Angst Romance Where Hero Loves Another Woman Novels & Stories

He turns to his right then his left, surveying the environment, strategizing his next plan. He needed to escape from these pests of guards. He then pauses, staring at Annabelle. He could feel his heart struggling to fly out of his chest. His eyes were fixated on the owner of his soul. Her long, wavy and blonde hair made Richard's poetic desire erupt. Her forehead is high making her Rosy and plumpy cheek conspicuous. Her white skin and little lips defined desire and ecstasy. She was of strange beauty, one he had never seen before. The exterior part of the castle had granted him his one and only wish, his wish to find true love.

’ ‘So I see. Her anger flared momentarily, then died away. In another situation she might have seen Angela’s actions as a betrayal. But Angela knew how she felt about Gary, that it was lust not love. And Angela had always been more prone to act on impulse. Presumably the same impulse had applied when it came to the black stripper.

Angel says all giddy but her shoulders slump in dejection when I do not match her energy. "All this is just a coincidence, Angel, too much of romance movies are definitely eating deep into your head, leave Dane and the rogue alone and focus on me" I draw her closer, such that our chest is touching, her breathing picks up a familiar rhythm and I smile for what is to come.

He hasn't said he doesn't like her as a woman. "Why? I am just asking, there's no need to stutter." I playfully said with a smirk. I saw how his eyes went wider. I just hit some fatal point. That's why he leaves an extra effort with her whenever she asks for something. Does Diane know about this? I guess not, she is an anti-romantic person. I think she is also dumb to feel this kind of emotion. Now, I am wondering what will happen when Diane finds out Hugo's crush on her. "I don't. Shut up." I finally laughed after hearing that. He is not the collected Hugo I saw the first time we met. He is so worried about it now. Maybe I can use this news for future purposes when I have to blackmail him.

“Don’t call me that.” Luca tilted his head. “What should I call you then? My wife? My mate?” I bared my teeth. “I am neither.” He exhaled, rubbing a hand down his face before meeting my eyes again. “You can lie to yourself all you want, Angelina, but we both know the truth. You are mine.” Rage burned in my chest. “I rejected you.” “And yet,” he murmured, “you still feel me, don’t you?”

bathroom door bangs open. Light floods briefly, then darkness again.“Clear. She must’ve left with Cross.”“Max won’t like this. He wanted her tonight.”Max. Angelo’s uncle. The man who just threatened me.“Split up. Check every floor. She’s pregnant, she can’t go far.”The footsteps retreat. Voices fade down the hallway.Angelo waits. Counting seconds in the dark. When he finally moves, it’s with calculated precision.“Stay close,” he breathes. “Don’t let go of my hand.”He leads me through the darkness like he’s done this before. We move through my room, into the hallway, past shadows that might be furniture or people, I can’t tell. My free hand instinctively covers my stomach, protecting the bab

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he narrated more deeply. Cassandra couldn't believe her eyes, although she has every right to be mad at him for his lies but she didn't feel any firm anger but pity in her heart. She wrapped her hands around Dennis and laid his head on her chest. Slowly, she stroked his hair, her heart filled with nothing but love. "You don't have to worry about any of that Dennis, I am not angry so it is fine" she assured him and Dennis felt a huge burden off his chest.

I would meet my first love… Who would know that the ugly woman I almost hit, the cause why I never got to Lalaine, losing my chance to talk to her, the one I hated for hurting my jaw and car, was her? My heart agreed with me. Angela was my true love. “I really wanted you now, Anj…” I whispered, kissing her hair. “But I shouldn’t be doing this until I settle things. I will prove to you my love for you is bigger than the sky.” She craned her neck to me. “You love me?” I did not answer her question. Instead, I pulled her again to me until we fell asleep with our arms wrapped around our bodies.

Awareness for him flowed through her, she gritted her teeth and she fought the urge to run from him. She was stronger than this. He was just a man. -But what a man.- No! Squaring her shoulders, eager to have this over and done with, she lengthened her strides, opened the door to the building with a whoosh, entered, and halted when they came face to face. -Fuck. Just fuck.- Her eyes devoured him. El Patron was a girl's sweetest dessert ever. Angelina gulped. Her mouth was suddenly dry and she cursed herself that she didn't bring her bottle of water with her.