Guilty Of Romance Novels & Stories

Guilty. That was what Rose felt. She felt so guilty that she kissed Roman knowing he has a girlfriend. She felt so low because she had never ever done such a thing. She felt so low that she broke her principles. Principles she held in high esteem and regards and she had just broken one of them.

I felt the hem of my dress pulled over, his mouth trailing over my ass slowly as his finger dipping a bit into my ass crack pulling the piece of my thong that had been there. "Give me only ten minutes!" He said. I said nothing. But somewhere beneath it all, I wanted Romane to disappear from the store entirely. Yet he didn’t. He stayed—watching, unmoving—like he could see straight through me. Last night’s words echoed in my mind again, sharper now in the daylight. For the first time in years, since the moment I wronged him, guilt rose in my chest like something I couldn’t swallow back down. It wasn’t right… what I did wasn’t right.

“…special.” Patrick stepped down from the barstool and came around the counter, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. His cologne filled my senses, making me smile. “Don’t cry. You deserve this. It doesn’t matter how it happened. Don’t think about that. I feel the same way about Cy. We’re the lucky ones.” A twinge of guilt settled over me—I hadn’t been thinking about Infidelity. Instead of correcting his assumptions, I said, “Damn, Pat, you smell great! I’m surprised Cy doesn’t keep that cologne locked up. I mean, it’s divine!”

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Keeps me out of trouble… mostly. Ella: Mostly? Jax: Only the fun kind. You? Ella: I’m an angel, obviously. Jax: Liar. Angels don’t bite their lip like that in their pics. She laughed out loud this time — sharp enough that the delivery driver glanced over from the pickup counter. She turned away, cheeks warm, thumbs flying. Ella: Caught me. Guilty. Jax: Good. I like guilty girls. Makes things interesting. The rest of her shift disappeared in a blur of messages.

Deimon's eyes went wide, the color briefly draining from his face before fury rushed back in to fill the space. "Seraphina was honest with you, truly. But she couldn't bear standing beside you while you made the wrong decisions — it would've sat on her conscience forever, eaten her alive from the inside. But I'm not built that way." Romulus met Demon's stare without flinching. "I'll say it exactly as it is, no matter what, without fear of execution. There's no guilt sitting in me, no matter what crime I commit, so long as my conscience consented to it first."

Her tone was direct, no malice, but her presence stung, a reminder of the 2025 scandal that broke us. I swallowed, my nurse’s calm faltering. “I didn’t plan this. The Hamptons… it just happened. I’m sorry you got hurt.” My voice held firm, but guilt flickered—the cottage’s heat, my skin burning under Justin’s touch, our bodies entwined in that fleeting, lavender-scented moment.

Their hollow eyes made my skin crawl. "Exchange your vows." The ghost bride slowly lowered her head toward me. In that instant, a small piece of skull slipped loose from the side of her forehead and fell. Right then, I heard the system notification: [Ding! Congratulations on successfully selecting your target: Ximena Ferguson.] [Target has gifted you a blood-red formal suit. It has been added to your inventory. Bonus reward: one universal glue.] [Please remove the nail from Ximena's head and use the universal glue to repair her skull to increase intimacy.]

The bracelet caught the dim light like a hook. He thought of Lisa in the courthouse elevator, taking the printout from his hand while refusing to beg. He thought of every time he had looked at her as if she were guilty because guilt had been easier than uncertainty. Now uncertainty had a face in black, a familiar walk, and a charm he remembered buying. —Yes —he said. Lucas watched him for another second. —That was the right answer. —It was the only answer. —Same thing. Lucas turned the screen off.

Every inch of me longed for his touch, and my soul yearned to merge with his forever. ‘What kind of connection is this? So powerful and unbreakable.’ "I crave to make you mine, Angel.” whispered against my lips after pulling away from me. I was still under the enchantment of our amazing kiss. "What are you waiting for? Make me yours, Jonathan.” I murmured in a husky tone, gazing at him with a hint of neediness in my eyes. "Before all of this, I want to tell you something. Maybe after hearing the truth, you might be hurt and hate me, but I don't want to keep any secrets between us.” He spoke, his eyes filled with guilt, and I widened my eyes in shock.