Angels Cried Novels & Stories

Ivy never planned to fall, literally, into Liam’s arms. But the day she bumped into him in the hallway, everything changed. His girlfriend noticed. The school noticed. At first, it was side eyes and some attitude. Then came the rumors. Just as the drama became unbearable, her world crashed, her parents died on the same day.  She had to move in with an aunt who she barely knew.  She stopped going to school, because the pain became unbearable. When she finally returned to school, the tone changed. There were new whispers, but only about her. To the girls like Claire and her group, Ivy was a pity seeker. She was beautiful, quiet, soft, so obviously, they thought she was faking it. Especially when the boys, including Liam, started being nice to her. Even her best friend, Sophia, changed after a new girl, Maya, showed up. Soon, Sophia turned against her, started acting mean. Another betrayal. Ivy was losing people faster than she could have ever imagined. And when her aunt suggested going to therapy, Ivy finally cracked. Ivy didn’t ask to be strong, she was shoved into it. She wasn’t eased into being strong, wasn’t given the time to learn, or grow into it. She learned to talk back. She learned to slap back, literally. When Sophia humiliated her in public, Ivy hit back without apology. But that didn’t mean Ivy was suddenly strong on the inside. She still cried when she was alone. Still felt broken. This isn’t some perfect girl story. Ivy’s not a superhero. She’s just trying to make it through each day without falling apart. She’s just trying to breathe without breaking. And maybe, somewhere in all that mess, she’ll find her own kind of peace.

I knew perfectly well that people from the Emirates do not eat pork. Yet this time, I watched in silence as my husband's childhood sweetheart insisted on placing a pork dish on the table. In fact, I even supported her decision. In my past life, when our company hosted a welcome banquet for powerful investors from the Emirates, she had been desperate to flaunt her cooking. Against all reason, she forced a pork dish onto the menu. I stopped her then. I explained that pork was forbidden by religious belief, and that offending the investors could cost us everything. If they withdrew their funding, the company's finances would collapse overnight. She took my warning as jealousy. In a fit of rage, she ran out of the banquet hall and was struck by a car, leaving her in a permanent vegetative state. I thought my husband would break down. Instead, he remained calm, stayed through the dinner, and secured the investment in surprisingly calmness. The truth revealed itself later. After the company went public, he brought me abroad under the guise of business, only to drag me onto a medical ship in international waters. As my kidney was cut from my body, I cried and asked him why. His answer came with a slap. "If you hadn't been jealous back then... If you hadn't tried to sabotage her, she wouldn't have ended up like that." I died in agony on the operating table. After my death, he used the money from selling my organs to cure his beloved childhood sweetheart, and the two of them went on to live rich, comfortable lives together. And then I opened my eyes again, back to the very day she decided to serve pork to the clients.

Faith and Atlas were immensely in love with each other. Both were childhood lovers until Atlas had to go to another country for business purposes. He promised his love he will come back for her and told her to wait for him. What will happen when Atlas comes back but with a surprise....a surprise that will end up wounding a heart?.......... "I hate you. You are a whore, a manipulating bitch, get out of my face and stay away from my wife" ******************* "I love my wife and will only love her, the love I once had for you died long ago. You are nothing to me, nothing. You are only trash in my eyes" ********************* "I...I lied....I lied.....It was me, it was all me. She did n-nothing. I was j-jealous of her.....I w-wanted to steal you away from her...I b-beg you...p-please find her for me....I w-want to ask for f-f-forgiveness e-even i-if i d-don't deserve it.......I w-want to s-s-see her b-before I-I t-take my l-last breath" ****************** "I-I'm s-so sorry my love" ******************* "I-I l-love you so much my angel, you mean the world to me. Please c-come back to me" *********************** "Daddy why does mommy hate me?" he cried in his father's arms. "Shhhh, she doesn't hate you. Mommy loves you a lot"......... **************************** "Please angel, P-please....I was the one who hurt you, who betrayed you but that child has no mistake in this, he is innocent, he craves for a mother's love" "I am not his mother and never will be. Get yourself and that child out of my life" she said coldly with blank expressions. A story about a girl who started to hate the word called Love "Love is only for the weak" she said

