Best Angst Romance Books Novels & Stories

"I can get any lady that I want with just the snap of my fingers. With that, he was back under the comforter beside Audrey, his mind already plotting his next move. Meanwhile, Jayla had been pacing around her room as the thoughts in her head elbowed each other for space. *Who was that woman? * The voice she had heard did seem near and inhaled with such closeness that the fact Axel had ended the call so suddenly, without saying a word to clear up the moment, gnawed at her. An angry jealousy mixed with hurt was brewing inside of her, about which she wouldn't have the slightest idea how to handle. Without thinking about it, Jayla reached for the first thing her hand landed on-her hairbrush and

Something in him snaps. He kisses me. It’s not a kiss. It’s an attack. His mouth crashes down on mine with a fury that steals my breath. His hands come up to grip my face, holding me still for his assault. His tongue pushes past my lips, demanding, angry. He tastes like coffee and mint and a deep, simmering rage. I should push him away.

PROLOGUE TATIANA Death smashed into the back of Adrian’s slick Maserati, demanding our lives. My body jerked forward and the seat belt cut into my chest. My heart jumped, racing as fast as my husband’s driving. “What’s going on?” I whimpered frantically as I glanced over my shoulder. The headlights of a black SUV filled the rear window. Smash. My body jerked forward again. “Adrian!” I screamed. “Gun, get a gun.”

Chapter 3 I exhale, my fingers twisting in my lap. “I don’t usually do this.” “Do what, Amanda?” His voice is a velvet purr, his foot brushing against mine under the table. This. The way my skin is too tight, the way my breath hitches every time he looks at me. The way I can feel the weight of his stare like a physical touch. “Dinner with… strangers.” He leans forward, his elbows on the table. “I’m not a stranger, angel. Not anymore.” His fingers trail over the back of my hand, slow, deliberate.

His hand stopped its lazy exploration of my breast. “N-no,” I stuttered, afraid I had offended him. In one smooth motion, he rolled me onto my back and settled between my spread thighs, caging me beneath his powerful body. His dark eyes burned into mine with raw intensity. “Then why don’t I show you that you are mine… and no one else’s.” --- He didn’t wait for my answer. Lord Blackwood kissed me deeply, claiming my mouth as he positioned himself at my entrance. I was still sore from last night, tender and sensitive, but the moment the thick head of his cock pressed against me, the ache turned into something hotter.

I gasped at the sensation, a strange mix of fear and desire flooding my veins. “You can’t fight what you truly want. You crave me. You want to know my pain, to understand my suffering. Let me show you.” The moment her skin brushed against mine, I was lost. My body responded without hesitation, igniting in flames of longing that consumed me whole. I was hers, bound by an unseen force that twisted around my heart, pulling me into the depths of her sorrow. The air grew heavy with a strange electricity as I felt her meld with me, our essences intertwining in a dance of pleasure and torment.

Sariel's point of view We're currently at the National Bookstore with Kaelyn and Aster. We only took one big cart, and Aster is the one pushing it. Thankfully, Aster shares the same vibes as me, while I have no idea what station Kaelyn is at. As for Aster and me, we're busy browsing through dark romance books, action and mystery thrillers, and, let's not forget, fantasy. "Hey, Ate Sera," Aster called, and she came to me, showing me a book. "Have you read this? Twisted Emotions and Twisted Pride?"

“Fine. We will take some for everyone.” You can find my books on Dreâme by A.Gupta, if you want to read bully/Anti-hero dark romance. Thankyou. @Gupta

Sophie is a typical romantic young woman. The books she reads most are romance fiction stories and the rules inside the books had become her treasured wisdom. "Let me tell you, in this type of properly arranged blind date, you will not be able to find any suitable partners. It is too old-fashioned. Everyone who comes will be prepared with their hearts filled with expectations and imaginations. When they really meet, they will not have any feelings anymore. The type of fate that comes unexpectedly is more reliable. For example, at a supermarket, when he reaches for something and accidentally hits you or he is pushing a trolley and accidentally knocks into you.......

“Then let me burn with her if I have to!” For a heartbeat, the room went still. Austin’s breath shuddered, torn between rage and despair. Then he crushed his lips to hers, a kiss so hard it bruised, so desperate it felt like war. “I will not lose you,” he whispered against her mouth. “Even if I have to chain you to me.” …✿…✿… The confrontation came faster than Lucy expected. Angela stood in the courtyard of Greg’s hotel, surrounded by shadows and press lights. Her posture was rigid, her expression carved in glass. But when she saw Lucy, her mask cracked into fury.