Angst Romance Novels & Stories

They were ready to unleash their vengeance upon the man who had provoked their leader's wrath. As they made their way to the charity event, Jared felt a rush of emotions coursing through him. The weight of responsibility, the desire for vengeance, and the thrill of the impending confrontation mingled within him, creating a potent concoction of determination. Upon reaching the venue, the Seven-Eyed Dragon Mafia clan dispersed, blending into the shadows and darkness of the night. Jared, Ian, and Scott slipped into the crowd, their identities masked by skillful disguises. The tension in the air was palpable, but they maintained their composure, like predators patiently stalking their prey.

If we don’t meet, I will not leave! Garden-style restaurant with birds chirping, fragrant flowers, beautiful scenery, and romantic atmosphere……… He stood there blankly and stared at the text message. He looked and looked and finally reacted. First, he felt excited and then felt angry. Very good, extremely good! When he had reflected on his bad behavior, when he had praised her for being a good girl, and told himself not to provoke her……she had actually turned the tables on him and gained the upper hand!

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

"This wench got plastic surgery to look like me and snuck into my boyfriend's villa, trying to get into his bed. I caught her in the act. We have to teach her a lesson! She even made a mess of the villa, painting all these flowers. Perhaps she was hoping my man would praise her art. But she'll be the one paying for the cleaning! Don't you know my man hates sunflowers? He even got angry once when I wore a sunflower hairpin. And you? You filled the whole yard with them!" Hearing this, the lackeys got excited, like they were on some kind of adrenaline rush, and started tearing the sunflowers apart. I went crazy, struggling to stop them. "No! Don't touch my flowers!" Darcy kicked me back to the

Genre: Erotic Romance / Contemporary / Mature (18+) / Short Read Tropes: One Night Stand / Hired Companion / Escort Fantasy / Threesome (MFM) / Strangers to Instant Chemistry / High-Stakes Seduction / Powerful Men & Submissive Woman / Luxury & Lust Tone: Seductive / Tension-Filled / Erotically Charged / Intimate / Fast-Paced / Mature & Explicit Chapter One Mara's black stilettos tapped the gleaming marble floor of the luxury hotel as she stood outside the penthouse door.

-Anastasia- Ronan was still mad. Even after our intense mating and marking, he remained furious. Now that we were connected through his mark, I could really sense it—like a burning fire coursing just beneath my skin. “Shit… Roman,” I murmured, the intensity of his anger almost painful. “I need more,” he whispered in my ear. He pulled out and turned me around, lifting me up so that I balanced on the back of the couch. Then he thrust back inside me, not taking it slow despite our earlier intensity. Roman held me tightly against the couch as he moved his hips, driving deep and hard into me.

Her tongue danced just on the edge of his cock and from time to time, she deep-throated him. Irene raised her eyes to watch him as a moan ripped from his throat and his eyes flutter close. For her, sex had faded into being about power, and right now she had power over him. Over Angel. Mysterious, I-don't-know-his-job-but-maybe-he's-an-assassin-so-my-curiosity-won't-push-me-too-far-to-know- Angel. Angel of the I-bet-he-knows-all-the-martial-arts-in-the-world-and-I-know-he's-a-close-friend-of-Gabe-but-he-lowkey-terrifies-me.

His eyes which were the colour of blood raked down at her form as if studying her nervous posture " Go" He spoke dismissively in that low voice that made shivers run down her spine Angy turned around and hurried her way up the flight of stairs feeling his burning gaze following each step she took By the time she was leaning against the closed door of her bedroom, her breaths her in pants and her underwear completely soaked. What the hell was wrong with her?! She had never felt such strong urges towards someone like this before, and she was fucking nineteen! She was way past her hormone driven years

I wrapped my hands around the base, massaging the heat of him as I bobbed my head. "Fuck!" Angelo groaned, his hand finding the back of my head. He didn't force me, but his warm presence was an anchor, his fingers threading through my hair. This time, he kept his eyes open, staring down at me with a gaze that was dark and dilated.

For God's sake, Rumi swore in his heart, Anggia must be held accountable for her actions. "What now, Rumi? What do you want to rant about?" "Who wants to rant?" Rumi snapped angrily. "I came here to congratulate you. Congratulations because soon you'll be torn between two places. If not prison, then a mental hospital." Anggia laughed bitterly. Despite her beautiful face, it was clear she felt no remorse for deliberately hurting Ashton. "I don't mind," she replied casually. "I don't mind living anywhere. The most important thing is, if Ashton can't be mine, don't expect that intern guy to have Ashton as he pleases. I won't allow them to live happily together, no matter what."