Toxic Romance Books Novels & Stories

Tous les Mêmes by Stormae TRIGGER WARNING: This book contains, SA, r*pe, abuse, violence, gore, explicit sexual content/smut, drug use. profanity, trauma and toxic masculinity. This is a mafia romance, with a pinch of humor here and there. This book is not meant to be standalone. This is a mafia book that may contain a lot of fluff for entertainment purposes. You've been warned. Enjoy. ;) Oh! And also, feel free to leave your thoughts in the comment/reviews.

Everything else was decoration. I had already read through all of the new books Nala had bought me. Every single one. Earlier that afternoon I had finished a romance novel with a Stockholm syndrome trope that had left a strange, sour taste in my mouth. The heroine had fallen for her captor in a slow, inevitable spiral that the author framed as destiny. It had felt like a fairytale version of the nightmare I was currently living. Clean. Romantic. Resolved by the final chapter with declarations and soft lighting. Reality did not work like that.

The sweet and thoughtful Brianna had become cold and selfish. “I love you so much..” Lorenzo sobbed. My insides trembled upon hearing those words again. I felt like my ears tinged and my blood boiled as anger flared up in my system. “Stop lying!” I screamed and tried to push him again, using all my strength. “How the f**k can you say that, if all you have ever done in those two years were f**k different girls?! Do you even know the meaning of love?!” I gritted as I tried to get rid him off me.

He offered and handed his pill to me, bringing a bright smile to my face. "Thanks bro." I thanked him, and he winked, rushing out. That was how he saved me, but I knew it was only a matter of time before my secret would be exposed. This was a dangerous path to tread—the type that would bring disaster and death at the end. It was that type of romance that has no happy ending. I knew this, and I should stay away. The best option was to kill her and save myself from falling harder, but my powers are weak in front of her.

“You need to go, Scarlett. Now.” She nodded, her cheeks burning with a mixture of shame and a thrilling, defiant heat. She turned and fled. It did nothing to quell the storm he had unleashed inside her. The memory of the kiss, the possessive grip of his hands, the wrecked sound of his voice, it was too much to process, yet a hunger had been awakened that demanded more. The following week, there was a seminar on power asymmetries in the modern novel felt like a special kind of torture. The subject matter which once would have been a purely intellectual exercise, now felt like a personal, pointed critique.

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."

Vito stepped closer, his presence overwhelming, his scent—cologne and something darker, more dangerous—filling the air around me. “Business is part of it,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “But that’s not all.” I swallowed hard, my heart racing. “What else is there?” His eyes darkened, the smile fading from his lips as he reached out, his hand brushing a strand of hair from my face. The touch was light, barely there, but it sent a shock of electricity through me. “There’s unfinished business between us,” he said, his voice rougher now, deeper. “You know it. I know it.”

His heart was too far gone—consumed by hate, bitterness, and a thirst for revenge that would eventually destroy me too. "Slow down, Adrian!” I panicked as he stepped harder on the gas. "You're going to get us both killed—what the hell are you doing?” My voice shook. Adrian in one of his black moods was a nightmare. Reckless. Impulsive. Dangerous. My heart pounded like it knew this ride could be my last. I still had dreams—to see my family, to get out of this hellhole of a marriage— But he’d ruin it all without blinking.

David Del Valle had decided to stay at the salon, to make sure that everything was in good condition, and Maria went back to Miami with Emiliano Romero, she needed, according to her, some time to rest and cool down her brain, which had become so frustrated. That same day, when the Mexican woman finished investigating Daniel's mistress, they returned home. After three weeks, Maria began to attend to business, but there was a day when she arrived very tired; sometimes when she was too exhausted she preferred to rest in a room by herself; Then she arrived, took a warm shower, relaxed in a bubble bath, then lay down on her bed, but when she tried to fall asleep she couldn't, she was too pensive,

“It’s perfect… I’ll never take it off.” “I’ll never leave you,” she whispered fiercely, nestling into his chest. “I’ll never want anyone else. You’ve ruined me for everyone forever.” He kissed her deeply, possessively, his arms tightening around her. “Good. Because I’ll keep corrupting you, claiming you, loving you like this… forever.” They fell asleep tangled together in the mirrored sanctuary, surrounded by infinite reflections of their forbidden bond. Clara was completely ruined. And she had never been happier. Forever his. THE END