Novel & Cerita Emotional Romance Books

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

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?"

Amazing, what is a better way to distract yourself than reading some dark romance books filled with smut. I got in the library and instantly felt a bit calm. Grabbing my favourite four books I got seated in a cosy comfortable corner, and started reading. An hour later I closed the fourth book in my hands as I groaned frustratingly. For god sake what's wrong with me? I couldn't even read a single book completely. I tried to read them for fifteen minutes and then put them aside while picking up another book. All of these books are my fucking comfort favourite books that I have re-read for so many times. The books whose MMC are my, to heart, book boyfriends.

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“What's going on? Maria? How are you here?” “You're not so sneaky early in the morning, babe. Also, I got the same message, only with a different time on it.” Her hands trailed down Janet's hips. God, this is so wrong, so awkward that she had to catch her literally cheating with her Professor. But a sick side of Janet didn't want her to stop. She wanted more. “Oh, come on, JayJay. When was the last time we had a spark like this in our relationship? Something to keep it burning bright and alive?” She slid her hand down Janet's stomach to her waist and then to her p***y.

Book 3: Silken Whispers Riley Pov The soft lighting in the private suite felt different tonight — warmer, more intimate, with silk scarves draped over the furniture and the faint scent of jasmine in the air. I stood in the center of the room, heart racing, wearing nothing but a short silk robe that barely covered my ass. My nipples were already hard against the fabric.

Every now and then, their lips part and I get a glimpse of his powerful tongue forcing its way into her mouth. Mixed emotions flood my body as I watch them making out. Shame. Anger. Humiliation. Embarrassment. And, surprisingly, arousal. The sight of Ellie’s perfect body is wonderful, even with the dark hands of her lover groping and squeezing. Now one of his hands slides around Ellie’s hips – hips that should be mine, dammit, I waited! – to her front. I watch her lift up onto her toes, thighs opening a little wider, granting him access to her sweetest, most intimate parts. My throat is dry. My hands are balled into fists, my knuckles turning white, nails digging into my palms.

I leaned in a fraction of an inch, a teasing glint in my eyes, "I prefer classic literature. Russian realism, psychological thrillers. Dostoyevsky, Fitzgerald, Hemingway. I like substance." "Substance?!" Ruby mocked, completely offended. "Are you implying my romance novels don't have substance? Excuse you, but enemies-to-lovers tropes require intense psychological maneuvering! The angst! The tension! It's art, Alexander. Your little Russian thrillers have nothing on a slow-burn romance."

"Trust me, I know more about romance novels than you might think. In fact, I'd bet I could help you with your problem." "My problem?" "Your love scenes. The reason you've been staring at that screen for three hours instead of writing." He leaned forward, and Emma caught a hint of his cologne something warm and masculine that made her stomach flip. "See, most writers make the mistake of focusing on the physical mechanics instead of the emotional connection. Real passion isn't just about what people do to each other it's about what they're feeling while they do it." Emma's pulse quickened. There was something about the way he spoke, the quiet confidence in his voice, that made her want to lean

And I didn't help myself either, I constantly fed fears with stories of toxic, manipulative love, how it started always started with flowers and charm, and then, one day, the switch would flip. I promised myself I would never experience that. Romance belonged in stories. Fantasies not real life. Still, I couldn’t deny the memory of his touch. How warm his hand had felt on the small of my back. How perfectly he held me. How one dance ignited sparks across my skin. And my book? It wasn’t helping. The vivid steamy descriptions made me restless, And yet, part of me wasn’t ready to climb out of that mental gutter.