Romance Books With Toxic Relationships Novels & Stories

I know that many of you might be enraged because of their horrible pasts but I did warn you all from the beginning that this book is a DARK-ROMANCE for a reason. My characters are flawed because no one is perfect and that they were unfortunate victims of circumstances. This part was really hard for me to write, I'll be honest. Let me know your thoughts on it!

💕(Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode five🌹🌹 .. .. 💕King Damien’s POV 💕 .. .. I pulled her into my arms the minute we got to a secluded place. I can’t seem to get enough of her but there’s another thing that’s been bothering me. Once we mate,there’s a possibility that she might become pregnant, she’s human after all. I led her into the cave which was beautifully adorned with several flowers and ornaments.

I drink my coffee then put it aside, then I pull him in and let him rest on my chest. "I'll tell you why, if you promised to stop with the weeds." "You don't get to tell me what to do if you're not being honest with me." "Fair enough." I finally sighed and rested my hand on the back of my head, while my other hand still rubbed his backside. "Before coming here I was in a threesome relationship, we were in love with each other. But I feel like something was missing, I still have no idea up until now." Kyle kissed my chest and put his hand over my abs.

His face has always been my weakness, an innocent angelic face with his intoxicating muscular body, leaving me to savage my despair for his happiness. “What are you waiting for?” he said in a deep, coarse voice. Not only his voice contrasted his appearance, but his brutal and arrogant attitude. My beloved was toxic and obsessive. My perfect match, I thought. “Don’t you miss me already? Come closer “he moved,crawling stealthily on the bed towards me. I couldn’t feel the cold anymore , my moist body was heated in anticipation of being in his bed. Tightening his hands on my neck, making me beg for mercy, he pinned me against the wall, slowly undressing me and playing around with my body.

The pain just gets intensified as the days goes by and filling me with thoughts that they were banging each other behind my back all along. I thanked God that my older sister, Alexandra, and Topher — my other best friend who also has a strong liking for Adam's species, were there to give the oxygen tank because I felt like I was drowning in the bottomless ocean. They helped me a lot and motivated me, too. They gave me the wake-up calls and comfort I needed to get over Damien. As the days went by, I realized that Damien and I had a toxic relationship. There were many things I can't do, us always fighting, him always being jealous (when it was him who cheated and was an asshole). Our pride and

A kiss! I didn’t have any expectations for an “us”. I had wants but no expectations. I may be a hopeless romantic happy to get lost between the pages of a hot and steamy novel or a sigh-with-sweetness one, but I am not naïve enough to believe that those kinds of things happen all the time. Some people will get that kind of love that makes guys wonder and girls swoon, but not everyone.

complained Vivian, examining the cloth like it would be the last time she will get to see it. "Never!" Mansi was quick to interject "how do I get to see your dreamy crush you talked about and I want to know how cute or handsome he looks that made him to embarrass my girl" she snapped. Vivian squeezed her face and sighed. She told her about the whole situation, how she liked and badly wanted to be in a relationship with Romeo in the afternoon, when they sat in the jungle rider. She didn't expect her to react in this way not like she made a fuss but some people would have gone straight trying to shout at her for approaching a guy or make jest of her but here stood her cousin, wanting to defend

All I knew was that I already liked this guy because he was adopted, just like me. I immediately got to work on my new book. It was about a bad boy and a good girl whose entire relationship was just focused on how great the s*x was. Even though I enjoyed these stories, I always rolled my eyes inwardly and insulted the girls for their lack of judgment. Why would some guy whose whole game was breaking countless women’s hearts suddenly change because he fell in love with some woman who was ‘not like other girls?’ And then he would do some dumb sh*t to hurt her but she’d eventually forgive him because his actions were as a result of trauma from his childhood. The story would eventually end at th

How I met him was quite a meet-cute, never have I been in a relationship this passionate. He was everything and supported me, he gave me all I ever asked for. Since I first met him at the club, where I turned from a waitress to a striper, he had always hovered around me. He made me felt special, I could see his love for me in his eyes. We never had any problems, just small irrelevant arguments. I have been dreaming about the day he would propose to me, to be sincere, I have never been this patient in my life.

I brace myself, expecting the slap, the screaming, the same words my mother once hurled at my father's mistress—"You think he won't cheat on you too? You deserve each other. You're nothing." But Wren just steps closer, shoving my shoulder hard enough to make me stumble back. The soreness between my legs flares, a raw reminder of last night. "I've known Luca since I was a child, Vivienne. I've loved him that long. You wouldn't understand, you're just a kid." Her voice cracks. "Don't you have any shame? Huh?" "I'm sorry," I whisper. "You're barely twenty years old, fucking a grown man. Your stepbrother." She spits the word like it's poison. "You disgust me."