Rivergate's most elite social circle had always shared an unspoken rule. Men were free to play the field as they pleased, drifting from one woman to the next. Women, on the other hand, were only allowed a single, discreet indulgence on the day they came of age—a privately hired "life assistant" meant to take care of their physical needs. … On my coming-of-age day, I picked Elliot at first glance from a hundred applicants who came in for interviews. He wore gold-rimmed glasses, looked composed and restrained, and carried himself with a calm maturity that set him apart. He was steady, meticulous, and obsessively clean. The only condition he agreed to was that there would be no bodily contact—hands only. And after every encounter, he would scrub his hands with disinfectant alcohol a hundred times. Over five years, the empty bottles alone were enough to circle the villa seven times. I used to think that one day, I'd help him overcome his barriers and truly make him mine. That illusion shattered the night I got drunk and accidentally wandered into Elliot's room. Hidden beneath his pillow was a DV camera, and inside were several videos of him pleasuring himself. On the screen, the same man who had always been calm and rational with me was staring at the lingerie of the adopted sister who had caused my mother's death, his Adam's apple bobbing as he moaned her name, "Chloe… I love you…" Only then did I realize that every step he had taken toward me had never been about me at all. It had always been a carefully concealed, long-nurtured love for her. So, it was very odd that he cried when I took my adopted sister's place in marrying someone else.

"I am bound to punish you for breaking the rules," he said as he started undoing his tie. I swallowed, the thought of being punished by him terrified and excited me at the same time. I needed this. The heat pooled between my legs as I watched him undo his tie with one hand and his belt in the other. It was hot. He grabbed me by the neck, bending me over the table with my face down on the surface and my ass high up in the air. He caressed my soft flesh with his palm. "Count," he ordered, My brows furrowed in confusion, the haze of lust so heavy in my head that my brain failed to grasp his words. The first slap landed on my ass cheeks and I cried out. "Count," he barked. I whimpered but I nodded my head to his request. "One," I counted as the first slap came on my behind. I kept counting as he delivered blows to my now red ass. "Good girl," he murmured as he rubbed them gently, to take away the ache. I was moist and he could sense it. Dipping his finger into my pussy, he confirmed how wet I was for him. "Hmm," he hummed, embarrassment slammed into me with enough force. I barely knew this man and here I was letting him possess me. I liked it. I licked my lips in anticipation of what he wished to do, his lips touched the nape of my neck and I jumped. He licked the juncture of my neck, and the pulsating nerves there responded to his touch. "You taste so sweet," he murmured as he kissed his way down my neck. "T...thank you," I managed to get out. "Let me make you mine," he says,

For eight years, I lived as a wife no one knew existed, built my life in silence, loving a man who never truly saw me. I gave him everything and he gave me nothing but cold nights…and quiet tears I cried alone. Still, I stayed. Day after days. Years after years. Enduring. Hoping. And breaking…slowly. Not until she came back. His first love. And he didn’t just welcome her into his wife, he brought her into our matrimonial home, right on our matrimonial bed. And the little girl I raised in my arms…now calls her momma. Choosing her over me. He thought I would stay. He believed I would keep loving him the way I always had—quietly, and endlessly—no matter what he did to me. But he thought wrong. Because that day…something inside me shattered, and something far more dangerous took his place. So I left. No tears. No begging. No looking back. And when I returned… I made sure I wasn’t the woman he remembered. Now, I stand beside a man the world fears. A man who doesn’t hide me. A man who looks at me like I am everything. “Stay away from her. She’s my wife.” Clyde growled, his hand tightening into a fist. I almost laughed. Because for the first time in eight years…those words meant nothing to me. He broke me once. Now he wants me back. But I didn’t come back for love. I came back to take everything he ever chose over me.

“Fuck! Only if your dad knew how fucking bad and naughty you really are. Only if he knew I'm fucking you right now on my bed and you love it." Luca, Stacey's father's best friend said as he kept thrusting into her. Her eyes rolled back, and a shudder tore through her body at his words. “Ahhh! Ohh my goodness! Don’t say that! Ahhh fuck, it’s so dirty!” She cried, but her pussy clenched even tighter around him. "Keep fucking me harder!" He smirked, dragging his dick almost all the way out before slamming it back in, making her scream. “He thinks you are innocent. But right now, you are nothing but a slut for my dick. Look at how you spread wide on my bed, begging me to fuck you harder. Begging me to ruin your pussy” “Yessss!” She clutched at him desperately as her legs locked him in place. “Ohhhh! I don’t care about anything right now. Just keep fucking me!” Stacey caught her father's best friend masturbating with her sexy pictures and vowed to have a taste of his dick. She seduced and got what she wanted. But what happened when she got pregnant not knowing he had a fiancee? Do you love reading steamy, naughty, and filthy romances? Do you love when a dominant man takes control of a horny hot girl? If your answer is yes, get ready for the ultimate erotic excitement that will ignite fire in your ovaries and make you twitch in ecstasy. This novel is a collection of hot erotic stories. Read at your own risk.

