Novel Bad Romance Novels & Stories

"Now go write your dark, possessive heroes. Make them hot and dangerous enough to earn that redemption arc." I laughed. "That's not how it works." "It's exactly how it works. Romance novel 101. A boy does bad things, the boy suffers, the boy grovels and the girl takes him back." She winked. "Easy." I watched her walk away, her bright hair bouncing, her laughter trailing behind her like confetti. The boy does bad things, suffers and grovels to the girl. Victor didn't strike me as the groveling type.

I was going to be sick. All those romance novels she loved, the ones where the heroine hastily fell in love with some dangerous man who had a dark past, suddenly weren’t very sexy when it was real. When the danger wasn't metaphorical. When the blood he had on his hands wasn’t just a metaphor. I’d seen him shatter bones the night before. Saw him break another man’s leg, without a second thought. And the worst of it, what had my stomach turning with something I didn’t want to be calling revulsion, was that I wasn’t disgusted.

“Because I know that face. That’s not stress. That’s sexual tension.” She hops onto the bed beside me like I’m her personal telenovela. “Well?” she nudges. “Was it a hot guy? Did he touch you? Did you touch him? Zara, blink twice if you committed a sin.” I bury my face deeper. “I hate you.” “That’s a yes,” she beams, poking my ribs. “Now spill.” I roll onto my back, staring at the ceiling like it holds the answers to my very complicated emotional meltdown. “It’s… complicated.”

His hands lowered to her ass and squeezed, bringing her tightly against him. "Let's go." He murmured. "Before I lose control and take you right here." She giggled as he slipped an arm around her waist and led her away. ... Hello readers Another chapter coming up. PS: I have released a new book, a werewolf romance. If you love enemies to lovers trope, where the male lead and female lead hate each other but can't deny the attraction between them, then that book is for you. Title:Barbarian: Mated To The Savage Alpha.

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."

“And somehow, I landed right on top of this guy. I didn’t know he was. And then I barfed right in front of his shoes!” “Oh, girl,” she winced. “Yeah, I thought I won’t ever have to see this guy again, except…” I paused to see if Hallee could figure out where I was heading with this. As if a light bulb flashed inside her brain, she quickly gasped in terror. “No way! Don’t tell me…” I didn’t answer her with words, but I nodded my head instead, and Hallee’s mouth fell to the floor. "Wow, Tay!” she was speechless for a moment. “You know I'm a sucker for rom-com stories, but damn girl, this is something different alright. They really should make a N*****x movie about your life," she snorted.

“Why is it so dark? Please, turn on the lights, Anth.” I hesitated before pressing the soft buttons of the light switch and then the room brightened up. I heard her gasp first before my eyes took in the rose petals and unlit candles on the floor and on various pieces of furniture in the living room. My eyes scanned the room and spotted more rose petals, even the ones leading to the bedroom. The romantic setting of the place made my nervousness spike higher than before. “Did you do this?” I pushed every ounce of nervousness from my body and approached her then wrapped my arms around her shoulder. I placed my face against hers then kissed her cheek, feeling the softness of her skin and inhalin

I can't tell what Noah is doing to me and why my body is reacting this way. “You don't want to get close to me, Bambi. It is risky. I destroy ....” I crashed my lips with his again,more desperately this time. I couldn't describe the fire, the desire he is igniting within me, maybe I have been pretending to be a good girl or maybe I haven't crossed paths with someone like Noah that would awaken that sinful desire. I want him, I do. My grip tightened around his neck, sucking and taking every inch of him.

Though there were many women who tried to get me to stay but no one held my interest longer than it took me to button up my pants. After my heart had been shattered by Lilith, i was not interested in any other woman, i figured once i got my revenge, i would think about settling down. A woman breezed by me wearing entirely too much perfume making me snapped back to reality, almost chocking, i sighed, hating the fact that women had to spray lot of fancy stuffs all because they wanted to impress men who wanted nothing to do with them other than to get in between their legs, satisfy their sexual hunger and dump them, i grabbed a glass of wine from a passing waiter.