Romance With Angst Novels & Stories

She smiled as she was excited walking just to see her boyfriend. But a moment, Loki was startled and her belongings fell on the ground. Loki quickly slapped the woman and said "Why are you flirting him? ". "Flirting him? What do you mean?" I've had him for a long time since 3yrs " confidently said by a woman. "3yrs?!" "Is that true, Jen?" Loki asked with a hoarse voice. Nao’s heard their arguments and quarrel at the department store. But he didn’t mind to get there because he didn’t want to get in trouble with her relationship issues.

Xavier crossed his arms over his chest, leaning against the door. Seeing Bianca who just didn't answer, Xavier became very angry. He approached Bianca and immediately threw away the ointment that was in front of Bianca. "You should be taught a lesson, bitch." Hearing that, Bianca bravely returned Xavier's gaze sharply. "Watch your mouth before I rip it off!" Xavier chuckled, suddenly he grabbed Bianca's hair. "Try it, if you can do it," Xavier said defiantly. The anger that had been suppressed for the past few days seemed to give Bianca strength. Bianca quickly grabbed Xavier's other hand and immediately bit Xavier.

and moved back. Everything was too much for me to intake. All surreal but scary. I composed myself and said," I used to think you are an irritating, arrogant, and ruthless businessman. Never in my dreams, I thought you can be a ‘hopeless romantic’ too.” "See, when it comes to romance, I believe in keeping it simple. For a second, did you call me ‘hopeless romantic’ by any chance?", his words held a little annoyance. Very little that to be noted.

Anger is the big enemy of happiness and peace. She undid my shirt buttons and opened it. She started giving kisses on my chest. It created huge friction that fueled the fire in me. "Baby! Let's go home!" I said, stopping her. "Mmmm let's go." She mumbled but didn’t stop kissing me. "You are testing my patience, baby. This is not the right place." I struggled to keep myself calm. "Pch! Cha! There is no romance in this life." She tried to get up saying this. I pulled her down and started kissing her on her face.

The audience we had earlier quickly ran back under the covered court while we were left in the open. "What else do you want to know? I will answer them all!" "Forget it! I don't want to know more about your – whatever you call your premature love with Marciella!" The moment I said this with utmost hate the heaven grumbled and the rain changed into an aggressive one. Despite being wet, we stayed under the rain – challenging each other with stares. One with compassion while mine expressed vexation. Truth is, I was quite thankful it rained hard, exactly at the moment when my tears started to fall.

"You can say whatever you want, that we're only married on paper, but that still doesn't change the fact that WE ARE MARRIED. It still doesn't change the fact that I got your last name, and that I am the one you're spending the honeymoon with." I gritted my teeth even more, to the point that I felt like if I kept going, all my teeth would fall out of my mouth. Even my jaws were so tight, and so were my fists. But Elle was matching my anger and irritation. The only difference was she was good at not letting it show in her face. In fact, she now looked like she was challenging me, as if she were up to something.

Well, the situation with Carla… It’s complicated, but I guess I just need to wait for the final results and see how things go later on. “Angelo, I will not look for you in any man that tries to woo me anymore. I understand you belong to another. The problem is not that you are incapable of feeling love. The problem is that I am not that person who makes you want to break your own rules and love her like there is no tomorrow. It has never been me, and it definitely would not be me in a thousand years.”

It wasn’t gentle. It was years of anger and betrayal, twisted up with desperate need and reckless, reckless want. Dominic’s hands gripped my hips, lifting me onto the glass table, scattering papers and photographs everywhere. I gasped as the cold surface kissed my skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat burning between us. His mouth moved over mine with ruthless precision, claiming, devouring. I kissed him back just as fiercely, pouring every fractured emotion into it—every broken vow, every twisted desire.

“I haven’t even met him.” “Exactly!” she shouted. “That’s worse! Falling for someone you’ve never seen is peak disaster energy.” “I’m not falling for anyone.” “Good.” She pointed at me again. “Because emotional damage is expensive. And I know you. You fall for men with mystery, danger, and cheekbones sharp enough to stab you.” “I do not!” “You SO do.” Mira narrowed her eyes. “And this man sounds like he invented cheekbones.” I let out a breath and slung my bag over my shoulder. “I’ll be okay. I promise.”

Cortland and I reach the pinnacle of our pleasure simultaneously, our cries of passion intermingling in a symphony of ecstasy. "Sweet heavens, Austin," he moans, "you are the embodiment of my deepest desires. I love you woman." The intensity with which he embraces me leaves me with a swirling mix of emotions. I worry that I haven't been careful enough with my heart, and that the possibility of heartbreak looms ominously on the horizon. Despite the brevity of our time together, I have developed strong feelings for him. It's possible that this is because I've never allowed myself to be vulnerable like this before. The question remains: can a fledgling romance overcome the challenges of the pas