Sad Romance Novels Novels & Stories

She heard Irene scream in excitement, "what the hell are you guys doing?" "Oh, oh," Tasha and Irene turned to face her, "This is so good, Elle!" Irene ran to her and hugged her, "This is awesome!" "what are you talking about?" She frowned. "The book, who said you can't write romance? This book is so good! I can't even explain it in words," Irene squealed. "You liked it?" Elle smiled at her. "I loved it!" "I didn't know you could write a romance novel," Tasha blinked in surprise. "Dude, it's like you've poured your heart out," Tasha couldn't believe her eyes.

They were more feminine than me when we were little. If they were not my brother's, I would be glad to take them both as my husband. Don't think of me like a slut. It is how the way I am. I'm quick to fall in love with tall hot guys, and sometimes I fantasize about them in my writings, and afterward, I kill them in the end. They need to suffer pain! All the stories I've written so far are tragedies where all the main characters' guy dies. It's kind of my fetish to kill them mercilessly. I'm joking. Besides being an ugly little squirt, I love writing romance tragedy, and my favorite novel at all times is Romeo and Juliet by Shakespeare. So since I read that story by the age of five, I dedicat

Her head down as she walked under the rain She acted so calm but it did hurt so much deep inside as she walked in the rain she felt so heartbroken she didn’t realize she was crying as she rain washed her not being able to breath, She caught a cold and a high fever her roommates were all shocked they have never seen Evelyn this sad Her first love was gone in a blink of an eye and it wasn’t even up to a year but she’s didn’t get to see him again not even crossing paths So she got over him pretty well

“You’re so dumb. So, so dumb.” Just then, my phone started ringing on the bedside table. I sniffed loudly, wiped my face with the back of my hand, and checked the screen. It was Susie. I let out a shaky breath before answering. “Hello?” My voice cracked badly. “Are you okay now?” Susie asked, worry clear in her tone. “I am not okayyyy,” I cried out, the words turning into a sob. “Oh my God, Susie… why does this hurt so much? I’m so stupid for falling in love like this. What do I do? How do I make these feelings go away?”

“Come for me again. Let me feel it.” I came hard for the third time that night, legs shaking. He followed right after, burying himself deep and filling me with a low groan that echoed in the steamy shower. We collapsed back on the bed afterward, sweaty and exhausted but still wrapped around each other. Damien pulled me against his chest, one possessive arm locked around my waist. “I meant every word,” he said quietly, fingers tracing patterns on my skin. “This started as something crazy, but it’s real now. For me, at least.”

No. What she missed was security. Comfort. Because the rich husband she abandoned us for had dumped her six months ago for a younger woman. Karma worked beautifully sometimes. Now suddenly she wanted to reconnect with Amelia. Wanted another chance with me. As if the past never happened. As if she hadn’t destroyed our family without remorse. My expression hardened. Absolutely not. And maybe that was another reason Isabella attracted me so much. She was everything Selene wasn’t. Loyal. Warm.

I begin to move, a slow, steady rhythm, building a fire that will consume us both, and I whisper against her lips, "Forever, Seraphina. You are mine. Forever." She does not answer with words, but her body answers for her, rising to meet me, her legs wrapping around my waist, her nails digging into my back, her mouth finding mine in a kiss that is more battle than caress, more surrender than victory, and we move together, two wolves locked in an eternal dance, and I know that this is only the beginning, that there will be pain and blood and tears, that there will be war and loss and grief, but there will also be this, this moment, this connection, this bond that cannot be broken, and as I fee

⚠️🔞 TRIGGER WARNINGS (DARK ROMANCE): ⚠️🔞 This is a DARK ROMANCE book with heavy, raw, and non-traditional themes. It contains highly sensitive content that some readers may find uncomfortable, triggering, or disturbing. This includes, but is not limited to: Domestic abuse and physical violence Forced marriage and extreme possessiveness Non-consensual/forced sexual situations and breeding themes Explicit sexual content (18+) Very strong language and toxic dynamics

The emptiness only made me crave him more. I should have felt disgusted, but I didn’t. Instead, I found myself craving his dominance. BDSM or not, I just wanted to forget Lee completely.I wanted something new, something beyond the missionary position and riding him the same old way.

“Side by side. Look up at me.” Jessica and Claire lay down on the carpet, their bodies flushed, marked, and shining with sweat. Their breasts heaved as they breathed heavily, legs slightly spread, eyes locked on him with lust-drunk submission. Riven stood tall above them, stroking his thick cock with firm, fast strokes. He towered over their naked bodies, the city lights from the windows casting dramatic shadows across the scene. “Well we'll well, Claire...I guess you were on to something... This could have saved our marriage....but you both belong to me tonight,” he growled, his hand pumping faster. “My secretary. My ex-wife. My perfect little sluts.”