Emo Bedroom Novels & Stories

After a two-week business trip, I pushed open the front door. After greeting my in-laws, I dragged my suitcase toward the bedroom. But just as my fingertips were about to touch the doorknob, a string of floating comments appeared before my eyes: [Don't go in! Your husband and your best friend are all over each other in your bed right now! If they find out you've seen them, they'll silence you for good!] I froze in terror. Just as I was about to turn around and run, I suddenly heard my baby's voice from inside my womb: [Mommy, don't believe that! Daddy passed out from low blood sugar while setting up a surprise for you. He sent you a message before he collapsed. Hurry and save him!] In my first life, I was too frightened to go inside. My husband froze to death on a floor covered with roses. My in-laws blamed me for not checking my messages, and in the end, they went mad with grief and pushed me off a building. In my second life, I tremblingly pushed open the door. My best friend instantly drove a knife through my heart. My husband sat on the bed the entire time, a smile on his face. When I opened my eyes again, I was standing in front of the bedroom door once more. The floating comments and my baby's voice appeared at the same time.

Some secrets are kept in the dark. Others are screamed into the pillow. Aubrey "Yuna" Vance is a girl living a double life. To the students at Dam’s College, she’s the quiet, studious wallflower. But behind the closed doors of her mother’s new mansion, she is a voyeur, haunted by the rhythmic sounds of her stepfather’s bedroom and the shadow of a stepbrother who knows her every shameful habit. Jake Thomas is the billionaire athlete-turned-coach who built an empire on discipline. He’s the man who saved Aubrey’s mother from poverty, but to Aubrey, he is a walking temptation, a "hunk of a man" whose every glance feels like an intrusion. Then there is Drake, Thomas’s son. A popular biker with a cruel streak and a mountain of blackmail. He’s caught Aubrey at her weakest, and his price for silence is her total submission. When the school’s golden boy, Brendan, enters the fray with a public declaration of love, the fragile peace in the Thomas household shatters. Aubrey is no longer just watching; she’s being hunted. Between a stepfather who hides a mistress and a dark desire for his stepdaughter, and a stepbrother who wants to claim her out of pure spite or the sweet golden boy Brendan in which the world will be very much willing to accept but Aubrey is drowning in a sea of forbidden heat. In a house where the walls are thin and the secrets are thick, Aubrey must decide: Will she play the "good girl" for the world, or will she surrender to the noiseless dreams that keep her wet and awake at night?

I had gained thirty pounds after I was pregnant for six months. My husband, Jordan Smith felt disgusted by me. He would rather stay at work than come home, and he fell in love with his girl best friend, Holly Brown. On our wedding anniversary, they were acting intimately in a private room. Meanwhile, Holly was wearing my wedding gown. I saw the whole thing with my own eyes. She had her arms around Jordan’s neck and said to me coyly, “It’s not what you think.” Jordan was agitated after he was caught cheating on me. “I’ve known her since we were kids. We have been best friends for so many years. If something were to happen between us, it would have happened a long time ago.” However, I saw the hickey on Holly’s shoulder. She said to Jordan, “Your wife looks obese. My cousin didn’t gain a single pound after she had given birth. Instead, she looked even slimmer. Jordan, did your wife secretly eat pig feed?” Jordan felt embarrassed. He instructed someone to lock me in a bedroom and starve me for a few days. I suffered from a miscarriage. Indeed, I lost the weight on my abdomen, but Jordan went insane.

There is nothing Iris loves more than curling up with a ridiculous werewolf romance, laughing her head off at every over-the-top, cringey scene and swooning at the shameless smut. But one night, partway through an e-novel by a mysterious "Author 456", she chokes on a Doritos chip, dies, and wakes up inside the story as the doomed heroine. Now she’s trapped in a medieval werewolf afterlife with bizarre werewolf laws, dangerously hot Alphas, and plotlines she knows will end in her eventual demise. There’s Alpha Kieran, her volatile, possessive fated mate who’ll tear kingdoms apart to keep her. And there’s Alpha Rowan, the charming first love who still holds a piece of her heart and isn’t afraid to fight for it. Their rivalry is a ticking time bomb that is already threatening to spark a war, and Iris is right in the middle. As if juggling two jealous, dominant Alphas isn’t enough, a human rebellion is rising, and every move she makes could shift the story’s fate. She's got only one goal; to survive long enough to find a way back home before her “tragic ending” catches up to her. Expect heated glances, possessive growls, steamy arguments that turn into even steamier reconciliations, and enough bedroom (and not-so-bedroom) scenes to make you blush in public. This is a laugh-out-loud, heart-racing, smut-laced romance you won’t be able to put down.

The day Sofia died, I scattered her ashes into the sea myself. In my last life, I called her my stepmother for thirteen years. She pulled me from dead last at a school in the slums to the top ten in the whole city, gave me the first dress of my life, and taught me how to sit straight at the Moreno dinner table and never bow my head to anyone. On the late nights when my father Leon got drunk and smashed his bottles, it was always her who closed my bedroom door first, then walked alone into the living room to face the man that love and power had already driven mad. Seven days after she died of her illness, Leon finally lost his mind. He charged into the sea off the old docks, screaming, "Sofia, I was wrong! I'm coming down to be with you!" I clung to him with everything I had, and in the struggle I fell into the freezing water myself. When I opened my eyes again, I was five years old. Sofia was crouched on the floor, tying my shoelaces. Her fingers were warm, the pads still carrying the thin calluses left by years of holding a pen over the ledgers. I threw my arms around her neck and buried my face in the crook of her shoulder. "Mommy, this time I don't want anyone else. I only want you."

