Best Angst Romance Books Novels & Stories

Chapter 14: Stacks and Sin Cassandra’s POV “Alexander, someone could walk down this aisle any second,” I whispered urgently, my back pressed against the tall library shelves in the dimly lit basement stacks. My short skirt was already bunched around my waist, panties dangling from one ankle. He didn’t care. His tall, athletic body pinned me there, one strong hand covering my mouth while the other shoved three thick fingers deep into my soaked pussy. His hazel-green eyes burned into mine in the low light.

I always give my social medi@ page but if it feels good to you and makes you happy to write a negative review and ruin all the hard work and sleepless nights I am putting into this book, then go ahead! As a writer it's really disheartening and demotivating because conveying emotions, making you laugh and cry with the words is not an easy task. In the beginning and even in the middle, I gave multiple warnings about dark theme. And if you are finding that what Damien has done to Angel is too much than you haven't actually read any dark romance yet. I am not the kind of person who rants like this or gets angry but I can't tolerate it when it becomes too much.

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I say softly, seeing the deep worry hiding in his eyes. He places his other hand over top mine, and a small moan leaves my lips at the coolness. "It's working!" I exclaim happily, but he only frowns. "I didn't do anything yet, Angel." he tells me, and a small o leaves my lips. "Your touch is cold... like Beau's then." I say, making his eyebrows scrunch together. I watch as he backs away from me before he shuts his eyes and holds his hands out. A yellowish-orange colored mist like magic leaves his hands and covers my body but I feel nothing.

Every hair on her arm stood as she beat back the panic welling in her breast. On the other hand, she had read novels in which the lady had enjoyed the pirate’s passionate kisses. The heroine in the book actually fell in love with the ruthless man. Isabelle rolled her eyes. It was beyond her knowledge how any woman could feel that way. Yet, Hawk had been attentive while she was being jolted atop his horse. It had seemed he almost cared about her discomfort when offering to have her lean against him.

Callan growled directly into my ear, his tone dark, dirty, and utterly possessive, "I’m going to tell my driver to pull over right now and give us some space. Then I'll strip your clothes off, bend you over this seat, and fuck your tight little pussy so hard and fast you'll be screaming my name for the whole street to hear.” A sob tore from my throat upon hearing Callan speak those filthy words so casually. I squeezed my eyes shut, my face burning with heat as my cheeks flushed bright red. The thought of his driver stepping out of the car and leaving us alone in the back seat made my heart hammer wildly. Tears finally spilled over my eyelashes, running hot down my cheeks. I tried to wriggle

I had just escaped one death trap and walked straight into another! The players sat there like they were watching a show. No way they were going to help me. The butcher puppet was getting closer. Thinking fast, I suddenly raised my hand and slapped the ghost bride. Hard. Her head spun a full circle. The players were stunned. "Is he insane?" Ximena's anger exploded. Blood began to surge wildly across the ground. If I did not act now, it would reach my ankles any second. I moved first. I yanked out the pack of chips from my chest and threw it straight at her face. "Ximena, how could you be so heartless?!

“You think you’re special because Damien recruited you bitch? He fucked me on his desk. Bent me over, came on my back. You’re just the new flavor. He’ll get bored.” I wipe the corner of my mouth with one finger. Meet her eyes through the lace. “At least I don't get fucked like a nobody.” I replied , glaring back at her. Her face blanches, then flushes crimson. I turned and walked out. In the hallway, the manager is waiting, eyes wide. “Room 8. Another booking. They’re scrambling for you already, words are spreading.” I nod. I glance up at the mezzanine alcove. Damien hasn’t moved.

No rage, just this dark curiosity that made my skin prickle. He looked at me like he could see right through my anger to the confusing heat underneath. “Scream? Fight? I’ve handled worse. But I have to admit, watching you try is… entertaining.” My cheeks burned. I could feel my breasts heaving with each angry breath, the thin fabric of my blouse doing nothing to hide how hard my nipples were.