Romance Novels With Angst Novels & Stories

ROMAN My damn chest aches as I watch my wife walk away from me. Her fucking tears. I reach up and rub at the spot over my heart. An unsettling feeling building behind my ribs. How has no one treated her better than how I'm treating her. Anger mixes with the other softer emotions swirling inside me. Why did Ana even agree to marry me? If the people in her life were so fucking horrible that they never ever told her how beautiful she was I take one step.

I asked him in pain since I knew what he did to annoy me. "If it was, I don't want you to think that I sleep with half the world, stupid girl." He spits, throwing me onto the stretcher, while he climbs on top of me, capturing my lips tightly. "You make me so angry." He said between kisses. while our lips collide and thunder like a sexy and attractive symphony.

Angel says all giddy but her shoulders slump in dejection when I do not match her energy. "All this is just a coincidence, Angel, too much of romance movies are definitely eating deep into your head, leave Dane and the rogue alone and focus on me" I draw her closer, such that our chest is touching, her breathing picks up a familiar rhythm and I smile for what is to come.

Angelo stared at these images, a mixture of longing and anger coursing through him. He couldn’t understand why things had gone so wrong. Emily was supposed to be with him, not in the hands of another man. The thought of Kamsy being close to her, touching her, made Angelo's blood boil. He clenched his fists, trying to control the rage that threatened to consume him.

Maxim's voice was cynical and the sound of it caused rage to bloom in my chest. "How about you mind your own business?" I snapped, refusing to think of what the consequences would be. "I'm not asking for your attention. I don't even want to be here, but you..." I looked between them. Mikhail's eyebrows were slightly raised and a corner of his mouth rose in mild amusement. My anger was fueled. "You kidnappers are keeping me here." Maxim looked surprised at my outburst. He glanced at Mikhail who was smiling at his laptop screen and then laughed.

“I haven’t even met him.” “Exactly!” she shouted. “That’s worse! Falling for someone you’ve never seen is peak disaster energy.” “I’m not falling for anyone.” “Good.” She pointed at me again. “Because emotional damage is expensive. And I know you. You fall for men with mystery, danger, and cheekbones sharp enough to stab you.” “I do not!” “You SO do.” Mira narrowed her eyes. “And this man sounds like he invented cheekbones.” I let out a breath and slung my bag over my shoulder. “I’ll be okay. I promise.”

He was being ostentatious and unreserved. As the male protagonist of the novel, Cedric Garner's first 20 or so years of his life had been smooth sailing. Being superior and almost good at anything fostered his arrogant and unrestrained personality. Hannah still remembered the first time she saw him. It seemed like the whole world was focused on him, and he was arrogantly domineering, like a king in control of everything. Although it seemed quite amusing, it was quite in line with the image of the male leads in romance novels. However, it was not the case currently. Cedric was gloomy.

Was it from a novel Paige had read before? "What? Do you also think I'm right?" Chris asked with a smile. Paige refuted, "You should read fewer messy novels." Who would have thought that someone like Chris, a CEO, actually liked reading all sorts of romance novels? Did he ever imagine himself in those novels, fantasizing about being the male lead? Chris said, "I don't read any messy novels. I read the painstaking works of the authors." Paige was at a loss for words. Did she also not read the authors' painstaking works? Such double standards.

" I reply. "We'll see. The heroine always denies her feelings at first in most romance novels. " she coos. "That's not true! And even if This Mansion were to be a novel, I'm pretty sure it would be horror and not romance! " I shot. "That's true. But who says a little romance isn't allowed in a horror novel? " she coos while wiggling her brows at me. "You're nuts! " I reply as I roll my eyes and look away while she just laughs.

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.