Best Angst Romance Books Novels & Stories

Heavy breathing turns into a low groan. Angel ignores me. Her fingers travel past my injury, reaching higher, and slowly move to my groin. My hand stops hers. "No," I say sternly. She's so damn bratty and in need of a spanking. Her slow, sensual smile tells me that's exactly what she wants too. She's playing with fire and it's very obvious she wants to burn.

"Where love is concerned, too much is not even enough." - Pierre Augustin Caron de beaumarchais *** Raina Williams "Am I disturbing something ?" Angelo said clenching his jaw. I stepped back from Grayson. "No, actually I was just leaving but what do you want anyways?" Grayson said in a nonchalant tone making me sigh. "It's none of your God damn business just get out!" Angelo seemed pissed. "It is my business because I can see right through you..." Gray deadpanned, i wanted to laugh but this was serious and Gray was getting the wrong idea.

I finally decided to write my first book. And honestly, it feels like stepping into a room I’ve always been daydreaming of but never dared to enter. The beginning might not be perfect. Still a little rough around the edges, but I promise, it only gets better. This story dives deep into a dark, addictive romance. One that’s brutal, steamy, and emotionally intense. Inside, you’ll find a captive romance, enemies-to-lovers tension, obsession, lust, second chances, betrayal, drama, a dangerously possessive antihero, and forbidden power.

" Misty stammered, feeling extremely embarrassed and furious. Infuriated, she continued, "How could you do this to me? I helped you, yet you …" "Alright, chill." Connor didn't take her anger seriously. To him, she was just an angry, vulnerable kitten. Furthermore, she seemed particularly luscious when she was angry or upset. He couldn't get enough of her. Pleased, he didn't mind comforting her as much as he could. After he pecked her lips, he smiled and said cheerfully, "I know you helped me. Since you saved me, can I take you as my wife instead to repay you?"

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.

This is all I want. Elsie brought her hands down to the front of his shirt, gently pressing against his muscular pecks. His firm muscles tightened beneath her hands, making her want him so badly that her legs trembled with anticipation. The kissing became more passionate by the second, like an upward roller coaster. Their tongues continued their sensual dance. There was an eagerness in their kiss, one that hadn't been there previously. It made it very clear to Elsie that he wanted this just as badly as she did.

His hands involuntarily moved to my hair again and he gripped a handful of my hair, his fingers tightening slightly against my scalp as louder groans began to slip past his lips, rougher this time, and less controlled. His head tilted back against the couch, eyes half-lidded, his body tensing beneath the strain building through him. One of his hands flew back to the couch and gripped tighter against the cushion, his fingers pressing in as if grounding himself from exploding. “Don’t stop…” he muttered under his breath, his voice breaking at the edges. “You….you're a fucking little beast…now I want my entire length inside your fucking mouth….I want to see it bulge in your throat—” he groaned,

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.