Romance With Angst Novels & Stories

#Romance #Thrilling #Suspense #Action #Dramas This is going to be the best of best so don't miss any part. @Authoress Ricky Be expecting this next week readers. I love you all💓💓 Here is a blurb about the book

She wanted me to take off my jacket, looks like she hate me, but hell yell, the jacket sure do looked inappropriate. "Number one, you can go in." She continued and walked away. Looked like I wasn't the only one that hate her, she seem to hate me too. Telling me to take off the jacket is the worst thing she could do to me right now. She must want me to fail the interview. Damn, I hate how she look down on me. 'Fuck' I just wanted to beat her up already.

Then, finally, his voice softened. “Because once you know the truth,” he murmured, “you can’t unhear it. And I’d rather have you angry at me than terrified.” Her breath caught, the faintest tremor running through her. The Damien Drake she knew — cold, calculated, untouchable — was cracking, just enough for her to glimpse what lay beneath. She lowered her voice, barely more than a whisper. “What are you more afraid of, Damien? Losing control… or losing me?”

The kiss tastes like anger, tears, desire that’s waited far too long. He pushes me against the wall, rips my blouse carelessly. I undo his shirt with trembling, clumsy hands. There’s no tenderness—just fire, pain, love in its cruelest, most burning form. “I hate you for making me love you,” he pants, eyes red from holding back. “And I hate you,” I respond, voice broken—“but I can’t stop loving you.” He lifts me up; my legs wrap around his waist. He enters me with urgency and anger, and I moan—not from pleasure, but from something more primal, like holding him inside me could silence guilt, fear, the storm in my chest.

Resentment was deeply rooted in their hearts, ingrained in every breath they took, intertwining with their journey through life. They knew that suffering and anger would not easily fade away with a single apology. Realities and misunderstandings would forever remain as a chain of mysteries. Risk. A tremendous gamble. Velia and Lucas could have chosen to distance themselves as if they never knew each other. However, the love that grew between them had taken strong and deep roots in their hearts. There was no turning back. And even as they continued forward, destiny, with its whimsical ways, brought them back to the path they were meant to follow.

Intimacy is the thing which binds two lovers with each other and makes their bond strong,but what was this. Inez eyes welled thinking about love and affection like she already lost something or someone ,who would have made her feel like a princess in the correct way...Not to make her that princess who can't live her life in her way only, being ruled by the king by himself ,she just has to obey her highness.... Loud goan broke her Terence and she again diverted her eyes to two shameless people...Scarlett was jumping on her own finger while sucking his cock,moaning but it didn't come out of her mouth because of him inside her dirty mouth...

He doesn’t just make me feel alive—he makes me feel wanted, needed, like I’m something precious he refuses to lose. The way he looks at me right now… like I’m the only thing that exists in his world. It makes me ache in places far deeper than the physical. I rock against him, my rhythm desperate, as if the faster I move, the further I can run from the horror of earlier tonight. “You’re driving me insane,” Angelo groans, his fingers digging into my thighs, holding me firmly in place. He’s trying not to lose control, and I can see it in the tension of his jaw, the restraint in his eyes.

I wanted to make it up to him, so I let him pour his anger and desire for me into this passionate connection, taking everything he gave with gratitude. I stretched my neck, my lips meeting his in a deep kiss, trying to calm the storm raging inside him. And just like that, he melted into me, his anger fading as he lost himself in the kiss. He kept pounding into me relentlessly, his grip bruising, his thrusts punishing. I clung to him, my legs locked around his hips, keeping him buried deep inside me, where he belonged—where I needed him. “Oh, my mate,” I moaned, my nails raking down his back. “I love it when you fuck me angrily.” I admitted mindlessly.

The air crackled with unspoken tension, the promise of further conflict hanging heavy in the air. The aroma of freshly baked bread and sizzling meat filled the air, a tempting symphony of smells that usually brought a smile to my face. But today, my appetite was lost, replaced by a gnawing sense of unease. Angeli's face, etched with a mixture of anger and despair, haunted my thoughts. Her situation was a tragic reflection of the cruel irony of love - to crave something you could never have.

My other hand moved to cup her face, my thumb grazing her cheek gently, contrasting the intensity of everything else. There was a storm raging between us—anger, confusion, frustration, and something deeper, something neither of us could fully understand. But it was there. I felt it, and I knew she did too. Everything we’d been holding back, everything we’d refused to acknowledge, was breaking free in that kiss.