Grumpy Hero Romance Books Novels & Stories

There were days when writing felt hard, days when the story got too emotional, days when I wondered if I should continue… and every time, your support pushed me forward. Thank you for loving Shayla and Grayson. Thank you for protecting Angel and Ayven. Thank you for laughing at Madonna. Thank you for crying with Ruby. Thank you for accepting Vincent, Ricardo, Wendy, Luke, and every single character who became part of this family. This book may be over, but this is not the end for me, and I hope it is not the end for you either. A new story is coming soon… and let me just say this one will be hotter, darker, more chaotic, and filled with the kind of billionaire romance that will make your hea

she asked lightly. “Yes.” “Romantic.” His gaze flicked up briefly. “Hold still.” He rolled her sleeve carefully. The graze ran along her upper arm, shallow but angry. “It’s nothing,” she said. “It’s not nothing.” His fingers were steady as he cleaned the wound. But his breathing wasn’t. She noticed. “You’re shaking,” she said quietly. “I’m not.” “You are.” He stopped moving. For one second. Then continued. “I don’t react well,” he said evenly, “when people I care about are shot.”

Hector looked at me perplexed; it was obvious that he was not understanding what I was saying. I smiled and said, "It's a romantic fantasy novel full of drama, sex, and suspense." "So p**n basically, and about werewolves interesting," Hector chuckled as he placed the book down. "Whatever," I replied, rolling my eyes as I took a bite of my steak. Then I tilted my head to the side and decided to ask him a personal question as well. "Is it true?" I asked. Hector's brows furrowed. "Can you be vaguer?" he replied.

“Inspiration doesn’t wait. Besides, you say things too good to waste. Like the coffee brooding? That was gold.” He shook his head, a smirk tugging at his mouth as he ordered two coffees. We grabbed a corner table, Goose still stealing glances from half the café. “So, what’s this book about?” Ace asked once we sat. “Cat shifters,” I said without hesitation. “Epic romance. Sarcastic hero, rambly heroine, lots of claws and passion.” Ace raised a brow. “Sounds familiar.” My cheeks burned. “Coincidence.”

“Moving on, can we talk about what’s going on with you right now? Because I’m finding it hard to meet you in the middle or even understand you. Actually, scratch that. We’re talking about this. End of discussion” “Fine,” he grumbled and walked over to the couch, plopping down on it rather aggressively. “Ouch,” he winced after hitting his hand quite hard on the armrest”. “Yeah, it hurts to be so mad and aggressive, doesn’t it?” I asked with an eye roll as I went over and sat next to me before grabbing his hurt hand and inspecting it. “Does it really hurt?” I asked with his hand still in mine while locking eyes with him.

She drops onto the couch opposite him, legs folding beneath her. “What’re you reading?” He lifts the book slightly. The Collected Stories of Nabokov. “Jesus,” she says, grinning. “You never change.” His eyes narrow faintly. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.” “I don’t know. Depends on how you were to begin with.” “Grace,” he says, her name like a warning—but there’s amusement too, buried under the low timber of his voice. “Are you trying to provoke me already?”

grumbles Isabella, averting her gaze from his as Grant moves to read the back of her book. “Our Luna, Our Mate huh? Hmm…” flipping the book over, Grant moves to scan the contents of the back before speaking yet again, “Romance with a bit of a reverse harem to it. Oh my dear sweet Isabella, I didn’t think you were one to be so, dare I say it, Kinky?” Blushing at his tone and his words, Isabella attempts to grab her book once more, “Please… Can I just have my book back?” “Well… Since you asked me so nicely. I don’t see why you can’t” admits Grant just as he moves to hand her back the book in which she takes happily before scurrying off towards a couch within Lucus’s Office once they had arrive

Except now it was in my kitchen with the weak winter sunlight hitting us through the blinds and my legs wrapped around his waist. It was wrong and yet the most natural thing in the world. It felt right to be like this with him, even when I knew it was going to cause me nothing but pain and heartbreak in the long run. Men like Dion didn't get into relationships with nobodies like me. That kind of thing only happened in romance movies. This wasn't a romance movie. It was my life, and Dion Granger was going to ruin it again. Only this time, I wasn't sure I cared.

He asked me, propping himself up on his hand. “Yeah, much better,” I whispered, not wanting to break this moment between us. Placing another of those soft kisses he sat up and said, “I’m going to change.” . . A Gupta . Have you checked out my other books? If you're new, do check out my books. They all are completed and are dark romance with twisted heroes that will make you hate them but by the end of the book you'll fall for them still!! You can start with, Bride To Be and Saved By The Devil.

like a wounded hero desperate for comfort. "Shut up, " Grey hissed silently to his wolf. But the beast only laughed, sharp and amused. "Then what now, genius? You gonna let Ronan walk away with her? You gonna let him touch her, own her, destroy her...while you stand here pretending to be a broken saint?" Grey swallowed hard, his eyes burning...not from tears, but from boiling humiliation. No, he answered quietly inside his mind, voice shaking not from fear but from rage.