Romance Novels With Angst Novels & Stories

Read the author's note first 1)The Biker's Obsession (Gangster, Ceo and maid romance) 2) A crush I can't date ( Have you all wondered this! Imagine two writers on GoodNovel fall in love! Imagine a writer and a reader like you fall in love ? Then you need to add this book to your library to find out more.

“I was terrified by your phone call and I had rushed all the way here. Now my heart is still racing.” “That shows you’re guilty.” “Hey, don’t just accuse me blindly. Don’t you feel you’re unreasonable?” “Since you have previous track records, it is not surprising that your ex-girlfriends or current girlfriends would make a sudden appearance. So you feel guilty out of fear.” “Are you feeling angry because of humiliation?” Jack was unhappy and frowned at her. “That is Chandler’s love debt and it is him who brought this trouble. You have to solve the problem. Why are you taking out your anger on me?”

Even the way he looked at me. The storm outside grew louder while his mouth traveled slowly along my neck. “You drive me insane,” he muttered roughly against my skin. My fingers tightened against his shoulders. The truth was… He drove me insane too. Days passed like that. Lazy mornings in bed. Late-night conversations. Stolen kisses in the kitchen. Slow dancing in the living room while rain poured outside. Some moments were soft and emotional. Others burned with dangerous tension. But every second with Sebastian felt intense. Like we were both trying to hold onto something we knew couldn’t last forever.

Jeremy froze. Soon, his anger boiled over. "What now? Just because I carried Everly earlier? Sabrina, can you stop being so petty? That was an emergency! It was serious!" I let out a cold laugh and scoffed, saying, "A twisted ankle is life-or-death now? Then, why weren't you this anxious when I had appendicitis surgery?" He fell silent, ruffling his hair in irritation. "That was ages ago! Why are you bringing it up again? Haven't I treated you well? I even gave you all my salary..."

Something inside her fractured as she read those words. She barely recalled the hours that passed a haze of wine, the sound of a wineglass shattering against the kitchen floor, and humiliation rising in her like an unwelcome guest. To be discarded was one pain, but to be publicly replaced was another agony altogether. Her apartment suffocated her with its memories- Aidan's scent lingering in the air, his books haunting her shelves. She did what any heartbroken woman would do. She go dress to kill. A black satin gown that draped to the floor, a daring slit grazing her thigh.

His erection was straining against his trousers; it looked painful. "It's already angry...Very angry," I said, using the most seductive voice, and his eyes followed where my eyes were staring. His eyes darkened even more. He had his lower lip in between his teeth and I'd be damned if that didn't make my panties flood with arousal. "You have no idea. He's not only angry...he's mad. Very mad."

Author's note Hi guys i hope your enjoying the book so far i Know there are a few grammatical errors and spelling mistakes in the book please bare with me as this is my first novel and i'm getting a feel for the editing ect. Thank you guys again for following the book and i hope you'll leave a review! DanahLouise x

The hisses of their voices merged with the sound of their mingling breaths, a symphony of passion and frustration. With every touch, every caress, their anger transformed into a fiery passion that threatened to consume them. Their bodies moved together, a dance fueled by conflicting emotions that ignited their senses and obliterated the world around them. It was as if their love-making became a vessel to express the depths of their anger and desire, a way to bridge the chasm that had opened between them.

For some reason, his pulling away made me feel a kind of resentment for him. Why bring me this close to completion without carrying on with it? Why did he stop halfway? I wanted him to fuck me, hard, without any restraint. He had nothing to be ashamed of; I was nineteen, for fuck's sake! I was no longer a minor! Kade must have read the anger in my eyes, as he scooched a little closer to me. His hand roamed around the bed till it found mine, and held on. "I want to fuck you too, Angel. I want to make intense love to you. But there is too much at stake."

All that was enough for Joan to refuse his advances now that he wants an actual romance. But Joan could feel it. She was afraid because she could feel it, but it didn't make it disappear. It was akin to the fear she felt at the thought of Asher reading her deleterious article. It was like the rush of excitement she felt that sent her pulse racing when Asher kissed her. And It was a feeling born from more than just a fleeting moment of stimulus. It may have been born since she first set her eyes on Asher.