Angsty Romance Novels & Stories

"That, Adam's words prove to be a curse for me until now." Yara clenched her fists that were under the table. She remembers the words of Adam, her first love and first ex boyfriend in high school when they broke up. "I swear you won't be able to date forever. Anyway, you won't be able to get married until you can see me on the aisle."

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.

How can he say those words? Stinky rogue ! ! ! Arya shouted. “Bastard! Let me go!” “No.” He gave a roguish firm answer. Bastard! ! ! “Let me go! !” She screamed. She was extremely angry. Why is he acting so crazy? “Apologize to me and if you make me happy, I’ll let you go.” She had to apologize? Why should she apologize? This rogue!!! She really wanted to bite him to death!

he said. "Just shut up Ryan!" "My only regret is I didn't get to kiss those rosy lips like I planned" he said. "I said shut up!" I yelled. "Have you ever touched her skin, it feels so soft and delicate and....." "Ryan!" I yelled as I dropped my towels and punched him and he fell on the bed. "Come on, don't tell me you haven't noticed how sexy our little Jasmine is" he said amidst laughter and I punched him again.

"You can say whatever you want, that we're only married on paper, but that still doesn't change the fact that WE ARE MARRIED. It still doesn't change the fact that I got your last name, and that I am the one you're spending the honeymoon with." I gritted my teeth even more, to the point that I felt like if I kept going, all my teeth would fall out of my mouth. Even my jaws were so tight, and so were my fists. But Elle was matching my anger and irritation. The only difference was she was good at not letting it show in her face. In fact, she now looked like she was challenging me, as if she were up to something.

I jump to my feet and place my hands on my hips. “No, no, no! We aren’t doing this! I’m your mate… YOUR MATE! We don’t do separate and we don’t disappear. We have too much going against us to play those game. Anything you’re dealing with, WE are dealing with. That’s the way this shit works!” ~Aston~ Okay. Call me crazy or a typical guy, but an angry Katarina is a sexy as fuck Katarina. My dick twitched throughout her entire rant, and I want nothing more than to rip her clothes off and take her right here on this porch. Let’s have mate now.

Ximena's extended hair instantly retracted, and she shrank back into her small, delicate form. She stood there with her hands clasped together, head lowered, looking obedient and timid. For some reason, that sight made me feel uncomfortable. I pulled her behind me and turned to face the man standing there. He wore a long black robe. His eyes were narrow and slanted upward, his body bulky, his face downright ugly. The man carried himself with an air of superiority, casting me an annoyed glance.

“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.

He stopped at her breasts and squeezed them. Angel let out a moan. Ricardo's desire reignited. “Who's afraid? Daddy will take care of you tonight, but wait a moment. There's someone Daddy needs to contact.” Angel nodded eagerly while stroking her hair. It had to be admitted that the cheap salon's blonde hair color suited her mischievous smile. Ricardo got off the bed. Briefly, he saw Angel sitting back against the headboard. She lit a cigarette and took a deep drag. Angel winked, and Ricardo reminded himself to contact Boy immediately. There was a long night he wanted to enjoy.

The stretch was sharp and sweet, and she gasped. Anton's composure broke. He gripped her hips and pushed, a single deep thrust that filled her, and she heard herself cry out against the table. For a moment, no one moved. “Fuck, Ida.” His voice was wrecked. “You're so tight.” Lydia appeared beside them. She pressed herself against Anton's back, her hands sliding over his chest, her mouth finding his shoulder. “Fuck her, babe,” she whispered. “Show her what it means to be ours.”