Angst Cheating Romance Books Novels & Stories

Isabella is the only woman I have ever loved and that will never change, there is no place for you in my heart so please go and don't ever come to my house again. Christy opened her eyes wide as her tears fell without control. "How can you do this to me, Angelo? You keep saying Isabella is the only one you love even after she cheated on you. Does it not matter that you caught her in bed with her boyfriend Steve?" Angelo angrily held Christy's neck and pressed it hard, "this is the last time I am warning you, Christy, don't ever utter Isabella's name again and get out." He pushed her out and locked the door while Christy stood outside and wept.

Maybe I was just better off with someone like Bobby. No. I felt anger rise up, a hot fire burning in my belly. I didn't deserve that. I deserved someone who treated me like I was worth something. If Andrew couldn't see past my mistakes, then he wasn't worth my time. I didn't need him either. A tear dripped down my cheek, hot and painful. I knew I was lying to myself, feeding on anger to justify my pain. I wanted to scream. I wanted to hit something. I wanted to feel some kind of physical pain just to make my chest hurt less.

he said and hang up the phone. I immediately find a nice underwear. I find a black dress that it shows some cleavage. I was thinking maybe I can seduce him later. since he left I had no sex because i have this feeling that i'm cheating when i kissed another guy so i'm so horny now thinking that he will tied me in bed. After a 30 minutes he arrived in front of my house so i immediately went out and lock the door to go inside his car. *************************************

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"Stanley, you're a cheat! You set us up! Give us our things back!" I turned to the side, effortlessly dodging his punch. He stumbled forward, almost face-planting onto the floor in an utterly embarrassing manner. "Please mind yourself, Mr. Pritchard." I straightened my slightly rumpled shirt and continued icily, "At the gambling table, winning or losing depends on one's skills. Don't forget—I wasn't as hysterical when I lost to you earlier." I averted my eyes, entirely done with watching their pathetic behavior. I turned toward my attorney and assistant, who stood frozen in utter shock by the side.

My thighs kept pressing together under the desk, still tender from yesterday’s orgasm in Professor Black’s office. The book he’d given me felt like a brand in my bag. I had read every marked passage last night, my fingers buried deep in my pussy the entire time, coming over and over while his sharp red notes stared back at me. “Pay attention to the mask.” “What breaks first?” “Guilt is desire wearing velvet.”

I'm sure they're supposed to be words, but they're peculiarly stacked together in such a way that only the writer can decipher them. I flip the pages, which I'm surprised are empty at all, given how used the book feels and looks. Closing the book, I open it again to a random page. But there's nothing random about this page. It has been visited multiple times, even recently. I'm sure my sight serves me correctly. Angie's Must-Do List— Steps To Freedom. The title reads, and then there's a bunch of things. * Drink Alcohol * Try a cigarette * Have my first kiss

My Cheating Mate Emma pov The pack house living room was too quiet except for Lord Castellan's footsteps. Back and forth, back and forth, a predator caged by his own fury. Each step perfectly measured, perfectly controlled, but I could feel the violence radiating off him like heat from a furnace. Grace slept in my arms, completely oblivious to the vampire lord currently having what I could only describe as a controlled meltdown three feet away.

The room filled with easy chatter, the coke amplifying everything: laughter louder, touches lingering. Gigi leaned back, crossing long legs. "Never any story about Marvin cheating on you, Elizabeth. Many men no good. You lucky lady." Elizabeth sipped her champagne, the fizz tickling her nose. "I am lucky. He's solid. Real." Gigi sighed theatrically. "I vant to fuck the bar owner Ethan at Dirty Angels. But everybody say he no good. He fuck everybody." Sal snorted. "Bloody match made in heaven, then. You two deserve each other."

The air in the king's bedroom is thick, charged with the scent of omega in heat, the heavy curtains drawn tight against the outside world. Damien stands over Aiden, his presence towering shadow that consumes the available space. He doesn’t wait for permission or adjustment; he simply claims his mouth crashes down on Aiden’s, a bruising collision of teeth and lips that steals the breath from Aiden’s lungs instantly. It isn’t a gentle greeting; it is a takeover, a hungry, devouring force that leaves Aiden clinging to Damien’s biceps for stability. The kiss tastes of copper and desperation, Damien’s tongue invading Aiden’s mouth with a rhythm that mimics the act to come.