Novel & Cerita Romance With Angst

He asked. "I do have feelings for Damon," she said, choosing her words carefully. "I care about him very much. And he's been such a good friend to me, especially when I've been feeling scared or stressed in the Monteros mansion”. Jace nodded, seeming to understand. "I'm glad you're happy," he said. "And him does he feel same way about you?” Angela nodded. “We are in love with each other but because of my contract with Antonio it was a little complicated”.

"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.

he said, trying to touch my cheek, but I pushed his hand away. I looked at him and shook my head. He did not need me to speak; my face said enough. “What is wrong with you, Dante? You scared me,” I said quietly. “I know, and I am sorry,” he said quickly. “I would never hurt you, Angela. But seeing you with him… it does something to me. It makes me feel this anger I cannot control.”

The look in his eyes is absolutely terrifying. There's no room for resistance. I'm trapped in a merciless grip. "You'll never leave me again, Tessa. I'm going to make you feel exactly what hell is in my arms, angel. I'll make you learn to enjoy this hell with me." The words echo in my ears as I'm drowning in a sea of darkness and despair. The contradiction isn't lost on me. Calling me angel while promising to put me through hell. So typical of Blaze to mix endearments with threats, to make his cruelty sound almost romantic.

“That’s what I thought. The aggression and passion in angry sex is like no other. I bet if you and Sir Ansel had it, you would end up pregnant immediately.” The thought of Ansel dominating me almost made my face resemble Maggie’s. His chiseled jaw flex, his muscles taunt as he lost control was something my body secretly craved. Still, the few moments that we had together, he always managed to keep his wolf from taking over, and now with him avoiding me, the scenario was more like a fantasy. “I don’t think that the doc’s idea was a bad one, though,” Joy says, pulling me from my thoughts. “What idea?”

"Angela, the next time you come around me and disrespect not only me but my fiancé, I will kick you out. I have important business to attend to. Excuse me." Anthony walked away, dragging me with him. I looked over my shoulder at the woman and saw her looking as if her head was on fire, which described just how enraged she was. I looked forward and glanced at Anthony. His jaw was clenched hard, defining his sharp jawline while his nose flared. He was pissed. Really pissed.

“I know you’re going to hate me but I have no choice. I don’t want you to marry Sean because I’m the only person able to bring your happiness.” She was not at all angry. Instead, she replied calmly, “You no longer have anything to do with my happiness. This is the reality even if you don’t want to accept it. Your assistant is looking for you. You should return to the hotel now. Don’t make him worry.” The indifference in her voice cut through his heart like a sharp knife. Desperation lingered in the air. Tears that welled up in his eyes finally rolled down his cheeks. “Sure, I’ll go back now.”

She could feel her cheeks burning while Augustine had his way with her body, leaving marks and tasting every bit of her as if he wanted to bless the whole place and leave memories of their romantic escapades. Allana was afraid that people would be able to see them from the outside, but the unbridled feeling that sprouted from within her was giving her the feeling of excitement. To be loved in front of unsuspecting people who had no clue of what nasty things they were doing together, the fear of being found but the adrenaline and spice it adds up to their romance were unsettling to another level where she wanted more.

"I want you, Angus. Again." With a groan, he rolled us over, his weight pressing me into the soft furs. The kiss that followed was fierce and demanding, a promise of the pleasure to come. His hands moved over my body, rediscovering every curve and hollow, igniting a fire that threatened to consume us both. This time, there was no battle, no struggle for dominance. Only a shared hunger, a mutual desire to lose ourselves in the depths of our passion. We were two halves of a whole, perfectly aligned, ready to explore the boundaries of our connection once more.

His footsteps were soft on the thick carpet, barely making a sound. Liesa raised her hand, the chain clinking as she did. She forced a weak smile and asked, “What is going on here?” Angus stared at her for a long moment, his eyes unreadable. Then, he lifted his chin, a hint of amusement in his gaze as he said, “Aren’t you the one who wanted to be in a relationship with me? This is how I do romance.” Liesa’s smile froze, her face falling. “I’m sorry, Mr. Romano… what did you just say?” Liesa stared at him, disbelief written all over her face, her fingers tightening around the chain.