Angsty Romance Books Novels & Stories

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.

he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“

"You have no idea. He's not only angry...he's mad. Very mad." I let out a sharp gasp as he pulled me roughly against his restrained cock, my ass kissing the edge of the table as he ground his bulge onto my wetness like there was an ache he wanted to aid, and I was all too eager to move against him, my wetness readily seeping through my panties.

Cradling Angeline’s neck, Stormy pushed her away with surprising gentleness. “Everything is up for you, my Angel. I will show you how cocky my cock can be. Not fucking casual, cause I want to lick, devour and fuck you every day and night.” His guttural voice echoed through my mouth, the words followed by a possessive growl. “Ain’t you a horny wolf? Let’s just enjoy the moment, Stormy.” Her face contorted in a small frown when another moan escaped her. Stormy ran my tongue along her lips, sucking them with unexpected skill before possessing her mouth in a demanding kiss.

How I met him was quite a meet-cute, never have I been in a relationship this passionate. He was everything and supported me, he gave me all I ever asked for. Since I first met him at the club, where I turned from a waitress to a striper, he had always hovered around me. He made me felt special, I could see his love for me in his eyes. We never had any problems, just small irrelevant arguments. I have been dreaming about the day he would propose to me, to be sincere, I have never been this patient in my life.

I shivered as his hands cupped my breasts, thumbs circling my hard nipples. “You’re still such an arrogant prick,” I whispered, but I arched into his touch. My pussy was already dripping, aching for him after weeks of tense meetings where we fucked in secret between arguments. Ronan pushed me back onto the bed and stripped quickly, his thick cock springing free, heavy and veined. “And you’re still a stubborn little brat who gets wet arguing with me.” He climbed over me, spreading my legs wide and rubbing his cockhead up and down my slick folds. “Tell me you want this.”

Something that made my chest tighten with both lust and dangerous affection. “This is our last night,” she whispered, climbing onto the bed and straddling me. “I want you to ruin me, Ethan. I want you to fuck me so hard I feel you for weeks after you leave.” I grabbed her hips and pulled her down for a deep, possessive kiss. Our tongues fought for dominance. She moaned into my mouth as she ground her bare pussy against my rapidly hardening cock. “You are such a filthy little slut,” I growled against her lips. “Sneaking into your stepson’s room every night to get fucked while your husband sleeps downstairs.”

I collapsed forward onto Atticus's chest, shaking, as Devin pressed kisses along my spine. We lay tangled, sweat-slicked and breathless. The storm still raged outside, but inside, I was theirs. Completely. And I no longer wanted to fight it.

“Like it’s just another war you have to control.” “It is.” “No,” she said firmly. “It stopped being just that the moment you kissed me.” Silence. Deep. Heavy. Unavoidable. “And now?” she asked. His breath slowed. “Now it’s complicated.” Nyra almost laughed—but there was no humor in it. “Complicated?” she repeated. “That’s what you’re calling this?” “What do you want me to call it?” She didn’t hesitate. “Real.” The word settled between them like something fragile and dangerous.

I looked at Wyatt, who was appraising me with narrowed eyes. “What? She forgets I can smell her all over the books and I know what ones are naughty, because well ya know,” I leaned over and tossed him a book from the pile. I had started reading the backs of things so I purposely incorporated a little spice in her life. He looked at the title, then skimmed the back of the book, it was some mafia romance. His brows raised, I shrugged.