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When Love Turns to Ash

When Love Turns to Ash

My world revolved around Jax Harding, my older brother's captivating rockstar friend. From sixteen, I adored him; at eighteen, I clung to his casual promise: "When you're 22, maybe I'll settle down." That offhand comment became my life's beacon, guiding every choice, meticulously planning my twenty-second birthday as our destiny. But on that pivotal day in a Lower East Side bar, clutching my gift, my dream exploded. I overheard Jax' s cold voice: "Can't believe Savvy's showing up. She' s still hung up on that stupid thing I said." Then the crushing plot: "We' re gonna tell Savvy I' m engaged to Chloe, maybe even hint she' s pregnant. That should scare her off." My gift, my future, slipped from my numb fingers. I fled into the cold New York rain, devastated by betrayal. Later, Jax introduced Chloe as his "fiancée" while his bandmates mocked my "adorable crush"-he did nothing. As an art installation fell, he saved Chloe, abandoning me to severe injury. In the hospital, he came for "damage control," then shockingly shoved me into a fountain, leaving me to bleed, calling me a "jealous psycho." How could the man I loved, who once saved me, become this cruel and publicly humiliate me? Why was my devotion seen as an annoyance to be brutally extinguished with lies and assault? Was I just a problem, my loyalty met with hatred? I would not be his victim. Injured and betrayed, I made an unshakeable vow: I was done. I blocked his number and everyone connected to him, severing ties. This was not an escape; this was my rebirth. Florence awaited, a new life on my terms, unburdened by broken promises.
The Wild Night With a Red Flag

The Wild Night With a Red Flag

My heart felt heavy. I feel sadness, pain and frustration. I thought he only wanted me? He promised to wait for me but why? why he was kissing another guy and looked at him like he's the most precious thing in the world? What a j*rk! I thought he was different from his brother but in my perception right now he's the worst. I consumed a bottle of wine which is beyond my limitation. I don't care anymore. I just want to feel numb. I just want to forget. I want to escape from this kind of pain. I looked around, dim lights with the wild beat of music. People's been dancing and gr*nding their bodies to their content. Some are on the corner making out without inhibitions. I laughed, should I dance too? and gr*nd my body like they did? making out with some stranger? Can I forget that? My eyes darted at the man who had been staring at me. His hazel eyes are piercing through my systems. His jaw was clenching. He wears the same suit earlier, it looks perfect to his body but not to the tattoo that covered half of his neck. I didn't know how I came to him with my drunken state. I scanned his face, I felt like a fool looking up at his height. He's undeniably handsome, every detail of his face was made perfectly. I don't know how many minutes we stared at each other. He didn't say a word, he just kept on staring at me. I laughed. My heart is broken and this man in front of me is the best choice to distract myself from the pain I felt. I guess he knows how to make me forget just for tonight. He's an expert btw, it's not a bad idea. Without further ado, I grabbed his neck and brought his lips to mine. He stilled and didn't move. I bit his lower lip to give myself an opening and slid my tongue inside his mouth to tease him. He still didn't move so I grabbed his thing down there and I felt him go rigid and sighed. He pulled away from my kiss and looked at me with hunger. "What do you think you're doing?" he asked strongly and angrily. I chuckled and it turns to laugh. "Wait, are you crying?" I felt his thumb wiping the liquid from my eyes. I shook my head. Tf with me? I cried? I laughed again. "Are you drunk dummy?" I shook my head. "No.. nonono, just tipsy." I smiled at him and reached his nape to kiss him again. I pouted when he didn't respond. WTF? I know he likes it too. "Why are you not kissing me back? Kiss me too!" I'm like a child complaining. "Dmn man! Don't start a fire will yah? I'll take you home." he whispered near my ear that sent a tingling sensation in my stomach. I mo*ned and in no time I squeezed his ar*. He gro*ned and owned my lips. He devoured it hungrily like he was gonna swallow me whole. The heat inside me rose. I like this feeling, I want some of this. I follow how his tongue moves. Blazing a burning fire between the two of us. His kisses became slow and gentle as he lifted me up with both my legs on his waist, my arms on his nape and my head on his shoulder. He started walking and whispered.. "You'll regret asking for it dummy."