Fall Romances Novels & Stories

Do you really think we ended up here just because of Katie? "You're wrong. Even if there were no Katie, there would have been someone else—another woman, any woman. The reason we fell apart is that you never respected me. In our marriage, you always put yourself first. You assumed I would always come crawling back, no matter what. So you did whatever you wanted and dismissed my feelings every single time. "But here's what you forgot—every time you dismissed me, you were chipping away at my love for you. "Ryan, I don't love you anymore."

The man closed the door, his hardened expression fixed on Romilda with suspicion. “What’s wrong?” Rocco asked coldly. He climbed onto the bed and, without hesitation, dropped kisses along Romilda’s neck. Meanwhile, Romilda had no interest in being intimate with Rocco that night. Because of Rose, her mood was completely ruined. Romilda had already gotten rid of Rocco’s wife, and the mafia boss had truly fallen in love with her. Every night, they slept together, and Rocco worshiped her. Whatever Romilda wanted, Rocco always tried to give her.

She could see the love in his eyes and it melted her heart so hard that she couldn't help but let a tear roll down her cheek, her heart filled with so much emotion. Dennis stood, surprised to see her in tears, he wanted to say a word but he appeared so speechless. With their gaze fixed on each other, Cassandra slowly raised her hand and held Dennis face, more tears welling up in her eyes. Slowly, she brought his face closer to hers, their mouth almost meeting but immediately, Cassandra fainted, her eyes closed as nothing but thick darkness filled her.

As I was about to get into the bathroom since it was time for me to take a warm and nice shower to start the day- my bedroom door was wide open. "Angelaa~" here comes Rosa De Luca, the girl who likes to barge into my room whenever she feels like it. I moved my eyes from looking at her to the bathroom door and slowly made my way near it. "You haven't taken a shower yet?" she asked the obvious question while plopping herself on the bed. "Can you close the door please" her eyes darted toward the door and she let out a loud gasp, moving her body to close the open door quickly and a chuckle escaped her mouth.

"That, Adam's words prove to be a curse for me until now." Yara clenched her fists that were under the table. She remembers the words of Adam, her first love and first ex boyfriend in high school when they broke up. "I swear you won't be able to date forever. Anyway, you won't be able to get married until you can see me on the aisle."

"What safe space huh? Aren't you tired of being alone in your room all day and having that poor geek boy come over to do nothing but read books?" She rolled her eyes dismissively. "Sometimes, I wonder if I gave birth to this kind of a girl." Her words count to my heart like a magnet as I forced back the onrushing tears. It was the second day of the new year, and I found a resolution not to cry anymore. Mr Liam swayed his arm calmly, trying to repair the ugly situation. "Easy, there is no need for a quarrel." My eyes were watery, and I winced in pain, "You know what? I'm out of here."

Her fake smile was so evident, she couldn't pretend to be okay, but over the months she had improved. 'Dad certainly won't know any peace with his new wife.' "Ana, how are preparing for your exams?" I asked Ana with my brows furrowed, ready to eat her up is she dared to say she hasn't read it a thing. Ana focused more on the web looking for new means to make money. I've often told her to concentrate on her studies first a die in the internet after she graduates. "I've read all my books, bug I'm still going to reverse." She said giving me a sternly look.

WARNING: Dark Romance, Dubious Consent (Drugging/Somnophilia), Supernatural/Beast Content, Choking, Spanking, Breeding, Marking/Biting, Breaking and Entering, Strong Language, Graphic Sexual Content, Creampies, All Holes Used. The morning of the third day was different. The air in our cottage was thick with a tension I couldn't quite soothe with honeyed words. Lyra sat at the small kitchen table, her hands trembling as she held her mug. She didn't look at me. She looked at the bruises on her wrists-pale yellow rings that I had licked and kissed just hours ago.

Carrie looked at me with confusion in her face, if she didn’t send me flowers then who did? “You didn’t send me flowers did you?” I asked. “No, not me” Carrie replied shaking her head. “Then, who...” I paused and turned to look at Roman who was casually taking a sip of his coffee while staring right at me. He placed his coffee down and said in a soft tone “maybe I should have saved them for my wife”. I wasn’t going to wait about for him to treat me like some mistress. I stood from my chair gracefully and proceeded to walk out until I heard Roman speak “At least I didn’t get a drink in my face this time”.