Novel & Cerita Best Angst Romance Books

Branches from overgrown bushes clawed at my arms as I darted through winding alleyways. My lungs burned. My legs trembled. But I couldn't stop. They were behind me. I could hear them. I turned a corner blindly, rain blurring my vision. And crashed into something solid. The world tilted as I collided with a broad chest. Strong arms caught me before I could fall. I looked up, gasping for breath, and froze. A man. Tall, powerful, dressed in black despite the rain. Dark eyes that seemed to pierce right through me, sharp, unreadable, intense.

I want that. He reached across, his hand covering mine. His thumb stroked the back of my palm. 'I've wanted you so long, Jane. This isn't just tonight.' With a pounding heart, I whispered, 'Me too.' The romance I felt hit me hard, making me ache. His free hand slipped under the table, landing warm on my thigh. I froze, trying to catch my breath, but didn't pull away. His fingers traced slow circles, inching up as my fabric bunched.

" you don't know why but you're lost, lost in his eyes as if he is staring at your soul. it is like you are in your world with him—you didn't mind about the people entering in or the fact that you two are in one cubicle. but you didn't ignore the turmoil, you were still worried and anxious about being caught. you gritted your teeth. you were so frustrated. your devil side is battling against your angel side. you wished to feel pleasure—you want to feel what it is like to be loved yet you also want to stay the way you are right now. you disliked it. you disliked being so all over him. but you're enjoying it. you're enjoying this challenge he's offering you. one sex won't hurt...right? "fuck y

When the guy got too handsy, Jax appeared out of nowhere, clamping a hand on his shoulder. "Back off," Jax growled, low and dangerous. The guy scampered. I turned, my hands on hips, smirking. "Jealous, Jax? Didn't know you cared." He stepped closer, towering over me, his scent, woodsmoke and leather, wrapping around me. "You know I do, Aria. But you're playing with fire." I tilted my chin up, our lips inches apart. "Maybe I like the burn." His eyes darkened, his hand brushing my waist with just a feather light touch, but it sent sparks straight between my legs.

I'm sure they're supposed to be words, but they're peculiarly stacked together in such a way that only the writer can decipher them. I flip the pages, which I'm surprised are empty at all, given how used the book feels and looks. Closing the book, I open it again to a random page. But there's nothing random about this page. It has been visited multiple times, even recently. I'm sure my sight serves me correctly. Angie's Must-Do List— Steps To Freedom. The title reads, and then there's a bunch of things. * Drink Alcohol * Try a cigarette * Have my first kiss

"How could you think I'm dating?" "Or maybe she's thinking about a guy. A guy who's giving her mix signals. A minute he's with you and another he's not. Making you wish he was someone you could reach out to but no... he's not." Theresa summed up my whole life in a few minutes. "And you got that from your new Romance book?" I chuckled lightly, trying to wave off the tension that was brewing up. "No. Dark Romance." She winked. Dark Romance? There was no romance going on between L'Angelo and I. But Dark? That was some talk for later.

Not like it should be anyone's business but I have to clarify on my lack of diligence in my work because I appreciate everyone of you who spends money to read my book. I have been battling with anxiety for a while now due to some personal issues and I didn't know how bad it was until I had a health crisis last week which caused me to return back to my doctor. It has caused my blood pressure to shoot up for the first time in my life and I am just in my 20's which is not a good thing for me. To cut this short, I will be taking a month break in order to begin counseling and take my treatment more seriously. I will complete this book when I return, we have no less than 60 romantic chapters to go

Rage and longing collided, and before she could stop herself, she grabbed his shirt, fisting it tight, and dragged his mouth down to hers. The kiss was fire and fury, teeth and tongues clashing, both of them pouring every unspoken truth into it. It wasn’t tender. It wasn’t sweet. It was war. When they finally broke apart, breathless, Grace’s voice was a rasp. “Damn you, Damien Black.” His lips curved into the ghost of a smile. “Too late for that, Grace. You’re already mine.”

The Bound to the fallen angel is a dark fantasy romance about fate, obsession, second chances, and a love that survives across lifetimes. Welcome to the beginning bitches!

And then they both walked out too, leaving me on my knees with tears burning the back of my eyes and shame engulfing me whole in its blazing flames as Oliver’s come dried on my breasts and ruled my taste buds. . . A. Gupta Have you checked out my other completed books? Read CAGED- A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance. Bride To Be. And check out: TWISTED MARRIAGE- A Dark MMf Mafia Romance!!