Guilty Of Romance Novels & Stories

She couldn't help but feel guilty for what she had done, for causing this rift between the two Packs. But as she looked into Liam's eyes, she knew that she couldn't stop it. She couldn't help the way she felt about him, the way her body responded to his touch. As they lay in each other's arms, Penelope knew that she was exactly where she was meant to be.

Girls in bikinis running around,some people playing at the ocean tide,some lovers acting all romantic and showing affection,kids building sand houses. "Awwnn...look at that....so sexy"says Nina whose attention is solely fixed on lovers showing affection and acting romantic toward each other. "Look at what?"Says Jane who was trying to figure out what it was that was making her friend trip. "The lovers ofcourse...just look at the romantic scene"she says blushing "Stop looking at them like that before they see you which will in turn make them uncomfortable". "I don't care"says Nina,a beautiful young lady in her late 20s,long hair,body shape like an hour glass,slim and fair in complexion.

"I'm so sorry, Felicity. I didn't protect you. I'll let you do anything to me, as long as you forgive me..." He couldn't stop thinking about the phone call that never went through. That haunting mistake haunted him, a guilt he couldn't forgive himself for.

I really need to find Belvedere already. "Well then," Romano folds his hand and step forward, this mischievous, never-to-be-trusted smile on his face, "I want to talk to my mate and tell her Weylin isn't my girlfriend or anything but just one stubborn bitch on the call girls list which I already burnt. I want to apologize for what you just saw now and tell you it'll never happen again. And about your date with Rex, I don't mind you going out with the fake guy but the thoughts of you going out while your panties is in my hold. I didn't mean to say that publicly but you can't go butts-naked and Rex, I don't think going out with my girl regards to loyalty or respect from you." Although he looks

The two guys were conversing with one another when Sofia casually inquired about Inez, to whom Inez openly answered the questions. "How did you two first met?" Sofia questioned with excitement because she adored them together. She had no idea how toxic they were, even though they appeared to be created for each other. Damien responded by placing his hands on hers and saying, "She kissed me and I fell love her, that's all. Half-truth: She kissed him, but his obsession with vengeance caused him to go blind. Sofia murmured, "Aww..how sweet," as she regarded them.

she asked very impassive and professionally. "If you're thinking about me getting hurt, then don't. What you did doesn't hurt, I can forgive almost anything. What hurts is the lie. You failed to trust me, that's alright. At times, I have failed to trust you when I should have. Isn't that the sign of romantic love - the struggle against jealousy, possession and control? The lie tells me two things, the first is you underestimate what I can forgive. The second is that you underestimate my ability to detect your untruthfulness. Two hurts for the price of one, not bad for a minor indiscretion."

I thought it was lust—because look at you—but after that night, after the crash, I knew deep down the one man that would make me completely happy would also drown me in guilt to be with. Remington let out a breathy sigh, gripped the back of my neck with his palm and glanced down at my mouth. "You're guilty because of what happened before his death, Jane. I am too, but it isn't fair to us to continue this tip-toe of a dance around one another and never give the other what they truly want." I didn't know how to respond. I went to speak when Remington caught sight of something and stilled. I touched beneath my collarbone where he stared and remembered—the tattoo.

"I see the weight you carry, Roman. No matter the beast he was, he was your sire. You’ve let the guilt of that night eat you from the inside out for years. But you were just a boy trying to save his mother. It wasn't your fault he died. It was a tragedy born of his own malice." Roman stared at her, utterly stunned. He had just revealed the darkest stain on his soul, the crime he had whipped himself for every night of his life, and she wasn't repulsed. Instead, she was holding him, telling him he was innocent. He swallowed the lump in his throat, clutching her as if she were the only thing keeping him on this earth. "You really... you don't feel the taint? You aren't repulsed by the male who

“No. You respect inspiration. Not people.” Mateo looked hurt. “That’s not fair.” “Neither is lying.” Days later, Evelyn discovered something worse. Mateo’s paintings had become popular. Very popular. She visited another gallery exhibition with Ada. And there it was. A huge portrait hanging on the wall. Of her. But the title made her stomach drop. “The Girl Who Didn’t Know.” The description beside the painting mentioned that the artist had painted it during a “complicated relationship.” People around her whispered about the story behind it.

She tried to mask it by taking a sip of her coffee, but the warmth spreading across her chest wasn’t from the drink. After a moment, she cleared her throat, trying to shift the mood. “You know…” she began, her eyes gleaming with mischief, “you completely ruined my image of you.” Damon tilted his head, feigning curiosity. “Oh? And what image is that?” “That you’re cold, bossy, and only good at making me annoyed.” She tapped her fingers against the mug, lips curling. “Turns out you’re secretly a romantic.” He chuckled lowly, the sound rich and smooth. “Don’t get used to it.”