The Selfish Romance Novel Novels & Stories

There was something dangerously beautiful about being wanted in plain sight. Talia had lived her life in well-tailored clothes and carefully crafted smiles, always polished, always predictable. But now, she wore lust like a second skin. It hummed beneath her surface when Cameron entered a room. It buzzed in her veins when his fingers brushed hers while passing a file. It burned down her spine when she caught him watching her lips while she spoke to her husband. Their secret affair had grown bolder, unrestrained, and recklessly hungry. They fucked wherever they could. In the garage. In her bathroom with the water still running. Against the wall outside Richard’s study while he talked numbers

I hate him for that, he left us here with my mum, and never even supported with the bills. The day he ran, he just left a letter, my mum already suspected him, so she didn't bother searching for him. It had affected my siblings. Ana my youngest sibling, never wanted to get married, she only cared about money. To her, if she could become super rich and influential she would be able to get any man she desired. While Steven, he just never wanted to ever hurt his wife. He did cared about money, but was more family oriented. I had to drop my plans of going to the university so I could support my mum in funding their education. It was a sacrifice I made when I saw how determined they were. My mum

"because I'm not that stupid. I don't want to get caught—" "don't you trust me?" you looked into his eyes, you swear you have put yourself in deep trouble. but this man is making you experience what is it like in reality instead of fantasy. I can't help to imagine how Ralph would say if he knows that I'm making out and about to had sex with my ex-husband twin. fuck, fuck Genesis. fuck the people around you. you didn't care anymore. you are sick of being a jerk anymore e. you can't take it anymore hu—

I said with more confidence. "With face it is" "Thanks" "What is your story about anyway?" he leaned closer to the table and put his arms on it. "It's a romance novel and I would like to refer to it as such. Despite the pornographic details on it. It's a story of a bad boy falling for an innocent and fragile girl. He's a wild spirit and she is conservative... two opposites attract" I giggled and I didn't even know why. "They have sex like crazy in every position I could think of, anywhere and every time they meet" I kept giggling like a little girl and he smiled like he enjoyed our conversation. That was good...

Clara, one of the few maids I’d grown somewhat close to, was looking at me with concern. “You’ve been spacing out a lot lately,” she said, tilting her head. “And those dark circles under your eyes… Are you sleeping at all?” “Yeah, just tired,” I mumbled, forcing a weak smile and looking away. How could I possibly explain that I was up half the night touching myself while listening to Lord Blackwood fuck other women? That I wished with every fiber of my being that it was my pussy he was pounding instead? “Not used to the work here yet?” she asked gently.

“You’re so fucking selfish, Bowen. Good night.” -- The next morning, Beta Grant’s words played in my head. How was I selfish? Because I wanted out of a controlling and abusive relationship with a man who forced me to marry him in the first place? How was that so wrong? We walked in silence, but I was getting frustrated. “How am I selfish?” I demanded. “What?” “Last night you called me selfish, and I want to know why you think I am.” Beta Grant shook his head. “All you care about is yourself and what you want.”

"I don’t care about your excuses anymore. I don’t care about the 'business.' I’m tired of being a ghost, Finn. Look at me! Touch me." She leaned in, her lips brushing against his neck, desperate for the connection she’d been denied for months. "You miss me... I know you do. You're just too proud to say it." Ronan’s grip on her waist tightened, his fingers digging into her skin with a possessive force that was nothing like Finn’s calculated indifference. He loomed over her, his shadow swallowing her whole as he watched her with a dark, predatory curiosity.

She wrapped the healed burn on her neck with it. She talked to herself — not a prayer. > A vow. "They don't own my name." She looked around the room for a pen. She wrote two columns again — again precisely the same. What they stole. What I still possess. She wrote at the end What I'll recreate. And then, below that: Discover who stole the other $20,000. And silence shall be my ally. Leya may have been humiliated. But she is not victimized. Eleanor thinks her sin is in the rearview mirror.

"That's not their business." "Everything is their business when it comes to your throne." He walked toward me, each step deliberate, predatory. He stopped at the edge of the bed, looking down at my naked body with undisguised appreciation. "Or did you think we could keep this secret? My scent is all over you, Selah. Every wolf in this hall will know what we did before noon." I pulled the sheet up, a gesture of defiance rather than modesty. "Then let them know. Let them see that I've chosen my own path."

“Because it’s raw. It’s not romantic, it’s obsession, the ache that overtakes you, the pain that feels necessary. It mirrors real life, doesn’t it?” A faint, almost imperceptible smile touched his lips. It was gone in an instant, but she had seen it. “Yes. But you stop at the surface. You describe the ache, the longing, but why? What does it say about Keats, about the society he inhabits and about you?” The question was so personal that it stole the air from her lungs. “About me?” “Yes,” he said, leaning back again. “Why this particular flame, Scarlett? What is it you recognize in that kind of all-consuming, self-destructive hunger?”