Angsty Historical Romance Novels Novels & Stories

Direct and to the point. "I'm having a stressful time in my life right now. It's giving me anger management issues. I'd like you to help me focus, to get over the anger. I'm tired of the way I am now, even I don't like me much." "Well, that's pretty simple. Now, the big questions. What made you so angry? Can it be rectified, do you want to rectify it, or move on?" For the next ninety minutes I talked about my history, before and during the courtship, marriage, and beyond. How much I had loved her. How deeply she had hurt me.

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.

I pulled my dress over my head and kicked off my panties, spreading my legs so he could see how h*rny I was. “Look at you,” he growled, shoving his pants down. His c*ck sprang out, hard and curving up, veins bulging. “Already soaked through even when you’re mad at me.” He climbed on top, pinning my wrists above my head with one hand. “You want to know about my past?” He pounded me in one thrust “Kane and I did dirty work overseas. Things that never made the reports.” “Fuck—” he growled out as he kept pounding me. “He thinks I owe him and now he’s sniffing around everything I care about. Including you.”

"We have what he wants. Angel made copies of everything—the financial records, the forged documents, the photographs. She kept them at her apartment." "Which Marcus probably already searched," Caleb said. "No." Maya turned to him, and for the first time since finding Angel's empty hospital room, she felt something other than panic. She felt purpose. "Angel told me something the night she was shot. She said she learned from the best—from Eleanor. My grandmother didn't trust banks or safe deposit boxes. She hid things in plain sight." Dr. Hayes leaned forward. "What are you thinking?" Maya crossed to the built-in bookshelf that lined the parlor wall—the same bookshelf that had been here since