Chemical Romance I'm Not Okay Novels & Stories

Angelica flushed with embarrassment, covering her body with the bedding and pulling her knees to her chest. "I'm sorry, I didn't see anything," Roman said, sounding half panicked. "Well, I did see a little bit but I didn't...I didn't...." He paused to collect himself as Angelica stared at him, awaiting a coherent response. After a few moments of shame, he smiled. "I'm sorry," he said, "I did see." He grinned wide and breathed, "it was so pretty." He was blushing. It was so cute. Roman's boyish charm and apparent bashfulness made Angelica smile too, even as her face flared from self-consciousness. She giggled at his discomfort and awkward compliment and Roman started to chuckle too. What had

Leo looked perplexed at Crystal. Irene finished her gulp and then started to look at Crystal sitting in front of her, "I became this way because the matchmaking went well." "How's your future husband? Is he a wealthy oldie? Or a potbellied Uncle with a lot of treasures?" Leo has now inquired. Crystal, who heard Leo's question, spontaneously hit him on the shoulder. "Kim Noah," Irene said with a gloomy face. "What?!" Aaron fell silent with a surprised look on his face as Crystal and Leo shouted at the same time.

She knew that Liam meant every word he said, but she couldn't shake off the feeling that this was only the beginning of a long and dangerous battle. "Fuck me, Liam. Fuck me until you forget about him." As Penelope and Liam's passion for each other intensifies, they begin to undress, their hands moving quickly to remove each other's clothing. Penelope's fingers shake as she unzips her dress and lets it fall to the floor, revealing her lacy lingerie underneath. Liam's eyes darken with desire as he takes in the sight of her, and he quickly sheds his own clothes. They stand before each other, their bodies bare, the love and desire they feel for each other clear in their eyes. They embrace, their

I whispered to myself while looking at the ring that he himself put on me on our wedding day. We've only been together for two weeks but this is already happening to both of us. We don't get along anymore. “Romance him . . .” And my father’s voice still lingers in my mind. How can I do that if he’s this cold to me right now? How can I romance him if he despise me so much? “How fucked up my life is, really.” I shook my head while leaning on the backrest of my swivel chair.

“Hold still. Perfect. Now… a little closer. Malia, tilt your head toward Maverick.” I hesitated, instincts screaming no, but my body betrayed me, leaning slightly. He leaned just a fraction more, and suddenly the air between us felt electric, every accidental brush of his hand or shoulder amplified. “See? Chemistry,” Maverick whispered, barely audible over the shutter clicks. His voice was teasing but soft, like he knew exactly the effect he was having. I could feel my cheeks on fire, and I struggled to act normal. Mum didn’t notice, of course. She was too busy checking the screen, bouncing on her toes with delight, talking a mile a minute about the settings.

I stared into his eyes, seeing my own pitiful reflection. "I...need the medicine." "No, that's not it." He shook his head. "Try again. Who do you need?" The pain was swallowing me whole. I clutched at his wrist, my nails digging in. "Please...the medicine..." "Say you need me." "I need you!" I screamed. "I need you, Francis! Give me the medicine! Please!" He wore a grin of triumph as he tipped two white pills into my hand and watched me swallow them. Then he kissed me, hard, his tongue tangling with mine, not stopping even when the pills went down. My clothes did not stand a chance; they were torn away in seconds.

I could see streaks of silver on them and it looked so good, almost ethereal. I arranged his bushy dark brows with my fingers. I always found the slashes between them hot. How on earth was I expected to give up a man like this? To who? Isla? She didn't even do half of the things I did to get his attention before he finally decided to marry me and now, she was trying to ruin it? “Don't worry, Roman,” I said softly. “In a few weeks, I will be giving you some really good news.” I made sure to coax him into releasing inside me. When you're drugged, a condom doesn't really make sense to you.

For a second the entire patio went silent. Then Romeo released him. Niccolo dropped to the ground beside the shattered plates and ruined food, coughing as he steadied himself. But Romeo didn’t step back. Instead, he walked toward me. Slowly. Each step closing the distance between us. The air around him suddenly thickened with pheromones. Heavy. Overwhelming. The kind of scent that pressed against my lungs and made it harder to breathe. My chest tightened immediately. I clenched my fists at my sides, forcing myself to take smaller breaths through my nose so I wouldn’t choke on it.

Rena took a deep breath and smiled calmly while revealing Romeo before saying, "I don't understand which topic Beta Romeo is trying to convey. But I need to say that Beta Romeo does not need to know more about a lowly maid like me. You can calm down now because I will never as other rogues do." Rena dragged her IV pole, but her gaze was still fixed on Romeo. "So just act normal and pretend that I'm never seen in the pack or Beta Romeo's memory in the slightest."." Still smiling calmly, Rena gave what a man wanted but in a relentless quote. Romeo with all his' crimes.' *** He was still looking at the back of Rena, who entered the toilet. Romeo did not expect that Rena would be so angry. He th

“You’re so dirty.” “Says the woman who thought her fiance was watching porn.” He was taunting me with his smirk, and damn if it wasn’t hot. “Why are you really here, Storm? If you want me, all you have to do is tell me. Since when did you become sexually shy? And since when did I turn you down?” I swallowed hard as if he had just read my mind. “Did you miss me, sweetheart?” Rome reached out to the strap of my lingerie, slowly running the back of his finger on my collarbone up to the column of my neck while locking his searing gaze with mine.