Trashy Romance Novels Novels & Stories

She asked and quickly added, "Wait, wait, let me guess." "Okay?" "Thriller and mystery novels?" She asked, hoping that she got it since that was the genre most guys loved to read. "Or maybe fantasy novels," she added. "None of the above," he said and chuckled. "I read pure romance and romance only." "What the…" Autumn was surprised to hear that. She never imagined that someone like him would love romance novels. "Yup. Romance novels that have slutty scenes." He added. The realization then hit Autumn. It wasn't romance he loved, it was sex and slutty stuff he loved. "Pervert," she muttered, making him chuckle.

“About two hundred times. I think my phone’s algorithm thinks I’m obsessed with your manhwa.” “You’re welcome,” she said smugly. “You know, you should ride that wave. Dark romance is hot right now. Especially the…what do you call it? Enemies-but-not-really, lovers-but-maybe-murder-each-other genre. It’s your thing.” “Yeah, because my life is exactly that: tragic flirting with a side of death threats,” I muttered.

"Tell me about the book you were reading. What is it about?" P**n. Flushing, I bite my lip "It's a romantic story" and by romance, I mean a girl getting railed by three men at once. I wasn't kidding when I said I'd gotten to the spicy part. She was finally going to sleep with all three of them together. Lucky bitch. "Ah, you're a romantic then?" Anti-romantic. People who say they're in love are full of shit. I believe in power, loyalty, and money.

“And Evelyn? Wear whatever makes you feel like the filthy little obsession you are.” I left his office on unsteady legs, my thighs were filled with dried juice while I clutched the leather book like a dirty secret.That night in my dorm, I read the marked passages slowly, touching myself the entire time. The words blurred with my own fantasies, his fingers, his voice and the way he had commanded my orgasm like he already owned it.

by societal standards. To my surprise, Tiffany and I hit it off immediately. We had a great deal in common, from our love of beach volleyball and musical interests. We became fast friends and started hanging out every week, and over the next six months, I soon learned that Tiffany was very sexually adventurous, as she would tell me about her exploits with both men and women. She was a self-proclaimed nympho and unashamed. Her stories often left me turned on and sexually frustrated, as I had never had a sexual experience that left me satisfied. I would lie in bed at night and rub my clit as I imagined Tiffany having sex with the partners she had described to me.

"You have a fire in your soul, Celess. A passion for life that I find... intoxicating. I wanted to share that with you." Celess felt her heart racing in her chest. She had always been drawn to danger, but this was different. This was the ultimate forbidden romance, and she didn't know if she was ready for it. But as she looked into Steve's dark eyes, she felt a sense of calm wash over her. She didn't know what the future held, but she knew that she wanted to spend it with him. Without a word, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Steve's neck, pressing her lips to his in a fierce, passionate kiss. As they kissed, she felt like she was finally home.

I forced a laugh, trying to sound casual even though my cheeks were burning. “Uh... yeah. Random guy in the bathroom near the science building,” I lied, the words tumbling out too fast. “I was horny, he was hot, and... things got a little wild. He ruined my pussy pretty good. I can barely walk straight.” Mia’s eyes widened, then she burst out laughing, slapping my arm. “Oh my god, you slut! I love this chaotic energy. Details! Was he big? Did he make you scream?” I laughed along with her, even though my stomach was twisting. “Huge. And yeah... I definitely made some noise. But it was just a quick thing. Stress relief, you know?”

] 4|Evan ~ CEO/Billionaire Romance [Devin’s spin-off, but it can be read as standalone] 5|Falling For My Husband ~ Mafia Romance 6| A Game With No Rules ~ Mafia Romance 7| HellBound: The Last Tribute ~ Fantasy/Mystery Romance Lastly, this novel is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination or have been used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. Don't forget to follow me on lnstagram Castiel.Lj. xx 12.19.21

When I was done, I headed for my office, shutting the door behind me. Walking to my desk, my hands shook as I pulled the bottom drawer open. In it, several worn paperbacks of my secret stash were laid out. With titles like- CLAIMED BY THE PACK, BRED BY THE BEAST AND TAKEN WITHOUT MERCY. I grabbed Taken Without Mercy, the cover showcasing a naked curvy woman with a fucked out pussy, big tits and two guys by her side with huge mighty cocks. I slid onto my chair, the urge to resist failing me. It's being months and I told myself I'd stop, but the ache in me needed to be satisfied.

It's the only time Kier and everyone else will be too occupied to see me sneak into Renae's room to ransack it for answers. My fingers flip through the page of a dark romance novel. Something about quadruplets and one woman. It is obscene. The naughtiest thing I've read and my cheeks heat up with every page I flip, my core tightening. I do not think any of these things remotely possible, but I should like to take note. You know, just to know. Not that I have any plans of...