Trashy Romance Novel Excerpts Novels & Stories

Milady, I know you don't know me and probably will never know me or hear from me after this, but there is something you need to know. My name is Scarlet and I am a bar wench down by the taverns. Your Austin talks about you often, and I know many things about you. The reason I do is because he has slept with me time and again while he was looking for you and assumed you never wanted to see him again. He has no intention of telling you any of this for fear that you will never trust him again. I hope you get all that you deserve, milady. Scarlet

“I’ll let you go after one kiss!” “Childish!” She pushed him away but he shouted after her, “Consider this carefully. Don’t regret this later!” Yara’s sweet voice rang behind him. “Darling, why were you out for so long?” He winked at Christina before returning to the private room with his arm around Yara’s waist. Christina felt disgusted. Grabbing her purse, she started to walk toward the exit when she accidentally bumped into someone else. Michael’s eyes were filled with indifference. “Do you know what shame is?”

she mumbled, her voice hoarse from sleep. He gave a one-shoulder shrug, eyes unreadable. “I toasted.” A small, surprised laugh escaped her lips. It felt strange, foreign. Like her body wasn’t used to it anymore. She sat up slowly, brushing tangled hair behind her ear. The silence that followed wasn't awkward—it was fragile, healing. Her smile faded. “I’m sorry, Damien. For... doubting you.” He didn’t flinch. Just reached for her hand, his fingers wrapping around hers like a silent vow.

Tasting the filth, the fire, the fever he wrote into every page of my skin. The next morning, a box sat on the kitchen counter. Hardcover, freshly printed. My was name on the cover—and his. ‘Yours, Uncensored.’ “Is this—?” I asked, fingers trembling over the title. “Our story,” he said behind me, pulling my robe down to bare my shoulder. “Every filthy, furious, unforgettable chapter.” “You’re insane,” I breathed. “And you love it.” He kissed the top of my spine. The back cover quote? I read it aloud.

Serena whimpered. I sucked in a sharp breath. The room tilted. Something hot and ugly curled in my stomach, twisting like a knife. I shouldn’t be watching this. But I couldn’t look away. Not when I saw the way his body responded to her. The way his hands moved, the low sound of satisfaction rumbling in his chest as she whimpered against his lips. God. My fingers slipped. The tray crashed to the floor. The porcelain shattered. Serena jerked back, eyes blazing with irritation. Her lips were kiss-swollen, glossy from his mouth, her chest rising and falling in shallow breaths.

Her perky tits bounce slightly under her T-shirt, and I need to turn around and stop looking for my own good. “Want to play zombies after breakfast?” Jackson asks Scarlet. “Today’s Scarlet’s day off,” I remind him gently. “She’s here but not really here.” Jackson tips his head. “Huh?” Scarlet laughs. “It’s okay. I don’t really have any plans other than showering and reading a chapter or two from my book.” “Are there zombies in your book?” Jackson’s eyes widen. “Actually, yes.” Scarlet fills her plate and joins us at the table. “It’s a romance set in the zombie apocalypse. It’s really good.”

Tears welled up in her eyes. His thick arm moved and he placed his fat hand on the small of her back, pushing her towards him, "just a one night stand and I will not work for them anymore," he inhaled her scent and let out a moan in air, "let me take your body and I will work only for you," Roshanay tried stepping back but he didn't let her. His breath stunk of cheap cigarette, his teeth pale yellow and skin thickened around his neck. "No," her chin wobbled as she shook her head, more to herself.

The Nouveau-Riche Romance Chapter twenty-nine The brightness of the day filtered into the room. Illuminating it with its soft glow. The illumination was just enough to rouse Joan from sleep. Her body felt relaxed, she felt mellow really. It felt like she was coming down from a drug high. No, it was a sex high. Sex? Sex... Joan abruptly opens her eyes as she remembered the events of the previous night. She had sex with Asher. Now that she thought about it it was a crazy night and she wouldn't believe it if she hadn't experienced it.

"Eh, but it seems like you never give anything anyway. I gave most of it." Alvaro was seen swallowing his saliva while trying to control the blush on his face. "Enjoy your life, Alvaro Tarangga." Yara came out of one of her favorite fast food outlets while straightening her shoulders and lifting her head. She won't be seen as a failure just because once again her relationship is ruined. This isn't the first time Yara has had her heart broken. Her fingers wouldn't even be enough to count the number of relationships that ruined. For some reason Yara drove her car to a coffee shop she was familiar with, her mother's coffee shop.

COLLEGE ROMANCE Written by: Authoress Ricky 🦋 Chapter Fifteen 🦋 My eye were close shut but after I didn't get any kiss from him, I open my eye and saw him staring at him. "What were you thinking" he use his finger to wipe the ice cream on my lips and lick it before he poke my nose making me squeak. "That hurt" I said rubbing my nose. "You are really dirty minded" he teased and I roll my eye and step away from him angrily. "Don't be mad at me you, weren't actually expecting me to kiss you"a smirk form on his lips and I knew he was playing me.