Raunchiest Romance Novels & Stories

Angel Caierre folded his glowing arms over his tiny chest. “Cute?” Spiky-Horn Caierre barked out a laugh that sounded like metal scraping stone. “Nothing about this is cute. This is a disaster, a cosmic tragedy. A romance doomed from the start and he is way too dumb to realize it.” “I am not dumb!” Caierre snapped. “Sweetheart, you literally asked if ‘I can’t deny you’ was a confession. That’s like the most romantic line ever. Even babies understand that.” Angel Caierre pointed a tiny glowing finger at him.

I complain, very upset about it. “I think four times.” “Let’s go!” Sasha snaps. Roman slips his arms beneath me, and a second later, I’m lifted into the air and carried bridal style. If it weren’t for the dead bodies in the living room and hallway, and Paula dying, and the fuck ton of shit I’ve been put through, this would actually be the one of the most romantic moment of my life. My eyes land on the woman with the blank stare, and it has me saying, “There are other women.”

"Tell me about the book you were reading. What is it about?" P**n. Flushing, I bite my lip "It's a romantic story" and by romance, I mean a girl getting railed by three men at once. I wasn't kidding when I said I'd gotten to the spicy part. She was finally going to sleep with all three of them together. Lucky bitch. "Ah, you're a romantic then?" Anti-romantic. People who say they're in love are full of shit. I believe in power, loyalty, and money.

His gaze held a mixture of gratitude and something deeper, a sentiment he seldom revealed. As she continued to dress his wounds, the room seemed to shrink, narrowing down to the unspoken connection between them. Raina, in your writing, delves into the complexities of their romance. The physical act of dressing wounds serves as a metaphor for the healing they find in each other amid the chaos of their lives. Let the readers feel the emotional nuances, the uncharted territory of love in the shadows.

After making a mental note of making an appointment first thing tomorrow in the morning, I exit the gloomy toilet when Rosa face appears out of nowhere. "Angela?" Rosa said with a worried lace in her voice, "are you okay?" I waved my hand in anticipation for her to leave me alone but of course, Rosa De Luca is not that kind of person. "What's wrong with you?" she scanned me from head to toe, examining me as if I was caught doing something bad. Too lazy to answer her, my mouth lifted in a grin and she snickered. "Don't play with me!" she slapped my arm making me hiss in pain and back away from her but she pulled me closer to her body as she noticed me distancing from her and dragging me with

I lean against the door frame, crossing my arms over the chest. “I don’t know, I picked this up from Bianca’s table in her office. It happened this book is actually a romance.” Showing me the cover of a half-naked man. “And since when you like reading a romance novel?” She barks into laughter. “I’m actually having fun. The guy is an asshole and the woman is a demure type.” “Uh, a stereotyped bad boy, playboy. I know you have a thing for that kind of guy.” I don’t know why suddenly I feel a pang in my chest. She’s already my wife, but still, I’m jealous of her imaginary guy.

Nora brought white roses when she visited me in the hospital. She fumbled with the flowers, accidentally tipping over the vase and spilling water everywhere. "Oh, no. I'm so sorry, Natalie," she babbled, scrambling to clean up the mess. "I didn't mean to do that." "It's fine," I said, even though nothing really was. She sat down, nervously fiddling with the edge of her skirt. It was a fancy Chanel, a present from Francis, but I was the one who had picked it out. "Natalie, have you and Francis been at it again?"

I pleaded, going down to my knees, and I saw how each of them ran their tongues through their lips, their eyes flashing a glint of lust as they gazed at my breasts. "We were joking. We didn't plan to take you to the Alpha. But that's only if you can take us all." I heard the one with raven hair say this to me with a smirk as he rubbed his hand on the bulge around his crotch. The other snickered too and nodded as I saw them unbuckling their belts. My eyes almost popped out. "What are you all doing? Have you gone mad?!" I shouted, leaping to my feet.

I say, frowning a little. “01 Kind men are ugly. 02 Handsome men are not nice. 03 Handsome and kind men are married. 04 The handsome, kind, and single are poor. 05 Handsome, kind, single, and rich people are not interested in you. 06 The handsome, kind, single, rich, and interested people are interested in you only because of the hookup. 07 Those who are handsome, kind, single, rich, interested in you, and faithful, are homosexuals. 08 The handsome, kind, single, rich, interested in you, faithful, who do not lose interest if you are the ones who make the first step. Those men must have a problem!

Lance was already planning on the things he wants to do at the mall. One afternoon, Charm asked me to go around with her before going home. She looked so sad and distracted. We went to the Square and checked out the new stores and ate pizza. She told me she broke up with Franco. They had a misunderstanding and she's not really very patient. I was upset. I really liked Franco. He seemed so dependable, kind, and smart. "I think I got bored. I was looking again for excitement. Our relationship just went through that comfortable phase." Charm picked on her food. I retorted, "He's such a nice boy. He is exactly what you need. I don't know what else you are looking for." I wanted to kick her. I