Angsty Romance Novels & Stories

The bar is loud and hectic, full of horny men out to get trashed. Angelo, A friend they’d made at the bar joins them. He usually hangs out with his boyfriend but today he was alone. Angelo is hot with a cowlick that always falls over his brow and clearly worked out from the muscles straining beneath his lightweight shirt but he doesn’t hold a candle to Bryan Anderson who is a walking sex-on-legs.’ Roy flushes at the dark path his thoughts were taking.

He was not wearing his suit, but just nice black jeans and a black shirt with an adjacent jacket. Dangerously handsome! I whispered and immediately looked away. "Here to surprise me, aren't you?" A husky voice came from behind me, the damn voice that had a slight ascent to it. To be continued… Finally, many things happened? And a gripping start of their love story, stubborn hearts, insane love, and possessiveness altogether a RUTHLESS ROMANCE They have started analyzing their feelings but this stubbornness, I tell you. How is Scarlett going to be as a famous Fashion Designer as said by Eric?

I reply seductively, making him blush as he runs his cock up and down my wet slick before lining it up at my entrance. "Your so perfect, Angel." he tells me, as he slowly starts to press inside of me. Pulling him closer, I wrap my legs around his waist as our lips meet and his length begins to sink inside of me, bringing a moan out of both of us.

She smiled as she was excited walking just to see her boyfriend. But a moment, Loki was startled and her belongings fell on the ground. Loki quickly slapped the woman and said "Why are you flirting him? ". "Flirting him? What do you mean?" I've had him for a long time since 3yrs " confidently said by a woman. "3yrs?!" "Is that true, Jen?" Loki asked with a hoarse voice. Nao’s heard their arguments and quarrel at the department store. But he didn’t mind to get there because he didn’t want to get in trouble with her relationship issues.

He reached out, his thumb hovering just above the mark. "Don't," she whispered. Her eyes were open, clear and sharp. She hadn't stirred; she had simply arrived in the room, fully present. "I don't need your pity, Roman. It's just a souvenir from a night I didn't stay quiet enough." Roman didn't pull his hand away. He pressed his thumb against the scar, his touch surprisingly light for a man whose hands were built for violence. "I don't have any pity to give, Angeline. Only rage. There is a difference."

"But you... you're different. Like I've seen you before." My heart stutters, sixty-eight beats spiking to eighty. Recognition? Already? No, can't be. The wig, the makeup, the contacts, it's a fortress. But that "something worse" from earlier surges, a dark undercurrent that makes my skin hum where he touches. Hate, yes. But laced with a twisted pull, the way a flame draws the moth even as it burns. Ten years of fantasizing about this moment knife in his gut, twisting slow, and now, with him this close, the emptiness cracks wider, letting in flashes of what could be: not just death, but destruction.

After several long strokes you quickly decide that the sensation of Dante's fat cock buried in your cunt is one of your ten favorite things. "Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God," you whimper to yourself as Dante repeatedly penetrates you over the kitchen counter. As he picks up the pace the only other sound is that of his hips smacking against your quivering ass cheeks. "You can't just — uh — bend a girl over and — uh — start fu — uh — fucking her!" you grunt. "Are any of these rules written down somewhere?" he asks, grabbing your tits through your dress and using them as hand-holds.

"No manners. No respect. I didn't raise a street urchin." Ryder rolls his eyes so hard it hurts, a sharp spike of irritation flashing behind his temples. "I’m asking a simple question, Dad. It’s fucking monday You’re supposed to be in Tokyo." Before Austin can launch into another lecture on decorum, Angel steps forward, bypassing her husband entirely. She wraps her arms around Ryder’s neck, pulling him into a cloud of expensive, floral perfume. She presses a wet, lingering kiss to his forehead, her lipstick leaving a sticky residue on his skin.

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.

-00- For hours, Angel locked herself in her room. She was lying down, on her right side, her left side, and her back, just to overcome her boredom. She surprised herself by being annoyed—angry to be more precise, at Xander for bringing a woman into their suite. But something inside her reminded her that she had no right to be angry with her boss. She had no right at all. They were not lovers. Xander was free to date anyone, even sleep with anyone. She was too big-headed and thought that Xander was just looking at her. In reality, after her rejection, Xander would easily find another willing woman.