Sanemi Crying Novels & Stories

This author has failed as a heroine, so she came back as the villain… Except she didn’t come back alone. She brought secrets. She brought sins. She brought a book that was never meant to be read… Sinners & Saints isn’t just a collection of stories— It's a confession. A warning. A door you shouldn’t open. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ WARNING! DARK ROMANCE STORIES! THAT ARE NOT BEGINNER FRIENDLY! NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART! EXPECT TWISTED KINK, BDSM THEMES, TOXIC RELATIONSHIPS, RAPE, BETRAYAL, MORALLY GREY CHARACTERS, OBSESSION, MANIPULATION, GRAPHIC VIOLENCE, REVENGE-DRIVEN PLOTS, PSYCHOLOGICAL TORMENT, POSSESSIVENESS, TRAUMA, AND DISTURBING SITUATIONS THAT ARE NOT MEANT FOR SENSITIVE READERS!!!!!!!!!! YOU'VE BEEN WARNED. SO WHAT HAPPENS NEXT IS ON YOU! PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK BECAUSE THIS IS WHERE YOUR INNOCENCE ENDS!!!!!!!!!! READ IF YOU DARE… (BUT DON’T COME BACK CRYING!) ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ So tell me— Will you stop here and scroll by… or are you willing to sin?

"WTH, are you doing?" She asked, pushing him away but Kabir had other plans. He pulled her towards him and kissed her luscious lips. "Never take a man's name except me with these beautiful lips." He said tracing her lips. "Leave me." She said, crying a little. Kabir pushed her onto the bed and hovered over her, looking at her intensely. "What are you doing?" She asked, getting scared. "Something which will make you moan again." He said and kissed her lips sensually. ***** Adrita Das, a girl seeking happiness and peace in life. She doesn't want bad for anyone but she always wants the best for her. She didn't know that to get happiness one will also have to bear the pain. And about pain, it is so much stored in her fate. What will happen when her past will enter her life to destroy her happy world?

As the male lead, Henry Johnston, forces himself on me, a row of comments suddenly appears before my eyes. "Henry is about to misunderstand and think Aria drugged him! The angst is about to begin!" "I'm thrilled just thinking about Henry regretting dearly after Aria dies!" "Keep up the act, Henry. After she dies, you'll be hugging her corpse and crying every day." That is when I realize that I am the tragic female lead in a story where I am destined to be tormented until I die. The readers treat my death as a highlight to push the plot forward. They are counting down to my death. As I look at Henry, who is panting on top of me, anger courses through me. I grab a table lamp and smash it into him, killing him on the spot. Who says that the one who dies in a toxic romance story must always be the female lead?

A witch alone in a cursed house should know better than to answer voices in the dark. Hidden deep within the Blackwood forest, Eleanor lives behind ancient wards with her feared husband—a dangerously powerful man whispered about in frightened prayers and old legends. Though ruthless to the world, he has only ever been gentle with her. Before leaving on one of his mysterious journeys, he gives her a single warning: Do not open the door after sundown. But when Eleanor hears her dead mother crying outside in the storm, she breaks the wards protecting their home—and invites something ancient inside. Now the house groans with restless spirits, shadows move without light, and something inhuman stalks the halls at night whispering her name. As the darkness tightens around her throat, Eleanor realizes the creatures hunting her are not the most terrifying thing in Blackwood. Because her husband is coming home. And the man who would burn kingdoms for his wife has discovered something touched what belongs to him.

Screw standard blurbs. This isn't an ordinary book... This is a paranormal romance, with a reverse harem feel. Addictive as crack, and I'm not talking old, hairy builders crack either. Don't expect any fluff or happy endings, because what you'll actually get is bad attitudes, foul language, and men so damn hot, they'll melt your panties off with just one look. Read the book. Let me pull you in and make you fall in love, before viciously ripping out your heart, just because I can. By the end of the book, expect to be ugly crying, while you plot my slow, yet painful death. As tempted as you are, do not throw your tablet at the wall. I promise I'll send one of my hunks to rescue you from that cliff you're currently hanging from by your bra straps. You're welcome. I'll see you in the next book, sweetcheeks.

Two years ago, I was one of the Disease Control Agency's best researchers. But while I was investigating a batch of virus samples with unsequenced genetic codes, my husband's true love burned me to death. She poured rubbing alcohol over the virus samples she accidentally dropped and rendered me unconscious with diethyl ether. Then, she set the lab on fire and burned everything to a crisp. When the agency's other employees led the firefighters to the scene, she cried and claimed I'd stolen the virus samples after colluding with an unknown organization. A month later, an odd and aggressive virus spread throughout the city, leading to countless deaths. My husband, Ethan Carter, denounced and severed ties with me before getting together with his true love. The whole city turned on me, crying for my blood. Everyone said I was a spy from an external power. That changes when three daring high school students accidentally stumble upon the cordoned-off lab. They discover my charred body inside.

My mother-in-law, Daisy Rothbart, gets pregnant around the same time I do. We even give birth to baby boys via cesarean sections on the same day. However, her infant dies later, and that's when she suddenly starts showering my son, Casey Dyson, with all her love and attention. After Casey officially takes over the family business one day, my husband, Jerome Dyson, and I die in an accident out at sea. However, my spirit remains close to Casey even after my death, and that's when I find out that he starts calling Daisy "Mom" while crying in relief. It is only then that I learn that the son I'd been bringing up for 20 years had been secretly switched at birth by none other than Daisy. When I open my eyes again, I realize that I'd traveled back in time to the day when Daisy and I were both scheduled to undergo cesarean sections at the hospital.

when she was born, he was 5 years old. Everyone said she would only stop crying when he was holding her or when he would be in her line of sight making him babysit her...His first reaction after seeing her was "UGLY Monkey" No one knew they would fall hard for each other and grow old together..... She depended on him for everything, slowly falling into the love that got created between then unknowingly. This is a love story between two childhood sweethearts and how they identify the special feelings of love between them................................Years later, A chubby little cute bun asked in his milky voice, "Mom, when did you and dad meet each other?"Looking towards her husband she wondered about what answer should be given, when she heard, "I met her when I was five.""What about you mom?"asked the milk bunScrunching her face Tofu said, "I met him as soon as I came into this world."

Warning: Mature Content "Tell me all your sexual fantasies, princess." "I want to be fucked, ruined, choked, and marked until I’m a moaning, crying mess, leaking all over your sheets, daddy." Grace’s world shattered the night she found out her fiancé was gay. Drunk, devastated, and desperate to forget, she stumbled into the wrong hotel room, and into the arms of Apollo Reed. He is a sinfully hot, cold-hearted forty-year-old man, twice her age. He’s everything she was never supposed to want. And everything she never knew she needed. But reality hits hard the next morning when she realizes the man who gave her the first orgasm of her life is her new boss. Will she let him take her again? Please her until she’s trembling, begging, and utterly his? Or will she finally learn that wanting a man like him always comes with a price? "Good girl. Now spread those legs."

After Calvin’s older brother passed away, he devoted himself to taking care of his brother’s wife and daughter. He justified it by saying that ‘family should look out for each other.’ To others, the three of them looked just like a close, happy family. When my mother was on her deathbed, he was busy comforting his sister-in-law, who had been brought to tears by her own son. I knelt on the floor, crying and begging him, “My mom is dying. Please, just visit her one last time, I am begging you!” However, Calvin’s voice was ice-cold as he snapped back, “Tell your mom to die later! I am busy!” I waited for two whole hours, and in the end, my mother never got to see her son-in-law one last time. Broken and exhausted, I finally asked for a divorce. “Why don’t the three of you just stay together and enjoy your happy little family.”