Romans & histoires Abusive Romance

WARNING, LOVES. This isn’t your sweet cinnamon roll romance. Inside these pages, you’ll find obsession, dubious consent, stalking, emotional manipulation, violence, and a heroine who doesn’t just break the rules—she lights them on fire. There will be blood. There will be spice. There will be twisted minds doing twisted things in the name of love (or something like it). If that makes you uncomfortable, close the book. But if you like your romance dark, your villains deliciously unhinged, and your morals tied up and begging for mercy...

"You're so jealous, you can hardly stand it. You know what this means? It means you want me." "It means I'm disgusted!" Aya turned her back on him and paced toward the door. Damn him. He was far too clever. He knew she was attracted to him. But a vampire with a Brides of ten women? If she was going to date a demon, he could at least be a faithful one. Good God. She couldn't believe she was in such a predicament. "Maybe I should contact the Justice Department in the morning." "No. They cannot protect you like I can. They don't even know what kind of enemy they're facing."

Mila would bawl her eyes out if she did what he had done in the past, therefore, he could understand how she felt right now. “Look, this is nothing to me, do you think, you killed someone will change the fact that I love you?” Aaric chuckled. “You need to do more than that. even when you threw me to a bunch of vampires that wanted to suck my blood dried, I don’t even blink my eyes. I still want you.” Mila bit her lips and let Aaric to kiss her, she didn’t feel right, since she had been marriage to Liam, but it felt nice to have someone backed you up and would do everything for you.

He said the last sentence, taking her hands in his, encouraging her that she could trust him. Even without saying anything, tears started falling from Raina's eyes. This man has done a lot for her and her child, it's only fair that he knows what happened. "I was abused by my lover. I won't call him my husband because we were never legally married. We were only engaged. We were so in love with each other but everything changed a few weeks before I gave birth to Adrie. He started hitting me a few weeks after Adrie was born. I don't know what went wrong. He will go out and come back drunk at night and start hitting me for any little thing I do."

Girls in bikinis running around,some people playing at the ocean tide,some lovers acting all romantic and showing affection,kids building sand houses. "Awwnn...look at that....so sexy"says Nina whose attention is solely fixed on lovers showing affection and acting romantic toward each other. "Look at what?"Says Jane who was trying to figure out what it was that was making her friend trip. "The lovers ofcourse...just look at the romantic scene"she says blushing "Stop looking at them like that before they see you which will in turn make them uncomfortable". "I don't care"says Nina,a beautiful young lady in her late 20s,long hair,body shape like an hour glass,slim and fair in complexion.

“I will draw her out for you. This kill is yours.” “This kill is Amaranthe’s. The Enforcer is mine.” Dimitri hissed out, his anger now pulsing in his veins. That man had laid his filthy hands on her and enjoyed every minute. That kill was Dimitri’s. And he would make sure the suffering carried out would be prolonged. Antonio nods, “Indeed it is.” Then his eyes darken, “But would she be up to it? Amy is too sweet. She would not even hurt a fly.” Dimitri grins and shook his head. “My wife has killed when she needed to. She’s not an innocent lamb, Russo.” He says and saw the expression of shock on Antonio’s face. “She is a Bratva Queen.” Dimitri finished, proud of her title. Antonio nods and cl

“Aaargh…Lemuel please, I swear I won’t disobey you again please…please. I won’t be reckless again sir, please. Forgive me please.” He stopped then, haven spanked her about eighteen times. Her body was quivering with her sobs and he picked her up, carrying her to the bed and laying her on her side. She curled herself into a ball and continued crying. "Tonight, I will punish you again. Our honeymoon is over.” He declared, leaving the room as her sobs increased with the sore realization that her behavior had cut short their honeymoon and that her punishment was not yet over.

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I kicked backward, my heel connecting with his shin, but it only made him growl louder, his free hand fisting in my hair to yank my head back. “Resist all you want, Elena. It only makes it harder for you.” “Please,” I whispered again. He said something low and furious that I couldn’t fully hear, his breath hot against my ear as he lay right behind me. I whimpered, shaking my head, but my body betrayed a flicker of curiosity. It couldn't be. I was innocent, untouched, raised to be proper and pure. “Vincent, no! I don't want this” But even as I cried out, he did not listen and made his way with me right there on the desk.

Roxanne gave her the nickname, and the second it came out of her botox-filled lips, I hated it. She blinked. “I don’t do pity,” I added. “I do power plays. And this—” I reached across the console, took her hand in mine. She tensed. I didn’t let go. “—This is checkmate.” “You’re such a bastard,” she muttered, staring at our hands. I leaned in just enough to breathe against her ear. “Touch me again like that and I’ll make you scream my name loud enough for her to lose sleep.” She jerked her hand back, but not before her fingers curled just slightly around mine.