Angsty Romance Novels & Stories

Jay announced gloomily. “Yes.” Storm responded and pushed the wheelchair, walking toward Sycamore Annex. On the way there, Storm cautiously interceded for Angeline. “Mr. Ares, nothing happened between the missus and the man last night. She came out almost immediately after entering.” Jay’s state of mind was not at all relieved by Storm’s explanation. He was still utterly upset. Angeline asked a man out in the middle of the night and accepted his gift. More importantly, she was unable to be frank in front of him.

“But…why her though? Christian needs a wife, yes, but why does it have to be a girl whose father should be dead by now?” Before I could respond, Astrid was at it. She smirked coyly and her gaze lit up as she turned to Roma. “Oh, you don’t know, do you? I mean, I had those same feelings until I figured it out. Why does it have to be the daughter of a traitor? Well, get this, Angel Winchester has blonde hair and sickening blue eyes.” While Roma frowned, I felt my blood rush cold. “What does that have to do with…” Then his eyes widened, almost popping off as he swung his head my way, and an irking glimpse of pity settled on his face. “What the…fuck? Christian, love, I get that therapy isn’t you

“I would. If you actually ask for someone to be beaten up, then he or she deserves it.” “What if it's a girl?” “I'll bash her pretty face in. No one troubles my baby and gets away with it.” She tip-toed and kissed his cheek. “I love you.” He reciprocated the kiss. “I love you, too.” Angel rolled his eyes at them. “Enough of the pretentious goodism. You both are trouble makers.” The others burst into laughter. “Goodism!” Jimmy said as he held his stomach in laughter. “He said goodism! Good Lord!”

Angus only softly begged, asking if she could see him again tonight—or if he could serve Emilia. Emilia stormed out of the restaurant, angrily saying, "No way! Last time, you didn't use a condom and came inside me directly, Angus. Do you think you can permanently mark me?" Angus apologized, "I'm sorry, Miss. I couldn't help myself." "What feelings?" Emilia exploded, "Yuck, I would never have feelings for you! You jerk! You scoundrel!" Angus listened quietly as Emilia vented her anger. After she finished, he asked gently, "Can I accept your punishment tomorrow, Miss?"

“But you keep your share of Dirty Angels if you obey me. They will not touch one hair on your pretty hair while I am involved, I can protect you.” He pulled her up and kissed her. Deep. Intimate. Then rougher. Clothes were torn away. Hands everywhere. He bent her over the padded bench, wrists cuffed loosely. A flogger traced her spine. His mouth followed, marking her skin, fingers stretching her. They moved together hard and close. He took her from behind first, driving deep until she cried out. Then he turned her face-to-face, legs wrapped around him, slow rolling thrusts, eyes locked. Control threaded with tenderness. Light restraints. Gentle pressure at her throat that stole breath and se

Christina immediately stepped forward to help with the luggage, not forgetting to open the door to the front passenger seat for her. Yara threw herself at Matthew upon seeing that he had taken the initiative this time. “You’re so naughty for not giving me a call all this while!” With that, the car ignited, and in the backseat, Christina had goosebumps all over her throughout the journey. Indeed, women who were working in the entertainment industry were more open-minded as Yara ignored the assistant and leaned in close toward the man. “Darling, did you miss me?” He grinned before throwing a quick glance at the rearview mirror. “I do, I miss you every single night!”

"This woman? She's the reason why my high school year ended badly! She's the one who made my high school life so damn hard!" My voice quivered, then I felt something dripping on my cheeks. I was crying. Of course I was. I was so angry that I couldn't even control myself from shaking. I may have been weak when I was younger, but I know I could fight today. But do you know what's annoying right now? That out of all the confrontations I made up in my head between Marciella and I, this was something I never thought that could happen. Like how am I going to pull her hair and brawl with her?

He loves classic girls, girls with a clean shaved cunt not some kind of stenching, black ,dirty cunt that will almost make you to throw up. After two hours of pounding her,he finally release. "You are on pill right?" He asked to be sure. Angie nods her head affirmatively and wailed inwardly. Her cunt were sore and hurtful from his pound and she loved it. She sensed that, he loves weak girls while he pound them so she pretend like he's the winner and she was roughly banged on the other hand. "Well, my hair is rumpled, my dress and I might be smelling cums so, I think we should drive to a place where I can refresh and clean up. How about you helping me to clean up?" Angie questioned rhetorical

Final] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ THEME: HAPPINESS & JUBILATION 💕 unknown pov💕 .. .. It’s been two years since the coming together of the Demon and vampire clan but Damien and Alisha decided to slow down in getting married.