Trashy Romance Novel Excerpts Novels & Stories

"Nanny, please. Don’t remind me. I’m trying to forget that ever happened." "Forget? Oh no, my dear. You can't forget something like that. This is fate, darling! You slept with him, and now he’s your boss? You couldn't write a better romance novel if you tried!" she exclaims, practically bouncing in her seat. I stab at my food. "This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself."

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.

exposed. "I like the surprise. I'm glad you dropped by," his voice dropped to a low, husky whisper, making my insides clench. My eyes widened, my heart pounding loudly in my chest. My mouth opened when his face slowly descended and covered my lips in a passionate, hungry kiss. A whirlwind of emotion swirled inside me, leaving me breathless. The abrupt, jarring sound of the door being slammed shut shattered the spell and I pulled back. I could hear Caroline's voice, filled with anger echoing through the hall as she screamed her way out.

I chanted as he slid his fingers out and licked it I scrunched my nose as he chuckled and his eyes became dark all of a sudden. The wind began to howl and blow fiercely as he pushed me onto my back. The shutters flew about as the fire went off. Everywhere became dark and Scary as his fangs grazed my neck before piercing me deep. I screamed in pain but later began to moan and thrash on the bed. .. .. 💕 Unknown POV 💕 .. ..

Too late. The scent hit me then—the cloying stench of rot and madness, a foulness that overrode the lingering musk of our lovemaking. Panic, cold and sharp, pierced through the fog of my satiation. They were everywhere. Tainted. Dozens of them. And through the sea of snarling, distorted bodies, I saw her. Trisha. Limp, naked, her beautiful skin a pale moon in the chaos, being carried away by a figure cloaked in black.

I'll lose everything. Yet being here, with her, makes it all feel…small. My lips claim hers again, fingers trailing down her middle. Her body jerks lightly in response, and the robe falls apart completely. Fuck, she's so…unreal. From the gentle plump of her lips, to the hard rise of her nipples, my eyes travel down to her happy trail. Eyes glued to my face, her legs part slowly, and my hardness aches at the glimpse of her shiny, wet folds.

We cleaned up eventually, but the night blurred into more—her riding me on the couch, me eating her out against the wall, filthy words whispered like prayers. By dawn, we were spent, tangled in sheets that reeked of us. Her head on my chest, fingers tracing my tattoos, and I knew this was it—the dark romance we'd been destined for. Filthy, raw, unbreakable. And fuck, I couldn't wait for more.

Chapter 3: Tension at the Table CASSANDRA Brady’s voice boomed through the front door like he owned the place. “Mr. Gray, good to see you, sir. It smells amazing in here. Is that your famous pasta?” I shifted in my chair, still feeling the slick mess between my thighs from what Alexander just did to me upstairs. My panties were ruined, and every little movement reminded me of his cum leaking out a bit. I crossed my legs tightly and tried to look normal.

fingers dipping to scoop his load, bringing it to her mouth for a filthy suck, the bitter cream coating her tongue. Minutes passed, pulse slowing, balcony silent save her ragged breaths. She rose shakily, legs like jelly, railing leaving red imprints on her front. Inside, she collapsed onto her bed, door left open to the breeze, replaying it all the catch of his eye, the brutal claiming, the flood of his seed still seeping out. Sleep tugged, but arousal simmered low, promising dreams of more midnight risks. The clock read 12:47 AM, complex hushed again, her body a map of delicious ruin. complex hushed again, her body a map of delicious ruin.

Iris's POV I swallowed, my throat felt raw. The taste of him was still on my tongue, whiskey and something darker, something alpha. My own scent was everywhere, too: sweet, the unmistakable musk of an omega in heat. I was lying against his chest on the study sofa. Rafael's hair was a mess, his lips slightly swollen from kissing me, from biting me. The heat had eased, the sharpest edge of it, anyway, the unbearable burning that had driven me down those stairs