Toxic Romance Novels & Stories

It was repulsive. "Take care of him and let Romano know that he was useless. He didn't know shit about Diablo" Diablo was the cause of every hatred in my heart. He was the reason why vengeance was embedded so deeply in my every senses. Every gunshot that was ever caused by me,by my fingertips left behind a dream of it being him behind the trigger. "Send in Damien",I growled out Shit is officially about to hit the fan I hear a knock on my office door.

"why do you always talk about it? Hey, being single means we're preparing for the arrival of a better love. Positive thinking, Ra!" "I hate Adam!" Yara's words that suddenly carried the name 'Adam' succeeded in making Rian choke. "Why suddenly bring Adam's name?" "This must be because of his curse on me when we were at senior high school. That damn person! He's the one who asked to break up, he's the one who accused me of various things, but instead left a curse that made my life miserable." "There is no such thing as a curse in this world, Ra." "There is," she argued. "That, Adam's words prove to be a curse for me until now."

We were sworn enemies, different wolf breeds that loathed the other ever since the war, how then could we be mates? Alpha Liam, my mate? Impossible. Despite the lingering feeling of foreboding and danger, I felt like running into his arms. My body was acting completely opposite manner. His heavy scent continued to linger in the air as he appraoched. He suddenly took off and began to run towards me, his face filled with rage and unwavering disgust. I bent down immediately, wrapping my trembling hands around my legs, listlessly resigning to my sad fate. Perhaps this is how I had been destined to die.

What was their problem with my food? “Do you know her?” “Forget about that… So, tell me… Are you seriously saying you forgave him just because of his dick?!” I almost choked on my saliva at her random choice of words then looked around me before looking back at her in shock. “Lower your damn voice.” She shrugged. “Did I lie? He made you angry, you forgive him because his dick has some type of magical power… You know, Sandy, I’m beginning to wonder how long you’ll keep ignoring his toxicity just because you love him and it’s pissing me the fuck off.”

I am as exciting and predictable as a loaf of sliced white bread. Anyway, back to my story. The traffic started moving, and off he went, leaving behind the lingering scent of tobacco. At work, I had trouble concentrating, and spent most of the day creating racy vignettes in my head with us as the feature characters. Let's be honest; I have a very vivid imagination. The closest I've been to a hot steamy encounter is courtesy of the pages of my endless supply of paperback romance novels. I'm not the kind of girl that attracts hot, sexy men. In fact, I've been called an ice queen by more than one guy. But when I'm in the middle of one of my books, I am sensual, daring, sarcastically humorous, a

“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?”

He pulled off his tuxedo and jacket in quick succession, dragging me closer by the waist; his hypnotizing scent filled my nostrils as he placed a hand behind me and squeezed my butt cheeks. "Uhmm, take me baby. I am all yours." I moaned in pleasure as I pulled off my strap, my two plunging melons out in the open as he mouthed them with filthy perfection. I slid my hand down to his length which was bulging inside his trousers. "Give me all of that, show me how you fuck those filthy bitches, bang me crazy as you did to Sophia on Prom Night. Give it to me, you crazy motherfucker!"

Luciano murmured, his voice rough with frustration. "It's always like this," Rosa said, biting her lip as she pulled her hand back, trying not to smile at his dramatic complaint. "Come on, baby. We need to be quick before our little devil wakes up again," Luciano whispered, nipping lightly at her ear. Rosa sucked in a breath. “You are unbelievable." "I am yours, amore mio," he husked. Her cheeks flushed at the reminder. It still amazed her how, with each passing day, he seemed to grow more and more romantic.

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier

The dis-relish feeling that she has to sell her innocence just for her brother to be treated well so that he can recover. “The package delivery, I guess.” I chuckled dryly. Crushed dreams, a shattered heart which used to flutter with happiness, thinking that she'll meet someone who'll love her and swear to stay by her side in good and bad times. There's nothing there is only one feeling; Toxic. I am bounding myself in a toxic marriage which will be lethal for me. I give him what he desires and he gives me what I desire but He can't fulfill my desires; he can't give me Love.