Best Angst Romance Books Novels & Stories

For God's sake, Rumi swore in his heart, Anggia must be held accountable for her actions. "What now, Rumi? What do you want to rant about?" "Who wants to rant?" Rumi snapped angrily. "I came here to congratulate you. Congratulations because soon you'll be torn between two places. If not prison, then a mental hospital." Anggia laughed bitterly. Despite her beautiful face, it was clear she felt no remorse for deliberately hurting Ashton. "I don't mind," she replied casually. "I don't mind living anywhere. The most important thing is, if Ashton can't be mine, don't expect that intern guy to have Ashton as he pleases. I won't allow them to live happily together, no matter what."

She brightened up, but he suspected it was for his sake. “She’s okay, I promise you. We’ll get her.” “Thanks.” All done dressing, he grabbed his briefcase and draped his coat over his shoulders. She followed him outside, and he sensed her reluctance when they reached the door. He also didn’t want to leave, but work called. “What kind of books do you write about?” “Oh, romance. I love love,” Angel said. He thought of that as an irony since she didn’t believe in it. What would she do if he confessed his feelings? She extricated the briefcase from him so he could wear his jacket. “I actually have a book to release.”

"That, Adam's words prove to be a curse for me until now." Yara clenched her fists that were under the table. She remembers the words of Adam, her first love and first ex boyfriend in high school when they broke up. "I swear you won't be able to date forever. Anyway, you won't be able to get married until you can see me on the aisle."

he narrated more deeply. Cassandra couldn't believe her eyes, although she has every right to be mad at him for his lies but she didn't feel any firm anger but pity in her heart. She wrapped her hands around Dennis and laid his head on her chest. Slowly, she stroked his hair, her heart filled with nothing but love. "You don't have to worry about any of that Dennis, I am not angry so it is fine" she assured him and Dennis felt a huge burden off his chest.

Seeing Byron and Anastasia together wants me to punch his ugly face. I shook my head, trying not to think about Anastasia's infuriated expression earlier. Is she angry because I disturbed her romantic date with Byron? Is she crazy? Why does she always put a smile on her face with that bastard? I want to plug out of her teeth so that she can't smile at him anymore. But that was absurd. I poured a drink into my glass and swallowed the cocktail straight to my throat. When someone caresses my back up to my broad shoulder. I ignore it as it is always like that, flirty women are everywhere. But she sat on the stool beside me.

I realized that lust and affection differ when we felt these feelings from two different persons. I am not a maniac; I did not imagine myself being with her in bed doing sex. I just had the feeling of a burning sensation just to be with her near. Even not touching her makes my heart pounds very fast. Our eyes staring at each other is enough to say that we are connected. Our stares at each other end when her son runs towards me and hugs one of my legs tight. “Oh, baby boy it was you once again,” I said as I saw and recognized his face.

She was so afraid and could not help but feel that Chris was about to lose his temper. "What's wrong with you?" Paige asked him again, cautiously. Chris, with a cold snort, lay down and closed his eyes, ignoring Paige. Paige was at a loss for words. Although Chris had not scolded or yelled at her, his being visibly angry and ignoring her was even scarier than if he had scold her. It left her feeling anxious and uneasy. She would not be able to sleep well tonight. Paige quietly moved closer and gently held Chris's hand, saying, "Don't be angry."

I said "Cool, see you tomorrow then." He said "Okay bye." I end the call "What a cheap woman." Suddenly Christian's voice behind me. I'm backing him. "Thanks." I said coldly "I can't believe you flirt with everyguy." He said bitterly "Yeah, I do. I'm desperate of love." I turned to see him. His eyes are dangerous "You treat them the same as you treat me, wow. You're tired of me because I'm immune to you?" He asked and I walked and stand in front of him.

His smile was warm, but it only made the ache in my chest grow stronger. I smiled back, but deep down I was upset. I really wished he’d had just left. Anyways, I went ahead to sit beside Cole, who had already taken a spot beside him. The cushions were soft, almost too soft, and they seemed to swallow me whole as I sank into them. My eyes picked out the title of the book that he was reading. It was “Bound by Hatred.” This was one of my favorite dark romance novels I read as a teen. The sight of it brought back a flood of memories, bittersweet and poignant.

But with them around, I didn't know if I could keep that promise. “Yes,” Mitch said in a rough voice. “Say you want us, sister.” I should have pushed them all away. I should have run back upstairs. But the heat in their eyes, the way their bodies boxed me in, and the thick, syrupy tension in the air melted my resistance. And I was so aroused. I could already feel myself growing wet. Hans's hand slid from my arm, over my shoulder, until his fingers tangled in my hair. He pulled gently, angling my head back, and said, “Say it, Yassy.”