Unhinged Romance Books Novels & Stories

he breathed. Not by a long shot. The Unfinished Game – The Past Refuses to Stay Buried Sarah sat in her car, while gripping the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles turning white. As her heartbeat was uneven and unsteady as Fraser’s words still echoed in her mind. "I’ve moved on." With her. With Tressa. The con artist. The woman who had played games just like Sarah had. Her jaw clenched as she let out a loud exhale. This wasn’t how it was supposed to end, She'd begged, apologized, and promised to do anything in the world to have Fraser returned to her.

Writing "His Unfinished Love Story" was like talking to a friend for me. It came from a place where I was struggling with family stuff, and I didn't really have anyone to open up to—no best friends or unbiased family members. Counseling wasn't my thing, so I poured it all into this book instead.

I quickened my pace, bouncing on him as his hands slid under the shirt, up to my waist, then my chest. "Fuck," he hissed. "You don't know what you're doing to me." "I think I do," I breathed, leaning down to kiss him. "And I'm just getting started." He kissed me back, rough and hungry, his hips bucking up to meet mine, matching every thrust with a deeper one. The bed creaked beneath us. The steam in the room was thick—desperate, dirty, dangerous. Fuck And all I could think about was how good it felt to break every rule I swore I wouldn't. To ride him like I belonged to him.

It had been a little over three months since Mom married Richard, and to say my life was a disaster would be a massive understatement. After they came back from their honeymoon, they hosted a small family dinner to celebrate the union. I went out of obligation, but I regretted it the second I walked through the door. Throughout the entire dinner I kept catching hidden glances from Greg. I knew it was him because of the direction the stares were coming from. It was so wrong for him to be looking at me like that, and even worse that part of me liked it.

She must have exhausted herself with all that training. I moved quietly into the room, intending to just take the book so it didn’t fall and wake her. My hand closed around the spine, lifting it carefully. The cover made me pause. A shirtless man with a woman pressed against a wall, his hand tangled in her hair. The title was something generic…“Forbidden Desire” or some shit like that. It was an explicit romance novel. I almost smiled. My little sister, reading dirty books. It was kind of adorable, actually.

A forbidden encounter unfolds in the school library as Finn, the charismatic jock, and Shasha, the reserved nerd, gives in to their desires during a storm. Their passionate and explicit tryst explores themes of dominance, surrender, and unbridled lust. ******************************** The rain hammered against the library windows, its fury echoing the storm brewing between Finn and Shasha. The school library, usually a sanctuary of quiet study, had become their private arena, the shelves of books mere spectators to the raw, unbridled desire unfolding between them.

Roses, a white dress, the guests, the sunshine: it all felt so vivid, yet so surreal. His gaze landed on the empty spot where the bridesmaid should have been, and it all clicked why that seat was unoccupied. Natalie was gone. She was gone forever. She had taken her life. She had done that with his unborn child when she leapt from the 18th floor. It was all because he tampered with her medicine, because he dared her to prove her true love, and because of his whispered lies of forever and always. He did everything to win her heart.

for Christopher had been exposed. Her so-called "diary of unrequited love" had backfired spectacularly. The entire Internet turned on her. "She knew he was engaged and still went after him? This is infuriating!" "I didn't know it was possible to romanticize being a homewrecker this much." "Confessing to an engaged man and trying to 'gift' him with your first time? What is wrong with this woman?" "If I were the bride, I would've beaten her up too."

He asked me, propping himself up on his hand. “Yeah, much better,” I whispered, not wanting to break this moment between us. Placing another of those soft kisses he sat up and said, “I’m going to change.” . . A Gupta . Have you checked out my other books? If you're new, do check out my books. They all are completed and are dark romance with twisted heroes that will make you hate them but by the end of the book you'll fall for them still!! You can start with, Bride To Be and Saved By The Devil.

I leaned back against the smooth, cool marble edge while my hand slid between my legs almost immediately, fingers parting my swollen folds as I let out a shaky breath. I was still soaked, a humiliating mix of my own arousal and Richard’s pathetic load. I opened the hidden browser on my phone, the one I kept password-protected, and went straight to my favorite BDSM site. My fingers trembled with need as I typed in the search bar: “dominant muscular man ruins married woman.” The video loaded. It was exactly what I needed tonight.