Angst Romance Novels & Stories

#Romance #Thrilling #Suspense #Action #Dramas This is going to be the best of best so don't miss any part. @Authoress Ricky Be expecting this next week readers. I love you all💓💓 Here is a blurb about the book

Kissing me with so much hunger, I thought we would be having sex in the dark, crammed space. When Mr Cross pulls back, he glares down at me. "Miss Smith, what are you doing to me?" When he moves to pull away, I pull him back and hold on to his waist. "The same thing you are doing to me, you want me just as much as how I want you." Mr Cross laughs, "you poor baby. You don't know what you are getting yourself into." He brush hair from my face then lets his hand rest on my shoulder. "I'm not the man for you, Angela."

Not even now, with just the two of them standing in a gold-plated box suspended 40 floors above Manhattan. When the doors slid open, she broke the silence first. "You didn't have to do that," she said, stepping into the sleek marble-and-glass suite, that smelled of leather and polished power. "I know," Damien replied simply, following her inside. "But I wanted to." She turned to face him, arms crossed. "Why?" His expression remained steady. "Because I hate seeing people humiliated by the weak." Her heart thudded. "That was... specific." "You were the only interesting thing in that room," he said. "And you were seconds away from breaking."

I stood up, following my mate. “So, Zane...” Angie called my name, and I almost tripped on my own feet. Angela D´Angelo was a scary woman, and honestly, I admire the human who is her boyfriend, the one she is certain is her mate. “Yes,” I said in a timid voice. I was not used to being around many people, and even less to being surrounded by temperamental wolves.

The collar fit too well. The tag read her name, but for a brief second, I wondered if it should’ve said mine instead. Angelo’s. I felt a stirring in my pants at the thought of this. I clenched my teeth, angry at myself for even thinking it. I couldn’t have thoughts like this around her. I crouched in front of her, cupped her damp cheeks in my hands, and leaned close enough for her to feel my breath. “Aurora,” I whispered, “I want you to disobey me. I want your defiance. Because I love the look of this collar around your neck.”

she asked lightly. “Yes.” “Romantic.” His gaze flicked up briefly. “Hold still.” He rolled her sleeve carefully. The graze ran along her upper arm, shallow but angry. “It’s nothing,” she said. “It’s not nothing.” His fingers were steady as he cleaned the wound. But his breathing wasn’t. She noticed. “You’re shaking,” she said quietly. “I’m not.” “You are.” He stopped moving. For one second. Then continued. “I don’t react well,” he said evenly, “when people I care about are shot.”

“What the hell are you doing here?” Christian’s voice cut through the room like a blade, sharp and filled with restrained fury. The moment his eyes landed on Angela sprawled across his bed, something inside him snapped not loudly, not dramatically, but in that quiet, dangerous way that made him far more terrifying. Angella didn’t flinch, a beautiful smile sat widely across her face as her hands rubbed her pussy softly, her eyes staring at Christian’s hot body, the weight of his huge cock pulled his shorts slightly; she could see the shape and also imagine the size.

She thought and clenched her hands on her dress nervously. My heart is beating so hard, my head is so dizzy. I have to try.. “Thank ...Thank you”. She finally voiced out. Antonio played deaf. He must be angry…the way to relieve him from that is ….sex according to him, she thought and sighed inwardly and looked out the window, watching as they sped past the night city streets. Minutes of intense silence,Angela had no idea where they were going, she kept the question to herself. “I am fucking angry right now”.

She thought and clenched her hands on her dress nervously. My heart is beating so hard, my head is so dizzy. I have to try.. “Thank ...Thank you”. She finally voiced out. Antonio played deaf. He must be angry…the way to relieve him from that is ….sex according to him, she thought and sighed inwardly and looked out the window, watching as they sped past the night city streets. Minutes of intense silence,Angela had no idea where they were going, she kept the question to herself. “I am fucking angry right now”.

Quite big for an average educated girl like myself. As I approached her, I walked in a most dejected posture, my eyes bent to the floor, as I crossed my hands over my exposed breast. When I looked at her, from the way she frowned her face, I know she wasn't buying my fake facial expression. 'Fuck who cares.' I glared back at her. For a moment there I forgot again what I had come to do, not until I heard her answered the phone. "Yes Sir, the applicants are waiting Sir."