Best Trashy Romance Novels

Dera always thought it was normal for every girl to get married at Fifteen. That was until she realised she was the only Fifteen years old wearing a 16 karat gold and diamond marriage band. Damilayo was twenty years old by the time he married Dera. She has always been a Scared Fifteen years old Virgin to him but what happens after Six years of Marriage and he finally notices the changes. Could he trust himself not to untame her? To take her innocence?

When Lana Sparks, a tiger-shifter on the run from her old pack, meets the San Antonio, Texas, tiger-shifter alpha Roman Velazquez, she must decide whether to join him and his two advisors as their Alpha Mate in to save herself and create a new life for herself.

"Miss Jackson, are you certain you want to undergo hypnosis? You should know that once the hypnosis begins, it cannot be reversed. Your body will be controlled by an alternate personality, and you will fall into a sleep from which you will never wake up again," the doctor asked in a grave tone from the other end of the phone. "Yes, I'm certain," Nina Jackson replied calmly.

His songs were better when he had a broken heart. That sentence would change my life after my dream job was dished to me on a shiny, silver platter. All I had to do? Hurt Nash Pierce enough to get him writing good music again. The pop icon’s songs were no longer the phenomena they used to be. His team needed another breakthrough album—like the first he’d penned, using his heartbreak as fuel. The plan was simple: I’d go on tour with him as a backup dancer…and make him fall in love with me. I was hired to inspire—to become embedded into every lyric he wrote. Then, I was to set fire to it all—to destroy every feeling we hoped he’d develop for me. It seemed simple enough. Easy, even. I didn’t expect to be consumed myself—to see so much in the man displayed in the tabloids. I didn’t foresee falling for him. It didn’t occur to me that, while attempting to break his heart, I might just shatter my own. Most of all, I never thought I’d fight so hard to hold on to a relationship that had always been founded on goodbye.

Mi amigo de la infancia prometió casarse conmigo una vez que alcanzáramos la edad adecuada —pero en mi ceremonia de boda, él le dio el anillo a mi hermanastra, Sol Huarte. En ese tiempo, era Víctor Lowell, el temible heredero de la mafia, quien me había salvado anunciando públicamente que me había amado por años. Durante los cinco años de matrimonio, él cumplía cada deseo que yo tenía, incluso aquellos que mencionaba de manera casual. Yo realmente creía que era el centro de su mundo. Todo eso cambió cuando me topé con folder clasificado mientras limpiaba su repisa de libros. La primera página era un archivo sobre Sol, con tres palabras en rojo impresas en negrita: “Prioridad de protección.” Le seguía un reporte de misión que yo conocía demasiado bien. En la noche de la misión, hubo un atentado en mi contra. Mi sangre casi se derramó por completo antes de que me salvaran. Cuando desperté en el hospital, descubrí que había perdido a un bebé que no sabía que estaba esperando. Lloré amargamente en los brazos de Víctor, pero no le hablé del bebé. No quería que se preocupara más por mí. Ahora, finalmente me doy cuenta —Sol también había sido atacada esa noche, y las órdenes de Víctor habían sido: “Salven primero a Sol.” Mis lágrimas mojaron el papel, corriendo la escritura. —Está bien —dije suavemente, pero con firmeza en el silencio—. Si mi matrimonio ha sido toda una mentira, voy a desaparecer de su vida. Para siempre.

In my past life, my mate Marcus ran off to the forest to make love with my best friend Scarlett, who was eight-month pregnant. That’s when they'd be surrounded by a pack of rogue wolves. Scarlett, heavy with child, started bleeding heavily. Both of them desperately called for the Border Guard. As the Chief Warrior, I had risked everything to fight those rogue wolves. But Scarlett still died along with her unborn pup. My mate Marcus led others to accuse me of using my position for personal revenge. He personally severed both my hands with a silver blade. "A warrior without morals like you deserves to burn in hell!" he snarled. But I remembered clearly—when I drove off the rogues and got the pack healer to Scarlett, she barely had a scratch on her. Finally, Scarlett's parents arrived. I begged them to examine her body and investigate the truth. Instead, they reported to Alpha that I had neglected my duties. They claimed I was high on wolfsbane while guarding the border. Alpha exiled me for fifteen years. With both hands severed, I had no way to fight or shift properly. I survived by begging scraps from neighboring territories. Fifteen years later, I returned to the pack. I saw my mate Marcus walked through the airport's first-class terminal with Scarlett and their son. They were using my inheritance to fund their luxury vacation to the Maldives. They spotted me. Without hesitation, they pushed me into a silver pit to destroy all evidence. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day Scarlett faked her death. This time, I took one look at the scene and declared them beyond saving. I told my assistant to send them to bury them directly.

