Romance With Angst Novels & Stories

"Tsk, it's giving me goosebumps. Who do you think you are, the male lead in a romance drama?" Andrew sneered as his fists tensed up. Wasn't it true, though? Excessively sentimental and hypocritical, he appeared to be swayed by his dramatics. "Don't you dare speak ill of Nigel! You don't understand! He is a passionate person. How could people like you, who know nothing about love, understand his pain?" Outraged, Catherine turned to Hannah. Her face filled with anger. What a shocking statement that was. Hannah clapped her hands. "You two truly are made for each other."

She was so afraid and could not help but feel that Chris was about to lose his temper. "What's wrong with you?" Paige asked him again, cautiously. Chris, with a cold snort, lay down and closed his eyes, ignoring Paige. Paige was at a loss for words. Although Chris had not scolded or yelled at her, his being visibly angry and ignoring her was even scarier than if he had scold her. It left her feeling anxious and uneasy. She would not be able to sleep well tonight. Paige quietly moved closer and gently held Chris's hand, saying, "Don't be angry."

she asked lightly. “Yes.” “Romantic.” His gaze flicked up briefly. “Hold still.” He rolled her sleeve carefully. The graze ran along her upper arm, shallow but angry. “It’s nothing,” she said. “It’s not nothing.” His fingers were steady as he cleaned the wound. But his breathing wasn’t. She noticed. “You’re shaking,” she said quietly. “I’m not.” “You are.” He stopped moving. For one second. Then continued. “I don’t react well,” he said evenly, “when people I care about are shot.”

The romance becomes a beautiful fire. His cockhead nudges my entrance. The pressure builds. My pussy pulses with readiness. Wet heat invites him inside. He pauses. His forehead rests against mine. Our breathing mingles together. Love and lust intertwine in this one perfect moment. The slide in feels imminent. The romance blazes bright. It promises so much more.

She closed her eyes and allowed her tears to flow freely from her eyes, she didn't even know that someone was walking towards her as well until she hit her small body against the tall, slender and hard frame. The body was so warm and strong, Addison laid her head on his chest, she didn't want to disengage from him at all as it felt so comforting. “Aren’t you ashamed of yourself?” The grumpy voice sounded on top of her head. She didn't know who it was but the voice showed that the person she had just bumped into was a wealthy, domineering, and power-filled man.

He reached out, his thumb hovering just above the mark. "Don't," she whispered. Her eyes were open, clear and sharp. She hadn't stirred; she had simply arrived in the room, fully present. "I don't need your pity, Roman. It's just a souvenir from a night I didn't stay quiet enough." Roman didn't pull his hand away. He pressed his thumb against the scar, his touch surprisingly light for a man whose hands were built for violence. "I don't have any pity to give, Angeline. Only rage. There is a difference."

I go through the motions, lapping the blood away to ease the pain, and just like the first time, I have a strong physical reaction to her, but my stomach is twisted up in knots and my chest is burning with the kind of rage that can easily consume me. I don’t want to act on my arousal. I’m too afraid of what I’ll do to her if I give in to it. I’ve been this unreasonably anger before. It usually doesn’t end well. I’ve learned my lesson years ago. It’s usually better to wait until I’ve calmed down, and I’m in control of myself. The whole process is unromantic. Almost transactional. But it’s done, and I can already feel our bond strengthening. That invisible golden thread that ties two hearts an

Her body jerked as she was pulled inside the office by his strong hand clutching her arms and within a second she found herself pinned against the wall, caged in the devil’s arm. “What the..” her words were silenced by Aston’s lips smashing against her own for a furious kiss. It was as if the anger that had been building up for so long had erupted into a fiery passion that he couldn't control. For a moment, she resisted, her body tense against his as she didn’t see it coming. But then, something shifted. Her lips softened beneath his, and he felt her fingers dig into his shoulders. It was a collision of emotions - anger, frustration, desire, and even a hint of longing. Their mouths moved wit

“We are gathered here today to witness the union of Millicent Romano and Angelo De Angelis. Before we proceed, do you, Millicent Romano, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, in wealth and In ruin, for better or for worse… till death do you part?” She hesitated… “I do.” her voice came out cracked and forced. Then he recited the same for angelo. Unlike her, he smiled. “I do.” But amidst his calm demeanor, she could feel Angelo's eyes on her the entire time. Studying her, unfolding her soul like pages from a book. Something about her… unsettled him. Then… the priest voice came out loud, “You may kiss the bride.” Angelo reached forward

I crave him on a physical level, no matter how menacing his behavior toward me is. It's maddening. Roman emits an animalistic growl and slams his mouth onto mine. His kiss is hard and rough like a violent storm devastating a rocky shoreline. Battering the landscape. Leaving havoc in its place. This is anger and frustration fused together in its most elemental and explosive form. I realize that I'm consenting to forced submission by allowing him to exert his will on me. I should fight tooth and nail, rebelling against the firm grip he has on me.