Danger, that's what he is. But I can’t stop wanting him. I want him to tie me up and use me however he wants. I want him to groan my name while he's inside me. ***** Faith is a preacher’s daughter who hasn’t known a man. On her wedding day, she looks forward to losing her virginity to the boy her father had personally hand-picked for her. But just when she's about to say I do, Ace—the city’s most dangerous man crashes the wedding. He steals her and takes her to his mansion. Faith couldn't hate him more than she already does. But for some reason, her body wants him. He keeps her in his bedroom and makes her his slave. When she attempts to contact her husband, she realizes that Matthew isn't even looking for her. In fact, he's pleased that she's out of his way. Realizing that she's all alone, Faith submits to Ace. With his help, she gets revenge on all those who caused her pain. But what happens when she falls in love with him and gets caught in the crossfire between him and his enemies? CONTENT WARNING (18+) This is a romance book, as such, it contains explicit sex scenes and other hardcore content. Happy reading!

Discovering this piece of information out, I groan without thinking about it and then everyone stares at me.  Quickly, I turn to Arabella and that is when she raises her voice after winking at me, and states with a smirk on her lips, “I agree, it is to die for.” At that moment, I know our match is perfect.  After we finish dinner, I scoop her up and carry her upstairs, while kissing her passionately in front of all the onlookers.  Unable to take my hands off her, I kick the door open to the bedroom and then walk in quickly.  I throw her down on the bed and kick off my boots before climbing on top of her.  When I gaze into her eyes there is a fire inside and I realize that I have never seen that particular look there before.  She pulls my head down and wraps her fingers in my hair, while she returns my hot kisses everywhere.  Feeling the pressure in my pants, I break our kisses off suddenly and straighten up.  With a confused and hurt look in her eyes, she asks, “Do you not want me?” Julian the Alpha King has a secret. One night when he goes to save some of the humans from being massacred, he meets Arabella and feels drawn to her like no other before. However, when she finds out that werewolves exist, she runs from him repeatedly. After all, she thinks he is the big bad wolf.

Secretly in Love with the Boss Collection What was it about a man who became a boss? He was firm, arrogant, and charismatic. You never know until you worked for him. You thought about him day in and day out. You admired him. Until you fell in love to him secretly... But then, he might be in love with you! Here are the titles of different kinds of bosses: "In Love with the Boss" How painful was it to hide the love that glows in your heart? Did the agony of unrequited love become a part of life as time passed by? "Sleep with the Boss" Indeed… Love comes from the most unexpected places. When she found a gorgeous man sleeping on her bed, all her dreams were wrecked. "Blackmailed by the Boss" She had a very dark secret in her past... He hated her at first sight and he was determined to destroy her! What would she do? "One Night with the Boss" She was jilted by her boyfriend. Her boss was left by his girlfriend. They found themselves in each other's arms after a night of madness. "Infatuated to the Boss" She landed a plum job pretending as a man. She did this because her boss was a certified womanhater and he viewed women as merely brainless playthings inside the bedroom? "Hidden from the Boss" If you have it, flaunt it… But being lovely can hinder a girl’s progress in her career. Especially if the boss hated women with too much beauty and sex appeal!

After my husband got into a car accident, he started acting strange and unpredictable. I went to countless doctors, and every one of them told me the same thing—he couldn't be provoked, and I had to go along with whatever he wanted. When he said he didn't want me in the master bedroom, I moved my things into the guest room next door. When he said his childhood sweetheart had cancer and he wanted to spend her last days with her, I even brought her into our home. One night, when I went downstairs to get some medicine for my stomach, I heard Harvey's voice, his tone oh so tender. "Katie, you have to live on. If you don't, I'll die too." Katie's breathy, trembling voice followed. "Are you sure Jenna's willing to donate her bone marrow to me?" "Of course. Even if she had to die for me, she'd do it willingly." I froze in place. Tears streamed down my face. That's right. Five years ago, I had donated one of my kidneys to him. Back then, I loved him so much that I really would have died for him. But now, all I wanted was to leave.

I was severely allergic to shrimp. Even touching the broth could make it hard for me to breathe. They used to treat me like a fragile little princess no one could touch. So there was never seafood at home, and even relatives were reminded before each family gathering. Then my little sister was born, and everything changed. Shrimp became her favorite food. She kept asking Mom to make it for her. That was the first time Mom snapped at me. "Can't you just stay away from it? Do you really have to make your sister unhappy?" Dad only shut the kitchen door and handed me a mask. But on the day of Dad's promotion dinner, I accidentally ate shrimp hidden inside a puff pastry. My throat tightened. I clutched my neck and ran to Mom for help, my face turning purple. But Mom flung my hand away, her voice cold as ice. "Today is an important day for your father. What stunt are you trying to pull now? "Do you think everyone has to revolve around you? Go back to your room!" She shoved me into my bedroom, slammed the door, and locked it. I did not even have the strength to call for help. All I could hear was the sound of people outside clinking glasses and offering congratulations, while my fingernails scraped bloody marks into the door.