Abusive Romance Novels & Stories

He watched, unable to look away. The pain on my face was evident, even before the disfigurement. The beating, my hair being chopped off, my face disfigured, and my fingers broken—it was all there. Felix couldn’t bare to watch the whole thing as his body trembled and he froze. Darcy, seeing him shaken, thought it was her victory and eagerly explained, “This woman had plastic surgery to look like me. She snuck into the villa to try to seduce you. She even tried to paint like me and made a mess of the walls! She knew you hated sunflowers, yet she put them everywhere in the yard. Even worse, she claimed to be your legal wife… Felix, I want to stay and be with you tonight. I want to be your only

"You like the feeling of having a man who could kill for you?" I nodded slowly. "It's much better than one who would only die for me." Florian watched me for a long moment, his breaths hot against my skin, his eyes gliding around my face. When he spoke again, his voice was a slow, soft whisper, and I knew that this wasn't that fluffy nerd and popular guy romance. It was a dark romance of obsession, and I was a willing participant. "I always knew we would be perfect, Roxanne. I always knew you would be perfect for me."

"I want to know why you left Roman behind," With his father, a monster, with a heart so unkind. Helen's eyes well up with tears, her voice trembles with fear, "I was scared, Rose, for my life, I had to hold back my tears." "Roman's father was abusive and controlling, a nightmare to face, I had to escape," Helen continues, desperate to find a safe place. "But I didn't know what to do with Roman," left behind, alone and blue, My heart breaks for Helen, for Roman, and all they've been through.

I added with an angry look and turned away, leaving without another word. All the while on my way to my room, I couldn't imagine my fears were coming to pass. The day my brothers would want to fight with me for Sabatini Internationals, the one thing I’ve lived for, apart from Rose, my mate. I don't know if she knew or felt it, but the attraction between the two of us was undeniable. I drew in a deep breath as I made my way to the bathtub and dipped myself in, trying to shove the troubling thoughts away, but they stuck to me as if glued. She was the reason for Vicente's rebellious attitude.

he closed his eyes. "I never wanted to become a devil but I became what was taught to me. It wasn't my fault yet now I have become so habitual of it that I can't live a normal life" I gulped and my heart melted. "I was living the life of mafia when one day I met Elena accidentally," he said and I snapped my eyes at him "she slapped me which hurt my ego and I promised myself to ruin her completely. I blackmailed her, I told her that I will kill her family if she doesn't marry me. She got ready but she never liked me. And how could she? How could an angel like a monster?" he gulped "Day by day my infatuation and madness for her keep on increasing. That happened because all my life I was alone

Arabel has spent years worshipping two people: the boyfriend who made her feel chosen and the mother who made her feel safe. Both shatter in one night. After catching Daniel and her mother together, she flees home and moves into the girls’ hostel at school, determined to disappear into hockey and silence. Damian Kane—her captain, the undefeated god of the ice—has always been off-limits. Controlled. Distant. Dangerous. The night she breaks, he finds her. What follows is brutal, carnal, and seared into her memory. She wakes up hating him for it. Only later does she learn the truth: Damian had been drugged with a powerful aphrodisiac. He was not entirely himself. And once the haze cle

I tried to kiss him more. "Don't you like what you're seeing baby? My boobs were gorgeous right? Don't you like it? I can make you happy. Doesn't this turn you on?" And his response “No, never. Especially to girls like you." And with that, I grabbed my clothes. I ran because it offended me. “What the heck is wrong with that guy?” I said to my self when I’m at the restroom. Doesn’t he turned on? Fuck him. He’s so blind as if he’s so handsome. Vin is more handsome than him how there he!

With every dark thing I’d buried inside me. “I could break you,” I growled. Her chin tilted up. Defiant. “You already are.” My hand slipped up her thigh. Not enough to touch, just enough to feel the heat radiating from her skin. She was wet. I could smell it. My restraint cracked. “Tell me what you want,” I demanded. Her voice was barely a whisper. “You.” That was the final thread. I lifted her, wrapped her legs around me, her back still pinned to the wall, and kissed her—hard. No romance. No hesitation. Just heat and years of denial erupting into something brutal and raw.

,, Taapur ate in silent and thought how to deal the situation of her life Mostly how to deal Cracked , Obsessive , mad ABHIMANYU SINGH RATHORE Taapur understood him but sometimes his Obsessiveness broke her . Taapur knew that Abhimanyu was different from other man and It was not that he didn't understand romance . It was that no one liked his version of Romance . Complete Obsessive Type . . It was simple and to the point without wrapping in any colourful envelope . It was neither a promise , nor a romantic poem and there was nothing more beautiful than words in the world and yet there were also the most vicious