Toxic Romance Novels & Stories

The one who could burn him alive and kiss the wound better. You stuck through the silence, the pain, the almosts, and the push-pulls. And when I was on the edge of giving up, you were the reason I didn’t. So here I am. Still writing. Still pushing. Still pouring my soul into every word because you deserve that. Dark romance isn’t everyone’s thing. But if it’s yours, then you get it. You get how love can be painful and beautiful. How obsession can look like devotion. How the line between “I need you” and “I might destroy you” can be so, so thin.

"I..I am really sorry Catherine. It just happened in the heat of the moment. You were in pain and I didn’t know what to do and so..I am sorry. I know you have a boyfriend and you don’t like me and you made it other day very clear that its all a mistake. I didn’t want it to happened. Please forgive me." "Mike…Can you relax a bit? Keep quiet and let me complete. Last night was very beautiful and special to me. Our kiss..It definitely meant something to me. I know you are attracted to me and I like you too mike but…" "But?" Catherine sighed and continued "Mike my life is a real mess. I am a real mess. I really like you but at the moment I am so confused. I need time to think about it." "Catheri

“He wants me, honey. He’s always wanted someone with some fire, someone who gets him, not some weak little art student who gave up her passion to be a pretty thing.” The words hit me like a punch, that’s all I was to him. And this woman, this stranger, was tearing apart my marriage,my life, with a casual cruelty that made me feel sick. “You don’t know anything about our marriage,” I whispered, my voice barely there. “Oh, I know enough,” Ms. Rossi purred, waving a dismissive hand in the air. “He told me all about it. And frankly, sweetie, you should just stay in your place. Accept your pretty little life, the one he bought for you. He’s never going to leave me for you.” Her smile was a poison

I gawked. She held up a finger. “Listen. Mysterious man. Hot, rich, emotionally stunted. Seduces the curvy goddess of a woman, disappears without a word, but still feeds her like a pampered princess from afar. That’s not heartbreak, Adele. That’s foreplay.” Emily burst out laughing, nearly dropping her tablet. “God, Sarah, get help.” “I’m serious!” she cried, eyes wide. “That’s dark romance 101. This isn’t a breakup – it’s the prelude to the second act. He’s probably out hunting his enemies. Or buying a villa somewhere. Or murdering someone in her honor.”

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...

"Now go write your dark, possessive heroes. Make them hot and dangerous enough to earn that redemption arc." I laughed. "That's not how it works." "It's exactly how it works. Romance novel 101. A boy does bad things, the boy suffers, the boy grovels and the girl takes him back." She winked. "Easy." I watched her walk away, her bright hair bouncing, her laughter trailing behind her like confetti. The boy does bad things, suffers and grovels to the girl. Victor didn't strike me as the groveling type.

I leaned in a fraction of an inch, a teasing glint in my eyes, "I prefer classic literature. Russian realism, psychological thrillers. Dostoyevsky, Fitzgerald, Hemingway. I like substance." "Substance?!" Ruby mocked, completely offended. "Are you implying my romance novels don't have substance? Excuse you, but enemies-to-lovers tropes require intense psychological maneuvering! The angst! The tension! It's art, Alexander. Your little Russian thrillers have nothing on a slow-burn romance."

"So, what's it gonna be? My date, or are we gonna keep playing this little shit game pretending you don't feel something for me? Don't you even imagine the thrill of forbidden romance?" She's mistaking my care for feelings. I can't take this anymore. I can't. I shoot up from the chair; the wood creaks in protest as she goes on and on. Even when I slump on the couch, she's still talking about romance like a high school delulu. I cut her off. "You do know I have a girlfriend, right?" She blinks hard, like I'd just said something considered a crime. "Quinn? That psycho? She's toxic."

I mean home bitter home. Mr DiCaprio What the fuck the I just do? I ruined everything out of jealousy. There's no way in hell she will agree to be my lover on less....i- Nope that not an opinion. I have already blackmail her. Seeing her admit that she was that bastard lover and even admitting she like old men made my blood boil and my skin crawl. technically she's didn't admit she like her men old but she also didn't deny it either. I stomped out of the restaurant to my car as my driver drove me back to the office.

She said. "Come on this is not a marriage proposal, do you think my marriage proposal will be as lame as this? I can be very romantic when I want to be you know." I said and she laughed. "You? Romantic? Okay tell me, how will your marriage proposal be?" She asked. "You'll only get to find out if you accept to date me now so do you?" I asked. "I told you so." She said. "What?" "I told you back then remember? You said you weren't ever going to fall in love, I told you that you will and I'll be here to say I told you so when that happens." She said and I laughed.