“Don't touch me, you monsters!” I screamed, thrashing away from them but it was futile. I was like a little cotton ball they could crumple in their hands because I was pinned to the floor. Dante held my hands as if I was a broomstick and the other, Caius held my legs with just a simple hand without putting any effort. He pulled my skirt upwards, used his fingers to rub my pussy which suddenly reacted to his touch and ripped the thong in one swift drag , brushing my delicate core purposely. I begged, I cried, scared of what they're going to do to me but they were suddenly stones, concerned on what they wanted alone. “Beat her pretty pink little pussy until she screams.” Cassian ordered and I gasped, my heartbeat slamming against my ribs like a war drum. No. No, no, no. “Like this?” He asked darkly, slapping my pussy hard, pain and tingles spread across my body and I screamed. “Fuck, she's throbbing brother.” Elias growled and Cassian nodded, his eyes fixed on my folds. “Just like that Elias!” He growled, “beat her and show her what it means to defile our rules.” I was living a Peaceful Life until my mum got Married to Vampire King and I was stucked with my three Step brothers who showed me hell and desired me at the same time. I had to run. These men were sick, they were truly cursed in the brains and needed help because how the hell am I trapped in this? But where would I run to? I was trapped. And the worst part? They were enjoying every second of it. TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ [Contains clear explicit scenes, vulgar and degrading words, kinks and spicy scenes]

“You don’t have to go through with this if you don’t want to, Lilliana,” Dante reassured me, standing in his tuxedo, looking far too delicious to be saying that on my wedding day. “But everything is settled,” I said, trying not to smear too much of my makeup as I cried uncontrollably. “Why doesn’t he love me, Dante?” A sob tore through me. “Come with me,” he said, his voice low and dark—practically a command. “What?” I asked, looking up at the stoic, dangerous man in front of me. “Come with me,” he repeated, holding out his hand. “I’ll make sure everything goes away, fiorellino.” I looked down at his hand, at the tattoos swirling around his fingers. And even though a hand like Dante Gallo’s should have scared me, nothing had ever felt so safe. So I stepped forward, took his hand in mine, and looked up at him. “Take me away.” ** Two ruthless men. One stolen bride. A love too wild to be contained. Lillian thought she had finally secured the life she always dreamed of — until her perfect engagement crumbles in one night of shocking betrayal. Whisked away from the wreckage of her wedding by the dangerous and devastating Dante Gallo, she finds herself caught between two powerful forces: Dante, the mafia king who has loved her from afar, and Damien Volkov, the lethal enemy who refuses to let her slip through his fingers. Torn between loyalty, passion, and a fierce desire for freedom, Lillian faces a choice that could break all three of them. But what if she refuses to choose at all? In a world of power, obsession, and forbidden love, some hearts aren't meant to be divided — they're meant to be shared.

"I will never fall in love with you" I shot at him angrily and spat on his face. "Undress yourself, don't make me repeat myself" He ordered, his menacing gaze hot enough to burn anything he set his eyes on. His hand roughly gripped onto my throat, causing me to suffocate under his torments. "Please stop, let me go" I quivered fearfully and cried out. He released and pushed me against the wall, releasing the knotted shackles to bound my hands. "Turn around and take off this gown" he ordered. Reluctantly I turned around and began to unzip my gown shamefully. Has my life come to this? All because of my mother I have to suffer in the hands of this man. Leila, the daughter of a gambling mother had an accidental one-night stand two years ago with a stranger who happened to be the Don of one of Europe's most dreaded mafia gangs. Just one-night taste of the dark-haired lady and Stefano was already head over heels for Leila. She was undeniably the sweetest girl he had ever tasted and from that day on, he swore to get Leila for himself no matter what. The opportunity to get her came when Leila fell into debt from her mother's gambling. Stefano proposed a contract saying he would pay off the debts if Leila's mother agreed to give off her daughter as his mistress. To her very dismay, her mother agreed and signed the contract but Leila refused to ever submit herself to him, loathing him and her mother for betraying her and selling her off to a crime lord. But he was adamant and determined to win her heart and prove to her that he would earn her love. Can Leila tame the devil in him or die whilst trying?