Romance With Angst Novels & Stories

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."

I asked him in pain since I knew what he did to annoy me. "If it was, I don't want you to think that I sleep with half the world, stupid girl." He spits, throwing me onto the stretcher, while he climbs on top of me, capturing my lips tightly. "You make me so angry." He said between kisses. while our lips collide and thunder like a sexy and attractive symphony.

She had no idea how she could reply to that. Aria's mind raced as Angelo's words lingered in the air. She could sense the complexity of their situation, torn between the dangers of Angelo's world and the desire for a simpler, safer life. The mix of emotions left her speechless, uncertain of what the future held for them. Angelo's touch on her neck was both comforting and possessive, a paradox that mirrored the conflicting feelings within Aria. As she met his intense gaze, she felt a twinge of vulnerability. The promise of change and a renewed commitment hung in the air, but doubts lingered.

] He questioned raising an eyebrow, ‘No, certo che no, non le ho parlato da quando l'ho lasciata a letto l'altro giorno’ [No, of course not I have not spoken to her since I left her in bed the other day] Romero replied and stopped to look at Angelo, ‘Cazzo, ho rovinato vero?’ [Fuck, I’ve screwed up haven’t I?] Angelo sighed softly ‘Non è una delle vostre, diciamo, solite, placide donne. Non è mafiosa, non ancora comunque. Inoltre, è molto giovane e innamorata di te. La mia ipotesi è che stia male e voglia farti soffrire per averla ignorata.’ [She is not one of your, shall we say, usual, placid women. She is not Mafia, not yet anyway. Moreover, she is very young and in love with you. My guess

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.

Ximena's extended hair instantly retracted, and she shrank back into her small, delicate form. She stood there with her hands clasped together, head lowered, looking obedient and timid. For some reason, that sight made me feel uncomfortable. I pulled her behind me and turned to face the man standing there. He wore a long black robe. His eyes were narrow and slanted upward, his body bulky, his face downright ugly. The man carried himself with an air of superiority, casting me an annoyed glance.

"What?! You cannot be serious, Father! " I interrupted him loudly, forgetting my place. Rising to my feet, my wolf was enraged by the injustice done against me. She rose to her haunches also, roaming restlessly. I was to be given away to the lycanthrope against my own will.

“He’s pushing me towards the corner and I just might stop pretending.” Dominic leaned in, forehead resting against hers. “Then stop.” The kiss that followed wasn’t gentle and wasn’t even tender. It was collision. A collision of all the anger, grief, and longing. It is filled with everything they had denied themselves for survival surging forward. Their hands found familiar places, becoming desperate and grounding, as if confirming that the other was real and still there. They broke apart only to breathe and only to argue again in whispers, only to be pulled back together.

-Anastasia- Ronan was still mad. Even after our intense mating and marking, he remained furious. Now that we were connected through his mark, I could really sense it—like a burning fire coursing just beneath my skin. “Shit… Roman,” I murmured, the intensity of his anger almost painful. “I need more,” he whispered in my ear. He pulled out and turned me around, lifting me up so that I balanced on the back of the couch. Then he thrust back inside me, not taking it slow despite our earlier intensity. Roman held me tightly against the couch as he moved his hips, driving deep and hard into me.

"That, Adam's words prove to be a curse for me until now." Yara clenched her fists that were under the table. She remembers the words of Adam, her first love and first ex boyfriend in high school when they broke up. "I swear you won't be able to date forever. Anyway, you won't be able to get married until you can see me on the aisle."