Guilty Of Romance Novels & Stories

Harming innocent women that didn’t deserve it. Alexander felt a jab in his chest at the thought of that particular rule, he wasn’t perfect...He has hurt a lot of women but the only one he knew was innocent was Rain...Damn! Now thoughts of her were going to disturb him again. “Yeah we can get the bastard to the basement, rough him up a bit and send a few pictures to granddaddy dearest and maybe a few of the council members then release after that,” Romeo shrugged, the sound of crunching chips in his mouth as he spoke irritated Alexander to no ends.

She said. "Come on this is not a marriage proposal, do you think my marriage proposal will be as lame as this? I can be very romantic when I want to be you know." I said and she laughed. "You? Romantic? Okay tell me, how will your marriage proposal be?" She asked. "You'll only get to find out if you accept to date me now so do you?" I asked. "I told you so." She said. "What?" "I told you back then remember? You said you weren't ever going to fall in love, I told you that you will and I'll be here to say I told you so when that happens." She said and I laughed.

Fuck it! "It will be hard for him, but he will definitely do it. I am guessing the girl might have used charm on him, but trust me, he has a strong will to end the forbidden romance." Jake defended with a smile, while I took a deep breath and stood up quickly. "Am I right?" Jake asked me, and I hissed at him, walking off at that moment without saying any other word. Each step I took away from that thatched house made me angrier and more ashamed of what I had turned into. I felt like a sissy being controlled by Jake. I felt really stupid and couldn't wrap my head around how and when I turned into this whimp.

I sighed and cupped his face then made him look at me. “Hey, you don't need to say that. You weren't aware of my feelings for you and that's okay. We're together now so you don't need to feel bad or guilty for all the times you flirted and fucked women under my nose.” Anthony groaned and clenched my hips, which sent a heat to the center of my legs. “When you put it like that, you make me feel even more guilty.” I laughed out loud. ++++ Later that evening, Anthony had stepped out for some emergency meeting while I stayed in the suite, soaking in the jacuzzi. As I soaked in it, I kept blushing and squealing internally.

Disbelief crossed his features, quickly replaced by confusion and something more: guilt. He made his way across the room. "Sienna? What's going on here?" he demanded. Damien stepped protectively beside her, his expression inscrutable. Aidan ignored him entirely. "You're with Damien Cole? Seriously? This is a joke right? Is this some sort of game?" he questioned incredulously. Sienna straightened her back resolutely. "No, it's not a game. It's real," she asserted with confidence. Isabelle approached them with a sugary smile of feigned innocence.

I grabbed the untouched cup of half-hot coffee before he could react and poured it straight over him. The café went silent for half a heartbeat—then chaos. Chairs scraped. Gasps cut through the air. I felt eyes snap onto us from every direction. “Shit, Lucy… what the hell is the meaning of this?” he shot up, coffee dripping from his shirt as he stared down at himself in shock. “That’s for breaking my heart.” I didn’t give him time to recover. The paper cup flew out of my hand and hit his face with a wet smack. “And that’s for being a sonuvabitch.”

And seeing the always calm, collected, and stoic Romano actually laugh and share stories was… unsettling in the strangest way. “Oh, come on,” Gia said, grinning mischievously. “You birthed two insanely gorgeous men. I mean—” She paused dramatically, gesturing at Romano. “—I’m assuming under all that blood, swelling and bruises, you’re ridiculously attractive.” Romano let out a quiet chuckle. “Grazie.” “So you definitely know your way around—” “Gia.” I jabbed her hard in the ribs. “What?” She looked at me with mock innocence. “I’m being encouraging.”

His own brothers could see I am not guilty. Why couldn't he? Thinking of this, I held Romeo's hands tightly and shook my head. "I just want you two to know that I didn't do it. I might have ended up in the bed with Dante but I don't know how it happened and I know nothing happened between us. I can't feel any discomfort." "We know," Ricardo nodded. "I think someone purposely tried to frame me," I trembled again and Romeo looked worried. 'You are trembling again, sister-in-law. We know. That's why we are here. First, you should have your bath and eat so you won't look so pale like someone that will collapse anytime soon.'

But on the other hand, she couldn't shake the feeling of guilt that gnawed at her conscience, knowing that their love story may never happen. "That's great, Romeo," she replied, her voice tinged with forced enthusiasm. "I can't wait to see you." Romeo chuckled softly, the sound sending a pang of guilt coursing through Sophia's chest. "I can't wait to see you either, babe," he murmured. "It's been too long since we've been together."

Milan’s father looked horrified. “I am?” “Yes.” “What crime did I commit this time?” He asked, looking genuinely concerned. Roma pouted thoughtfully, pressing a finger against her chin as though she was reviewing evidence. Then she narrowed her eyes. “You stole my cookie.” “I absolutely did not.” “You look guilty.” Milan laughed aloud at her daughter's response. “Looking guilty doesn't make someone guilty, baby,” she corrected gently. “You have to prove they're guilty in court. Otherwise, they're still only suspects.”