voice, it was too much to process, yet a hunger had been awakened that demanded more. The following week, there was a seminar on power asymmetries in the modern novel felt like a special kind of torture. The subject matter which once would have been a purely intellectual exercise, now felt like a personal, pointed critique.

The curly blonde-haired girl, on the other hand, was just confused as she sized me up with her eyes. My eyes were locked on the handsome Alpha prince, so sexy and domineering with his Alpha aura filling the air. He had that bad boy enticing appearance that most ladies would love and his dreamy hazel eyes cute, but right there, I knew he wasn't for me. His eyes were brimming with disgust and anger as they gawked at me even with my mate scent.

"How long has this been going on?" "Months," I whispered. "Almost right after the honeymoon. Before we got married, he was perfect. He was attentive, kind, sweet... I thought I was marrying the love of my life. I thought we were going to build a home together. But the second we signed those papers, it was like a switch flipped. I thought maybe I was doing something wrong; maybe if I tried harder he'd go back to how he used to be..." "You did nothing wrong," Chloe said fiercely, gripping my shoulders so I had to look at her. "Listen to me. He is abusive. He is hurting you, and it's getting worse. Marriage is not a life sentence, Evie. You cannot stay in this house with him."

I could feel my blood beginning to boil as I asked the question. Roman’s hands turned into fists and he too looked like he was raging. “Roman, what did he do?” “He is Luna’s ex-boyfriend, let’s just say he’ll never hurt her again” “he fucking hurt her?” “Not today, when they were together. He abused her. He followed her here today looking for her, trying to win her back. Over my dead fucking body” “I better get back to her, make sure they get him out of here before anyone see’s” Roman tells me as he begins to walk away.

I needed to cut her off. "Look, they're doing the walking around the fire thing." She said. I hummed non committal. "I read about it in this book by Drethi Anis. Five thousand nights of obsession. The book was so good." "You read?" I asked. I had never seen any book in her apartment or caught her with a book. "Yes." She blushed, then quietly. "Romance books." "You don't strike me as the romance type." I looked at her intently. "Is it one of those raunchy books with shirtless men carrying scabbards on the cover."

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I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews. Most of my stories were about older women with guys my age and Miss Ross had been the inspiration for many of them. Most of my female leads had the same long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect full lips as my favorite English teacher. Yes Miss Ross had been the nasty little cougar in my mind and in print many times over the last few months. Shit, I'd even joined her writing discussion group because it met every other Sunday at her house.

His breath was fire against my skin. Damian’s body pinned me to the mattress, his grip bruising, his movements relentless. His scent clouded my senses, flooding my lungs, drowning me in him. His lips crushed mine, a kiss that wasn’t gentle. It was raw, possessive, claiming every gasp, every moan, every last shred of resistance I had left. I arched beneath him, my fingers digging into the taut muscles of his back, nails raking against his burning skin. His body was a furnace, hard and unyielding, pressing me deeper into the silk sheets.

He asked as I frowned. “No…..why are you saying something like this? You know…..” He smashed me against the wall as he attacked my lips with his hot and demanding lips, pressing me into the wall with his big frame as I moaned into his mouth. “I want you,I can hardly hold myself” he whispered,his hot breath fanning my ears as he pulled my zipper while I attacked his Royal robe. “But….but isn’t this wrong?” I asked as he shivered, looking into my eyes with lust and hunger.

"I was talking about that one! Room 143!" "Room 143?" I looked at him again and he looked so pissed. "What does it have to do with us when we are at the abandoned building?" He sighed heavily before pushing me off the bed. "Go. I can't talk to you anymore. You're so slow." As soon as he said that, I finally and miraculously figured out what he wanted to say. He's using the number 143 as a way to say I LOVE YOU since I am 1 letter, Love consists of 4 letters, and You consists of 3 letters.