Angsty Romance Novels & Stories

she whispered while playing with his hair Yeah, fuck this I'm getting married to this woman. "Damn" Angelo whispered looking around the room. "Can u teach me how to fight,u know how to defend myself?" she said excitedly while he chuckled. "Sure " Angelo whispered before placing his lips on hers. He kissed her deeply hoping she would understand how much he loved her for this Aria moaned softly while arching her body making her chest touch his. "My girl," He Said All mine

Anyways, that was the moment that I knew, I could never love anyone like I love Angelo. Let us ignore the fact that he doesn't feel the same way. Yet. Yet, I plan on doing everything in my power to make him fall in love with me. I have known Angelo since I was a kid; I know what makes him tick; I know the things he enjoys doing, his favorite meals, and the type of women he loves. I am far different from the type of women that Angelo has been with, I am a little on the thick side, I have got enough boobs to suffocate me in my sleep coupled with a slim waist and an ass for days, and my body has always caught the attention of every man, every man apart from Angelo, plus I am a blonde and there

Angela lied, her voice tight and trembling with suppressed rage as she shoved a hand against his chest, trying to put distance between them. The moment her palm connected with his solid, muscular chest, Marco didn't budge an inch. Instead, a dangerous, knowing glint flashed in his eyes. Before she could pull away, Marco reached out with a lightning-fast movement, catching her by the back of the neck and playfully ruffling her short, choppy hair.

I pulled him toward me and crashed my mouth against his. It wasn't a soft kiss. It wasn't a movie kiss. It was messy, desperate, and full of all the anger and confusion we had been carrying since the day we became roommates. It tasted like salt and heat. It felt like a fight. Jax made a low sound in his throat: half a groan, half a growl and slammed me back against the tiled wall. The cold tile hit my back, but I didn't care because his body was warm, pressing against me, pinning me there. His hands moved from my arms to my waist, gripping me so hard I knew there would be marks tomorrow.

I said. Annie waved her hand dismissively. “Honey, if you’ve got my brother talking marriage, you’re already family.” “This is the first I’ve heard of it,” I said. “Classic Booker,” Annie said with a giggle. “Romance is not his forte.” I bit my lip which made Austin chuckle. “She knows.” “He’s romantic in his own way,” I said. “Seriously,” Annie said. “Saint.” “Yeah, she is.” Austin kissed me quickly.

"What?! You cannot be serious, Father! " I interrupted him loudly, forgetting my place. Rising to my feet, my wolf was enraged by the injustice done against me. She rose to her haunches also, roaming restlessly. I was to be given away to the lycanthrope against my own will.

Ramon's voice cuts through my panic, grounding me back in the present moment. I force a smile and slip into the passenger seat, and we pull away immediately. Our conversation begins as it always does, with Ramon's gentle persistence and my careful deflection. "It's been a week since I brought this up, so when are you going to give me a real chance, Antonia? Let me prove that my feelings for you are completely genuine." His question is predictable, but it still makes my stomach tighten with anxiety. Ramon is everything a woman should want in a partner: kind, hardworking, respectful, genuinely caring. He treats me as an equal, asks for my opinions, listens when I speak. He's the complete oppos

"Angela, the next time you come around me and disrespect not only me but my fiancé, I will kick you out. I have important business to attend to. Excuse me." Anthony walked away, dragging me with him. I looked over my shoulder at the woman and saw her looking as if her head was on fire, which described just how enraged she was. I looked forward and glanced at Anthony. His jaw was clenched hard, defining his sharp jawline while his nose flared. He was pissed. Really pissed.

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

Angel says all giddy but her shoulders slump in dejection when I do not match her energy. "All this is just a coincidence, Angel, too much of romance movies are definitely eating deep into your head, leave Dane and the rogue alone and focus on me" I draw her closer, such that our chest is touching, her breathing picks up a familiar rhythm and I smile for what is to come.