Angst Romance Where Hero Loves Another Woman Novels & Stories

She raised a pale hand to cover the missing piece of her head. Maybe… Just maybe… she was moved by what I said. Ximena hesitated, then spoke. "… I didn't know you went through so much. I don't remember any of it…" Not remembering was perfect. Her amnesia was a blessing. Before she could think too much, I rushed forward and hugged her tight, crying like my life depended on it. "You heartless woman. I thought once I found you, I'd comb your hair, wash your feet, cook for you, and take good care of you. And yet the moment we get married, you want me dead."

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.

"She's that vicious?" "Mm-hmm." Aurora nodded. "Angie told me earlier that she's reading a novel right now. Because the plot didn't go the way she expected, with the female lead not forgiving the scummy male lead but instead falling for the supporting male character, Angie completely broke down. She's been relentlessly attacking the female lead and the author, using filthy language to insult them. She accused the author and slandered her. Even though I'm her cousin, I can't stand her comments. They're so vulgar and unrefined.

“Yeah, I thought so. You obviously can’t do anything! None of you can do anything. You are loyal to him, and you would do anything he says without thinking twice.” “Angelo is a good man. I know you can’t….” “Yeah right!” I cut in sharply, “A good man that strips women against their will just to prove a point, how nice!” I spat in disgust and rushed up the stairs. I could feel his eyes piercing through my back from behind.

The phone went dead, and Valentine sat there, heart so full of both love and fear: the battle would be coming their way, but at present, she had to believe him—and that they'd survive together. Victoria Giupere paced her sumptuous bedroom, the clicking of her stiletto heels echoing off the marble floors. Her anger was a palpable mixture of jealousy and wounded pride. She could not think of how Arnulfo could betray her-not for some ordinary woman like Valentine. Her fists clenched at her sides as thoughts of Valentine consumed her.

“Because I loved you! I’ve always loved you. But no, you loved a woman who had zero interest in you. It’s not that I hate you—I hate the fact that you allowed yourself to get played by a nobody.” I wanted to squeeze her mouth shut for calling Aurora a nobody, but I held myself back. I quickly shoved back those feelings. “...I’ve always wanted your attention, Jax.” She tried to touch me again, but under my hard stare, she clenched her jaw and pulled her hand back. “I thought we had gone past this for years. Or was it because you suddenly saw her?” She leveled a hard stare at me. "That woman fucking left you when you had nothing, Jax! She played you!” she bellowed, her voice full of scorn.

AS I take my first step towards them, I see the other woman reach out and strike Angela across the face, seconds later Lobo reaches them and barks and snaps at the woman causing her to shriek and back away while Lobo remains at Angela’s feet protecting her. I break into a jog and quickly I am beside her to check she is okay. She is holding her cheek with her hand and her eyes are watery, but I see fire there, she is hurt but she is also angry. “Angel? Are you alright? Who is this woman?” “She is nothing. This woman is nobody to me.” The venom with which she speaks is shocking to me as I have not heard her speak like this before, not even when she was describing her past to the police this mo

I wouldn’t try anything and disrespect her or the Goddess’ will. Besides that, even though Aaron was her fated mate, he was a selfish prick and well-known for using women. Angeline’s behaviour on the day we met was odd, could something have happened to her? A low growl left my chest. The sole idea of her suffering was unsettling. “It’s possible, we have to go there and check on her, Grant! That’s the right thing to do; save the poor damsel in distress!” Stormy barked. “No, her mate wouldn’t ever hurt that Angel. I am just making excuses for myself because I need to see her,” I exhaled, both thinking out loud and answering to my Wolf.

He loves classic girls, girls with a clean shaved cunt not some kind of stenching, black ,dirty cunt that will almost make you to throw up. After two hours of pounding her,he finally release. "You are on pill right?" He asked to be sure. Angie nods her head affirmatively and wailed inwardly. Her cunt were sore and hurtful from his pound and she loved it. She sensed that, he loves weak girls while he pound them so she pretend like he's the winner and she was roughly banged on the other hand. "Well, my hair is rumpled, my dress and I might be smelling cums so, I think we should drive to a place where I can refresh and clean up. How about you helping me to clean up?" Angie questioned rhetorical

The lodge doors burst open, letting out a wave of warmth, laughter—and her. Sebastian froze. She walked out like she owned the snow beneath her boots. Long dark hair spilled from a wool hat, her coat cinched at the waist, confidence in every step. She was beautiful in a way that felt intentional. Dangerous. Her eyes scanned the area sharply, calculating exits. Sebastian’s hand twitched toward a gun that wasn’t there. Because he knew her. Nyra Valen. Mafia queen. Strategist. His biggest rival. And apparently… a Christmas tourist.