Angsty Books Novels & Stories

“She said she was drunk!” “And you believed her man! Seriously, you believe that crap. This ain’t the first time, neither is it the second nor the third, yet you take every rubbish that spews out of her mouth. A lady mistakenly gets into your brawl, she gets hurt even, yet you want to take out all your frustrations on her. You know what! You are a b**ch, bro.” Damien threw a punch at Jacob's face, jolting him backward and onto the table in his study.

*Stefanie purrs sultrily, arrogant smirk widening as she strips naked, fair skin flushing, pink nipples hard on jiggling breasts, wide hips swaying as she gets on all fours doggystyle, jiggly round ass raised, tight pink anus visible, dripping plump pink cunt throbbing hungrily for cock. "Hide such dirty secrets no more, satisfy mommy's starving pussy... ram your hard cock deep in my wet married hole, fuck me raw till I cream everywhere, pound this cheating milf cunt senseless and make me scream for more." *She grinds her ass back teasingly, hedonistic eyes commanding as she spreads thighs wider, pussy lips parting invitingly, ready for filling.*

Content warning ⚠️‼️: This book is a dark mafia romance containing explicit sexual content, graphic violence (including murder and assault), kidnapping, intense power exchange, spanking/discipline, rough sex, and strong language. It features an enemies-to-lovers arc with eventual mutual consent. Intended for mature readers 18+ only who enjoy very dark, possessive alpha heroes and high-stakes romance. Please read responsibly. Chapter 1 Lila Moreau had always known her father played with fire.

I started packing up my book. “You're wasting your time here Diva, one moment you're angry because of Vee the next you're pissed off because James isn't with you…if you want James that badly why don't you consider asking him directly and save me the stress of your unnecessary yelling and tantrum”I told her to her face before taking my back pack with me leaving her in the class. I could hear her shouting, yelling, cursing at me but one never left my head. “ You bitch you fucking don't know how James isn't into you in every possible way,, enjoy it while it lasts.”

Pussy stretched obscenely around the ridged shaft. I did not pause. I fucked her like I hated her. Hard. Fast. Deep. Punishing strokes that slapped my hips against her striped ass, made the spreader bar rattle, made her bound wrists strain against the cuffs. I grabbed her hair again, used it like reins, yanking her head back so hard her neck strained. “Take it,” I snarled. “Take every fucking inch, you greedy cum-dump.” She sobbed. Drool poured. Pussy gushed. The wet squelching was obscene, filthy, loud.

she said, smiling happily at the thought of their first grandchild. “Hopefully, ma. By the way, I’m here to get my books.” “The ones by Jakara Blue? Yes, it’s on the bookshelf in your room.” Later in my room, I indeed saw about ten books by Jakara Blue that were arranged neatly on a shelf. I picked one of them and traced the embossed author’s name with my finger. This explained why I used the name Jakara Blue as my new name in Japan. It must be because I was an avid reader of Jakara Blue’s books. Remembering about my purpose in coming here, I started opening the folders that were arranged on another corner of the shelf. I had the habit of placing important documents in a folder.

CONTENT: Payback sex, big cock, dominating, ass spanking, big booty. CHAPTER 1 I always hated my sister, well, hate is a bit too strong. I would rather use the word ‘resent’. We would fight over everything and anything with no apparent reason. So, when her slut of a best friend, Tiffany, came on to me, I fucked her for two reasons. One, because she was hot as hell and two, to get back at my elder sis for all the hell she had taken me through high school and all my childhood.

He chuckles low and mocking while steeping closer as the scent of his cologne hits me— musky, masculine and I swear my pussy twitches. “Keep telling yourself that, sweetheart. But we both know who's really close here.” Brian stance shifts and I can’t stop staring at the way his pants hug his thighs. Fuck, is that a bulge? No, stop it, Jane. This is ridiculous. I hate this feeling and this betrayal from my own body. “Don’t call me sweetheart,” I snap, grabbing my folder and turning my heel. “We’re done here.” I stormed out while my face was burning and my pulse racing.

Angie said, flashing Aurora a heart sign and then pulling out her phone. Just as Aurora reached the door, Angie suddenly let out a loud exclamation. Aurora turned around. "What happened?" "That damn author actually insulted me!" Angie shouted. Aurora walked over to the bed. "What are you talking about?" "I've been reading a novel for the past few months, and it's written so poorly it drives me crazy. I've been insulting the author for months, and now the author dared to insult me back! This is too much!" Angie replied angrily.

They scramble. I stand in the middle of the empty boutique, my arms crossed, my shoes tapping against the marble. My blood is roaring in my ears, and my skin feels too tight. Every nerve ending is screaming for friction, for him, and the fact that he's still trying to play protector while I'm literally vibrating with need makes me want to scream. Azren steps up behind me, his hands hovering like he's afraid to touch. "Angel," he tries again, his voice softer. "If they're watching—"