Best Romance Thriller Books Novels & Stories

The cool midnight air greeted him with the fragrance of roses. He felt the relief instantly, his anxiety dissipating, blown away by the night breeze, leaving only the scent of roses clinging to him like a permanent lover. For a ruthless mafia like him, who’d taken countless lives in the seedy underbelly of Chicago, he couldn’t understand why he found roses to be so comforting. They were such fragile plants, their petals so delicate, like humans whom he could easily crush with his palms. Still, whatever it was, it always did the trick. The scent calmed him down and he relaxed.

PROLOGUE TATIANA Death smashed into the back of Adrian’s slick Maserati, demanding our lives. My body jerked forward and the seat belt cut into my chest. My heart jumped, racing as fast as my husband’s driving. “What’s going on?” I whimpered frantically as I glanced over my shoulder. The headlights of a black SUV filled the rear window. Smash. My body jerked forward again. “Adrian!” I screamed. “Gun, get a gun.”

He offered and handed his pill to me, bringing a bright smile to my face. "Thanks bro." I thanked him, and he winked, rushing out. That was how he saved me, but I knew it was only a matter of time before my secret would be exposed. This was a dangerous path to tread—the type that would bring disaster and death at the end. It was that type of romance that has no happy ending. I knew this, and I should stay away. The best option was to kill her and save myself from falling harder, but my powers are weak in front of her.

" He leaned as he crashed his lips with her's whiwl Sara wanito say but Leo did not let her to speak. He ravished her like hungry lion making Sara smile as her lips were chewed on. Leo might be a little different from her but they fit perfectly with each other. They completed each other and fill the gap in their hearts. *l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l* The end. Excited for the next story. It will be a school Romance but different.

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“We have a winner.” I rub the back of my neck. “What I don’t understand is the motive.” Why would anyone willingly try to piss Damien off? Is it sensible? Absolutely not. It probably violates several universal laws of self-preservation. The only people I’ve ever seen survive doing it are his brother… and now his wife. Rhea. That’s her name, isn’t it? Honestly, she might be just as terrifying as her husband if she can get him this twisted up—and he can’t do a single thing about it.

“It’s… complicated.” “Complicated means hot,” she says, eyes sparkling. “It’s Damien Wolfe,” I mutter. Maya gasps so hard I’m afraid she might choke. “Mr. Penthouse?! Mr. Tall, dark, ruined-your-womb-with-a-glance Damien Wolfe?!” I groan. “You make it sound worse.” She grabs a pillow and clutches it dramatically. “Girl, you are playing with the kind of fire that burns souls. That man is a volcano in a suit.”

I didn’t hesitate. I pulled Fifty Shades of Grey first (cliché, yes, but I needed an entry point), then The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty by Anne Rice, Story of O, a slim volume called The New Topping Book just to balance it out, and two anthologies with titles like Bound Hearts and Surrender to Me. The stack felt heavy in my arms, like contraband. I carried them to the my corner and hid them under the table. I sat down, and opened the first book.

Val breaks the kiss just enough to breathe, his eyes still closed. She reaches out for him, wraps her hands around his shirt, pulls him back down to her lips and kisses him passionately her legs about give out from the intensity.. He catches her as her legs weaken, his arm banding around her waist. The kiss deepens-years of hunger meeting years of longing. His other hand threads through her hair, tilting her head back. He looks into her eyes and says Bedroom Now!! His voice is ragged against her lips. He guides her through the penthouse, past the floor-to ceiling windows where the city watches. Enzo follows, then settles outside the closed door a contented sigh-loyal, knowing his person is s

he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“