Angsty Historical Romance Novels Novels & Stories

"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.

"Natalie, have you and Francis been at it again?" "We're always arguing," I answered. "However, this seems different," Nora said, her eyes filled with concern. "He's been in such a foul mood. He even trashed his study yesterday." The thought of Francis breaking stuff was hard to picture. He was scary when mad, sure, but he usually kept his cool and did not wreck things. "Why?" I asked, taken aback. Nora hesitated, then whispered, "It's because of Mr. Collins." Bernard Collins: heir to a rival family, Francis' supposed friend, but the man was really his competitor.

But just as I was about to let his cock slide into my dripping entrance, he suddenly grabbed my waist and stopped me mid-act. We locked eyes immediately, and he suddenly said, his voice low and steady; “You've got a pretty face, Paige, but trust me, you've also got one heck of a fine striking and spotless ass right behind you, so why do you think I want to stare at your face while I fuck you?” He smirked and continued, “Turn around. I'd rather watch those fine ass bounce smoothly against my cock while you ride me dirty.”

"Unfortunately, yes." "That's not very unfortunate." Asty stretched her arm. Chaol watched as the young woman's clothes tightened upon her movement, revealing her discreet and unremarked hourglass figure. The count's lascivious head was full of fantasies. He remembered the time where his palms gently held those slim waist of hers and pulled her close to him, multiple times. He wouldn't deny that he enjoyed it. Asty was a very daring woman, only if— had she worn revealing and tempting clothes. But it didn't matter to him, this pure, innocent, strong-willed, and persistent woman before him- was more attractive than any seductive hustler out there.

I lowered her, easing into her, until I was fully sheathed. She groaned. Her hand now free, she grabbed me by the hair and tugged back, drawing her lips away. "You bastard," she gasped. "Bitch," I growled. I pulled my hips back and thrust into her hard, pushing her into the wall, eliciting another gasp. I felt my own anger welling up inside of me. I knew I wasn't really angry at her, but she was the unintended victim of my fury. I slammed my cock into her hard, grinding against her. Pulling back, I did it again, even harder, doing my best to push her right through the wall. She gasped as if I'd struck her.

The curly blonde-haired girl, on the other hand, was just confused as she sized me up with her eyes. My eyes were locked on the handsome Alpha prince, so sexy and domineering with his Alpha aura filling the air. He had that bad boy enticing appearance that most ladies would love and his dreamy hazel eyes cute, but right there, I knew he wasn't for me. His eyes were brimming with disgust and anger as they gawked at me even with my mate scent.

The young woman sitting by me stopped her game and watched me rant in astonishment. When I ran out of angry words, she clapped her hands in succession, and it echoed in the silence. "Well said, Princess, but I think someone lied to you, just like they lied to some of them over there," she said, pointing to a point in the room's corner. "Over there in the blue dress is Princess Kit of the Blue Brook Pack. She was given away as an alliance gift to the Lycan King and found herself as a slave here the very next day. Following her is Princess Yvette from the distant pack region of the werecats. She was told that she was to be matched with the Lycan Prince. She has not gotten over the deceit that

Well, the situation with Carla… It’s complicated, but I guess I just need to wait for the final results and see how things go later on. “Angelo, I will not look for you in any man that tries to woo me anymore. I understand you belong to another. The problem is not that you are incapable of feeling love. The problem is that I am not that person who makes you want to break your own rules and love her like there is no tomorrow. It has never been me, and it definitely would not be me in a thousand years.”

The fire in the grand hearth spat and hissed, throwing its light against dark-paneled walls in patterns that shifted with each breath the flame took, shadows reaching and retreating across surfaces that had been accumulating the history of this house for longer than I had been alive. The bed was massive. Canopied, draped in fabrics that belonged to another century, the century of the portraits downstairs, the century of passion and consequence and the particular understanding that beauty and destruction were not opposites but close neighbors. I looked at it and felt the vertigo of the moment press against my sternum. The surfaces told me things.