Romance With Angst Novels & Stories

I pulled him toward me and crashed my mouth against his. It wasn't a soft kiss. It wasn't a movie kiss. It was messy, desperate, and full of all the anger and confusion we had been carrying since the day we became roommates. It tasted like salt and heat. It felt like a fight. Jax made a low sound in his throat: half a groan, half a growl and slammed me back against the tiled wall. The cold tile hit my back, but I didn't care because his body was warm, pressing against me, pinning me there. His hands moved from my arms to my waist, gripping me so hard I knew there would be marks tomorrow.

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

Her eyes red, she tried to sound generous as she said, "Felix, don't you love me the most? Are you really going to blame me for this? I'm your only public girlfriend; everyone expects you to marry me. I'm upset, Felix. I'm the one who's been by your side. Why would you need a substitute who looks just like me? You can't love anyone else—only me!" She thought her tantrum would make Felix apologize and comfort her. But Felix's gaze turned icy with fury, the killing intent practically radiating off of him. He only relaxed when he saw me open my eyes. The three followers, seeing the tension, quickly jumped in. "Mr. Palmer, Darcy is your true love. Everyone else is just a passing fling. You shoul

“But if you want me to prove that point again… I do have time for a quickie.” “No.” “No?” The pale green bedroom walls felt as though they were about to close in. “I mean, not like this. It won’t be right.” “And what would be right, Thea? Romance? A slow dance in a garden under the moonlight?” “You’re so angry…” “ 'Cazzo, lo sono eccome!' (You fucking bet I am!)” he exclaimed. Thea trembled, this time not out of fear, but shock and pain. She didn’t want him angry with her, not like this, not when they’d once been so happy together. Not when she was still in love with him.

She knew that Liam meant every word he said, but she couldn't shake off the feeling that this was only the beginning of a long and dangerous battle. "Fuck me, Liam. Fuck me until you forget about him." As Penelope and Liam's passion for each other intensifies, they begin to undress, their hands moving quickly to remove each other's clothing. Penelope's fingers shake as she unzips her dress and lets it fall to the floor, revealing her lacy lingerie underneath. Liam's eyes darken with desire as he takes in the sight of her, and he quickly sheds his own clothes. They stand before each other, their bodies bare, the love and desire they feel for each other clear in their eyes. They embrace, their

she said as they all nodded in agreement with her. .. .. .. DO CHECK OR ADD OTHER BOOKS OF THE AUTHOR….. REVENGE ON THE MAFIA LORD WARNING MATURED CONTENT R18 ****** Revenge was all she wanted, it was all she hungered for, but slowly did she know that she was falling straight into the devil's lair and the den of true love. She never intended to fall for him, he never intended to fall for anyone. All she wanted was to destroy him, not yearn for him more and more.

⚠️🔞 TRIGGER WARNINGS (DARK ROMANCE): ⚠️🔞 This is a DARK ROMANCE book with heavy, raw, and non-traditional themes. It contains highly sensitive content that some readers may find uncomfortable, triggering, or disturbing. This includes, but is not limited to: Domestic abuse and physical violence Forced marriage and extreme possessiveness Non-consensual/forced sexual situations and breeding themes Explicit sexual content (18+) Very strong language and toxic dynamics

My legs wobbled as I stood, and I hesitated, glancing around nervously. I swallowed hard and forced my feet to move. Every step felt like it took an eternity, and my palms were clammy as I approached him. He straightened up when I reached him, sliding an arm around my waist and pulling me close. The contact was both reassuring and unnerving, especially when I caught a glimpse of the crazy look still lingering in his eyes. Angelo turned back to the kneeling man, who was now trembling violently. “You’ve ruined a perfectly romantic evening,” Angelo said, his tone icy. “And you’ve terrified my lovely wife.”

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.

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.