Angst Romance Novels & Stories

The thrill of control sent a shiver down my spine, igniting my own desire as I continued to tease him. The night stretched out before us, a dark canvas on which we would paint our most forbidden fantasies. I was determined to push him to the very edge, to explore the depths of our intertwined souls in this realm of terror and ecstasy. As I took him deeper into the abyss, I could feel the shadows swirling around us, the whispers of the asylum bearing witness to our passionate exchange.

Lucifer asserted, tucking his hands inside his sweatpants and stomped towards the door. "Thank you so much! Really!" She appreciated. But he ignored her and shuts the door behind him. Angela sat there without letting go of her rusty smile. 'Is he a tsundere?' Angela wondered. She tossed those thoughts away and opened messenger on her phone, and texted her bestie, Bethany Addams. [Hey Beth! You there?"] [No! I am dead! Hmph!] [I am so sorry girl! I was on low bat TT TT]

She knew that Liam meant every word he said, but she couldn't shake off the feeling that this was only the beginning of a long and dangerous battle. "Fuck me, Liam. Fuck me until you forget about him." As Penelope and Liam's passion for each other intensifies, they begin to undress, their hands moving quickly to remove each other's clothing. Penelope's fingers shake as she unzips her dress and lets it fall to the floor, revealing her lacy lingerie underneath. Liam's eyes darken with desire as he takes in the sight of her, and he quickly sheds his own clothes. They stand before each other, their bodies bare, the love and desire they feel for each other clear in their eyes. They embrace, their

I pulled him toward me and crashed my mouth against his. It wasn't a soft kiss. It wasn't a movie kiss. It was messy, desperate, and full of all the anger and confusion we had been carrying since the day we became roommates. It tasted like salt and heat. It felt like a fight. Jax made a low sound in his throat: half a groan, half a growl and slammed me back against the tiled wall. The cold tile hit my back, but I didn't care because his body was warm, pressing against me, pinning me there. His hands moved from my arms to my waist, gripping me so hard I knew there would be marks tomorrow.

Cradling Angeline’s neck, Stormy pushed her away with surprising gentleness. “Everything is up for you, my Angel. I will show you how cocky my cock can be. Not fucking casual, cause I want to lick, devour and fuck you every day and night.” His guttural voice echoed through my mouth, the words followed by a possessive growl. “Ain’t you a horny wolf? Let’s just enjoy the moment, Stormy.” Her face contorted in a small frown when another moan escaped her. Stormy ran my tongue along her lips, sucking them with unexpected skill before possessing her mouth in a demanding kiss.

He reached out, his thumb hovering just above the mark. "Don't," she whispered. Her eyes were open, clear and sharp. She hadn't stirred; she had simply arrived in the room, fully present. "I don't need your pity, Roman. It's just a souvenir from a night I didn't stay quiet enough." Roman didn't pull his hand away. He pressed his thumb against the scar, his touch surprisingly light for a man whose hands were built for violence. "I don't have any pity to give, Angeline. Only rage. There is a difference."

"Angela, the next time you come around me and disrespect not only me but my fiancé, I will kick you out. I have important business to attend to. Excuse me." Anthony walked away, dragging me with him. I looked over my shoulder at the woman and saw her looking as if her head was on fire, which described just how enraged she was. I looked forward and glanced at Anthony. His jaw was clenched hard, defining his sharp jawline while his nose flared. He was pissed. Really pissed.

Just then, my phone rang, and it was Angelo. “Morning, princess,” his deep voice stated. I could feel his smirk forming on the other end of the call. “Shut up, Angel.” “Don’t call me that.” “Don’t call me princess.” “Why because you only want Jax to call you baby?” he chuckled. “I’m going to kill you when you get here.” “Oh. Well, good thing that I don’t plan on being there. Wait, where are you?” “Russia.” “You were in Afghanistan yesterday.”

He was not wearing his suit, but just nice black jeans and a black shirt with an adjacent jacket. Dangerously handsome! I whispered and immediately looked away. "Here to surprise me, aren't you?" A husky voice came from behind me, the damn voice that had a slight ascent to it. To be continued… Finally, many things happened? And a gripping start of their love story, stubborn hearts, insane love, and possessiveness altogether a RUTHLESS ROMANCE They have started analyzing their feelings but this stubbornness, I tell you. How is Scarlett going to be as a famous Fashion Designer as said by Eric?

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.