“Sandra why did you wear that slutty cloth to the nightclub?” He asked her, anger flicking in his eyes.“You are a naughty girl,” he murmured, before circling her and stopping suddenly to bite her hard on her ears.“That’s for showing what’s mine out!” Prof Tyler murmured before his right hands moved down to her fat ass and spanked her hard.“Argggggh,” Sandra screamed.“You get treated like a slut if you act like one,” Prof Tyler said while his big hands continued smacking the shit out of her ass.“I’m... so...sorrry.. daddy,” Sandra whimpered. Immediately after she murmured those words Tyler eyes zeroed in on her lips before he claimed her lips voraciously.“This is mine,” He screamed while holding on tight to her ass. “And I don’t want you showing other riff raffs what belongs to me!” He snapped. Will their love story endure the weight of their hidden secrets, or will the revelations lead to its downfall? Dive into this gripping tale as Sandra faces the difficult task of confessing her relationship with her best friend's father. In the midst of this revelation, a surprising twist unfolds when Sandra discovers that Professor Tyler is a werewolf.

" You're the reason why I wanted to love one woman until my last breath." - DONOVAN ALLARD A woman named Nemesis ends up being the most sought entertainer in the world of Entertainment district after she was exiled from her own house. She used to be a lady who endures and keep things to herself. But she became a woman who doesn't like the idea of inconvenience anymore. She doesn't offer sexual service. But she holds the highest rank in the entertainment district. Her clients were mostly noble guests and from family of wealthy people. But she's one of a heartless and emotionless in this industry. She hates her job. And hates it even more when she met Donovan again. Donovan, who is a CEO and owns a multi billion chain business. The moment he laid his eyes on her again, he was bewitched and fantasized her beauty. He is a womanizer who thinks all women are after his money and wants to play with them like porcelain dolls. But that moment he wanted to save her from that hell. But Nemesis lost all the trust she once have in every people. And What if Donovan's habit never dies.

Mon ami d'enfance m'avait promis de m'épouser dès que nous serions en âge, mais le jour de mon mariage, c'était à ma demi-sœur Sabrina Hugh qu'il avait passé la bague au doigt. Ce jour-là, Victor Lozé, l'héritier redouté de la mafia, était intervenu comme un chevalier blanc. Devant toute l'assistance, il avait déclaré m'aimer en secret depuis des années. Durant nos cinq années de mariage, il exauçait chacun de mes souhaits, même les plus futiles. J'étais persuadée d'être le centre de son univers... Cette certitude s'est brisée net le jour où, en époussetant sa bibliothèque, j'ai découvert un dossier ultra-confidentiel. La première page portait le nom de Sabrina, surmonté de l'inscription en gros caractères rouges : « PRIORITÉ ABSOLUE ». Il était suivi d'un rapport de mission que je connaissais trop bien : il détaillait la nuit où l'on avait tenté de m'assassiner. Je l'avais échappé belle après une hémorragie qui avait failli m'emporter. À mon réveil à l'hôpital, on m'avait appris que j'avais perdu un enfant, un être dont j'avais ignoré jusqu'à l'existence. J'avais sangloté dans les bras de Victor, sans lui révéler cette perte. Je ne voulais pas l'inquiéter davantage. Aujourd'hui, je comprenais tout : Sabrina avait aussi été attaquée cette nuit-là, et mon mari avait donné cet ordre : « Sauvez Sabrina d'abord. » Mes larmes maculaient l'encre jusqu'à la rendre illisible. « Très bien », ai-je murmuré dans le silence, la voix tremblante mais résolue, « si ce mariage n'est qu'un mensonge, alors je disparaîtrai de ta vie. Pour toujours. »

My best friend, Maya, flew in from Miami for my bachelorette week. My last days of freedom. She insisted on a girls' night in to celebrate, ordering all my favorite takeout. She asked me to hold her mobile phone and wait.Then her phone lit up. A message from some guy. A shirtless pic. Text: I need you tonight. Another photo buzzed through. Sex toys. Bondage gear straight out of a movie. My face burned. My heart hammered against my ribs. I’d just stumbled into her secret life. But the next image made my blood run cold. A close-up of the man's chest. A jagged scar I knew better than my own reflection. It belonged to my fiancé, Luciano Carbone.