The Selfish Romance Novel Novels & Stories

“Quite possibly the section of the type of romance novels they sell in drugstores and airport bookstores.” “Who has time,” Sienna complained. “I’m trying to work on my thesis, visit mom, work in the library, and then work more on my thesis.” “And have you done any flirting with Mr. Private Security Detail?” “We’re talking about you and the billionaire banker who wants to bang you, not my crush on a man who believes I’m someone else and is so terrified of his boss he wouldn’t dare make a move.” Sienna groaned, “tell me again how he’s a mama’s boy.”

"Tell me about the book you were reading. What is it about?" P**n. Flushing, I bite my lip "It's a romantic story" and by romance, I mean a girl getting railed by three men at once. I wasn't kidding when I said I'd gotten to the spicy part. She was finally going to sleep with all three of them together. Lucky bitch. "Ah, you're a romantic then?" Anti-romantic. People who say they're in love are full of shit. I believe in power, loyalty, and money.

Please be sure to check out my other stories in this platform: The Bad Boy's Problem (Teen Romance) The Debt Collector (Erotic Romance and sequel to The Bad Boy's problem) The Unwanted Bride (Erotic Romance and sequel to The Debt Collector) My Boss is Clueless (Romantic comedy) Trapped by the Badboy Billionaire (Romantic Comedy and book two of My Boss is Clueless) The CEO's Serious Pursuit (Romantic Comedy and book 3 of My Boss is Clueless) A Chaotic Flower (Romantic Mystery) The Wrong Brother (Teen Romance)

Please be sure to check out my other stories in this platform: The Bad Boy's Problem (Teen Romance) The Debt Collector (Erotic Romance and sequel to The Bad Boy's problem) The Unwanted Bride (Erotic Romance and sequel to The Debt Collector) My Boss is Clueless (Romantic comedy) Trapped by the Badboy Billionaire (Romantic Comedy and book two of My Boss is Clueless) The CEO's Serious Pursuit (Romantic Comedy and book 3 of My Boss is Clueless) A Chaotic Flower (Romantic Mystery)

He replied with a serious face, and he brought his left hand to my face to hold my chin with his index finger to make me look up to his blue eyes. "What now, Maia? You chicken out?" He teased me while his smile is slowly growing wide in victory. And, I let out a scoff at his overconfidence, and I rolled my eyes at him playfully. No, I am not afraid of him or of what he could do. What I am afraid about... is the fact that everything that we have right now is not forever. The fact that I am just his other woman. Am I wrong? Wrong to give him what he wants, and what I want? Am I wrong to follow what I feel? To let my emotion govern my sense of morality? I mean, I feel like I am being selfish ri

Suddenly she decided to break the silence with a scene of jealousy; - Did the journalist Victoria write to you again? - I still don't understand what this jealousy is, if you are with Emiliano Romero, besides look what you did to my face, I'm a monster, and that's your fault, what more do you want from me? - Your face looked good, I don't know, why are you complaining so much, it was a bad deal. - Just one Maria De La Cruz? It was a lot of bad business, I don't know too much, and to tell the truth I don't even want to know.

Talk about a plot twist straight out of a trashy romance novel. Part of me wanted to be pissed at him, to curse his name and punch a hole through my wall. But deep down, I knew I couldn't blame him entirely. Who was I kidding? I was practically begging for it, chasing after him like some lovesick puppy even when he warned me to stay the hell away. And let's not forget the mind-blowing pleasure he gave me. Goddamn, the things he could do with just his hands and his mouth... It's like he knew exactly how to push all the right buttons to drive me crazy with desire.

I said, moaning as my hands got busy with her hair, slightly pulling,then massaging her scalp, making her relax more into me as I claimed her lips in a sweet kiss. .. .. 💕 Alexa’s POV 💕 .. .. Several thoughts ran through my mind as I sat on his thighs, moaning and feeling the moisture in between my core. But I thought it was a taboo for a king to kiss or mate his pet,but why’s mine different? As if to answer my question,he turned me over in a way that he was lying on top of me on his king sized bed. His hands moved down to my core as he rubbed the surface, erupting a scream from me……as I began to pant and thrash on the bed.

Roses, a white dress, the guests, the sunshine: it all felt so vivid, yet so surreal. His gaze landed on the empty spot where the bridesmaid should have been, and it all clicked why that seat was unoccupied. Natalie was gone. She was gone forever. She had taken her life. She had done that with his unborn child when she leapt from the 18th floor. It was all because he tampered with her medicine, because he dared her to prove her true love, and because of his whispered lies of forever and always. He did everything to win her heart.

As I closed my bedroom door behind me, I leaned against it and slid down to the floor. “What are you doing?” I whispered to myself. I pressed my hand to my chest, feeling my heart hammer wildly. I wasn’t angry at Vincent. I was angry at myself because the kiss wasn’t just about champagne. It was about loneliness. About being tired of carrying everything alone. About wanting, just for one moment, to feel chosen without pain attached. I wiped my face and stood up slowly. Tomorrow, I would apologize properly and I would put distance back where it belonged. But as I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, one thought refused to leave my mind.