The Selfish Romance Novel Novels & Stories

Raphael, filthy, and incredibly mischievous. The thought of the discreet encounters they could have all day long makes her gasp for air. As Jannis's thoughts swirl with the limitless potential of their clandestine romance, her pulse beats with excitement. In response to Jannis's excitement, Jake chuckles softly. He gives her buttocks a good smack and squeezes them together. You're being quite mischievous, my dear. However, I adore it.

But if things went wrong—and knowing my luck, something would—I didn’t want to pull them into the trouble that would follow. My gaze fell on the trashy romance novel sitting on the front seat. It was objectively terrible; bad grammar, weak plotting, and things happened far too easily for the heroine. I’d devoured it in a single night. It was trash, but it was delicious trash. The heroine had auctioned off her virginity to the mafia to pay for her father’s debts and ended up being ‘oversold’ to three brooding Alphas all vying for her attention and favors.

My best friend liked it instantly. [Congrats, Director Thornton. Welcome to freedom!] I was promoted to the position of finance director in my company. I bought my own home, and I had a cat. After everything I had been through, I finally understood that loving myself was where lifelong romance would truly begin.

I hope that you enjoyed the new updated story for spicing up the ranch. I have quite a few other books listed on GoodNovel if you're interested in my style of writing. Some are erotic stories such as the assistant, Swedish sugar, the alpha son needs his match, and keeping it within the family. I also have science fiction romance such as Stardust. We also have quite a few other romance styles both in the past like a timeless love. And in the present such as the dangers of dating.

"What's bothering you, my dear friend?" Vivian asked, her voice laced with genuine concern, her eyes searching Emma's face for any sign of distress. Emma's lips twisted into a knowing smirk, her gaze momentarily flickering to the sparkling ring on Vivian's finger. A wave of resentment surged within her as she watched the diamond catch the light, mocking her. How could Vivian be so blissfully unaware? How could she, of all people, be the one to wear that ring, to have his love, when Emma was the one who deserved it? The envy gnawed at her, but today, Emma had made a vow: she would destroy everything.

“Should I apologize for that?! Why the hell did you ask me to marry you if this was going on?! How could you—” “Can you stop being so selfish?!” he shouted. “Stop trying to make this something dirty!” I let out a hollow laugh. Selfish? “Look,” he continued, defensive now. “You graduated two years before me. It’s not my fault you had to upstage your sister and brother, proving how much smarter you are! Tanya and I…we were friends—” I started laughing. Really laughing. Something in my chest tightened painfully. So that’s what this is.

She expected constant attention and adoration from those around her, and would throw tantrums if she felt neglected or unappreciated. Julie's selfishness extended beyond her appearance, as well. She had little regard for the feelings or wellbeing of others, and would manipulate and exploit those around her to get what she wanted. She would lie, cheat, and steal without a second thought if it meant getting what she desired. Despite her beauty, many who knew Julie found her unappealing and unpleasant. Her selfishness and lack of empathy left a sour taste in their mouths, and they found it difficult to maintain any sort of meaningful relationship with her. In the end, Julie's beauty was little

“That’s a label I’ve used too many times with you. What I mean by it, is that you have the ability to be flawless and graceful in the things you say and do. The way you present yourself. That’s imperative to this position. Also… You’re savvy. Those are extraordinary attributes. Think in those terms, rather than having to be a perfectionist. Because here’s a little secret, Nik. No one is perfect. Not in that all-encompassing sense.” She gives a small snort and says, “I beg to differ.” She tosses a glance over her shoulder, at me. I shake my head and tell her, “Don’t idolize me like that. I have my own limitations.” She wiggles slightly, so that I release the railing. She turns to me and says,

60 percent Mafia book, 40 percent erotica. A book about lust, love, obsession, possession, Domination, BDSM, war, and blood shade. Sophia was the opposite of Dante. She is kind and soft-hearted and they shined through her appearance. After a break up with the man she spent years building a future with, Sophia fuels that energy into her career— the desire to be a lifesaver. She promised never to give love a chance but her father’s constant intervention pushed her into the arms of a man she saw through his light, instead of the darkness that he is.

“I’m not. I’m warning you. Because I know Ethan, and I know Belinda. This leak? It’s only the beginning. They’ll come for your donors next. For your employees. For your soul.” She exhaled. “Then I’ll build my next firewall with blood.” There was a pause. A spark. Then Sophie asked, “If I break again, Alexander... will you still be here?” He took her hand. Pressed it to his chest. “I’m already in too deep.” And when he leaned in this time, their kiss was slower. Hungrier. Like a promise. But still — no clothes came off. Somewhere between heartbreak and healing, they found intimacy in stillness.