Anti Hero Romance Novels & Stories

"Jasmine, in case I tell you that I like you and I want you to be my special someone to love. Will there be anyone who might get mad?" She stand up for the serious question but she took a wrong step so he slowly fell down. Inadvertently Jake pulled her hand away. As she turned back facing the soldier she lost her right balance again in her stance and sank into Jake's chest. She got more turned on to inhaled Jake's fragrant scent. As it was a very neat man she ever knew. It has been exposed to the heat of the sun and is sweating but its fragrant smell remains. One of Jasmine's favorite things about a man is being physically clean. This handsome yet clean body thrill factor that Jake has. She

I lied, well it's technically the truth. "Ain't you gonna get your lunch?" Angel asked. "I'll get it for her since she seems tired. What do you want?" Hottie asked and I told him. He got up and left to get our meals. Looking at them, I could see the slight resemblance. They both had jet black hair and adorable dimples but while Hottie had hazel eyes, Angel had silver eyes and a lip ring. "I'm sure you're now convinced I'm not an Angel?" He smirked.

That he will put me back together. Bone by bone. Breath by breath. And in the end, when I'm ready, he will return me to the world—still his, but now unbreakable. Because I don't want a man who protects me from falls or promises me vows of love. I want the one who will teach me to fly… knowing I will always return to his side. If he wants to be my antihero. I will be his... villain. The silence between us is a living entity — heavy, pulsating, charged with everything we dare not say. My eyes meet his, and I lose myself in that stormy amber, a darkness that promises to drag me into the depths.

"I hate how you make me feel." "I hate you too," I breathed back, pulling him closer, my hands sliding down to the small of his back. But it was a lie. We both knew it was a lie. You don't hold someone like they’re your last hope if you hate them. You don't risk your whole career for someone you hate. Jax moved his kisses to my jaw, then down to my neck. I tilted my head back, my eyes closing. For the first time in my life, I wasn't Liam Simpson, the NHL prospect. I was just a guy. And I was exactly where I wanted to be.

Sparks flew. Serena backed up, eyes scanning for anything—anything—she could use. Her hand closed around a rusted pipe. She swung. The blow struck Beta’s shoulder, but she didn’t flinch. “You’re weak,” Beta sneered. “You were just the prototype. I’m what they wanted.” She lunged again—aiming for Serena’s throat. Damien tackled her mid-strike. They tumbled into the console, breaking wires and glass. Beta threw him off like a rag doll, turning—

The pack, once forged in struggle, had become a beacon of unity, a testament to the strength of the human spirit and the transformative power of love. And as the world embraced a future of harmony and understanding, they would forever honor the names of Alessia, Adrian, and Seraphina—the heroes whose love had changed the course of history.

I shouted quickly. Adipati took a deep breath and let it out quickly. "You know? I was bullied in high school; they abused me and took a video of me half-naked. It's a very horrible memory. They even spread the video; luckily, now no one has it because Kenan has cleaned up everything! From the story, You should know just this, right? How much Kenan means to me?" Hearing my story, Adipati's expression immediately turned somber. "I'll only consider him a hero, not someone I love, so... don't worry! I've prepared a special place for you in my heart!" I smiled so broadly in front of Adipati, making the man slowly soften and smile.

Her new lover was a gentleman, a better lover, and he appreciated her. As she spat the words out at Matt on that first meeting, he knew for a fact that it was over. In fact, he wondered how he'd ever come to love her in the first place. He fought to control his anger as he listened to her, reiterate his many shortcomings to his face. Then, with a sad heart, he left her and began to take action.

He lathered his cock with my wetness and all I could do was moan and cry for more. I felt him release one hand then felt the hand between our hips. He was going to put his cock in and I couldn't wait. I moaned and shuddered when he grabbed his cock and rubbed his tip at my entrance. Anthony brought his lips closer to mine, making us breathe into each other's mouth. I looked at him through hooded eyes, seeing the passion and flushed expression on his face. “I hate you so fucking much,” he said heatedly. “I love you so much,” I said and he moaned.

"Caroline, please. You are still mad at me but let me just-" "Fuck that Arthur! Can you please just stop acting like everything happening between us is something so small that we can fix it right away, huh? We are not teens anymore and stop acting like we are!" I shouted at him and now I can fully see the confusion on his face as he looked away and nodded sarcastically. "So you are thinking this really big, Caroline? Do you think we can't figure this out, huh? Do you think I will just let you slip away from me and not doing anything? Damn, woman, you are too hard to understand but I will never let you go."