Best Romance Thrillers Novels & Stories

She said. "Come on this is not a marriage proposal, do you think my marriage proposal will be as lame as this? I can be very romantic when I want to be you know." I said and she laughed. "You? Romantic? Okay tell me, how will your marriage proposal be?" She asked. "You'll only get to find out if you accept to date me now so do you?" I asked. "I told you so." She said. "What?" "I told you back then remember? You said you weren't ever going to fall in love, I told you that you will and I'll be here to say I told you so when that happens." She said and I laughed.

Before Cassandra could realize it, she felt his lips on hers, it was soft, warm and made her body shiver with want. Cassandra felt on top of the world, it was like she was thrown into another world of nothing but pure ecstasy,her heart began to skip so fast. She could feel the touch of Dennis hands on her face, his lips still on hers as he kissed her passionately, his lips not letting go of hers.

He slammed into me nonstop until, with a guttural roar, he buried himself deep one final time and spilled into me, holding me close as our trembling bodies fused, lost in the same storm of passion. He collapsed beside me, panting. I lay there catching my breath, every nerve still buzzing. Damn. He was incredible. Never in my wildest thoughts did I imagine my quiet, efficient boss—the one who always saw me as just the secretary in corporate suits—would fuck me like this. And I already knew I wanted more. I caught him staring, and a soft smile curved my lips. “You fuck real good,” I whispered, still panting. He smirked, his gaze shamelessly glued to my chest. His hand slid over and closed arou

The driver opened the door, and Elias stepped out first, turning immediately to offer his hand to Grace. The moment her fingers slid into his iron grip, the camera shutters fired in a manic, overlapping rhythm that turned the night completely white. Elias pulled her close against his side, his large hand wrapping firmly around her waist, his fingers splaying over the heavy emerald silk of her gown. The physical proximity was absolute; their bodies brushed together with every step they took up the red carpet. To the cameras, it was a display of breathless, high-society romance. To Grace, it was a beautifully staged cage match.

We fucked like that for a long time— passionate, possessive, romantic. The rivalry with Sophia and Brady was only making us need each other more.

Elena let out a long, agonized scream that turned into a sob of pure, white-hot pleasure as Jax slid home. The double penetration was a violent, beautiful collision of flesh. She was stretched to the absolute breaking point, her body a bridge between the two men who had spent their lives fighting over her. Jax and Roman found a synchronized rhythm, their bodies moving in a frantic, wet percussion. "You like that, don't you?" Jax growled, his hands digging into her hips to pull her harder onto his cock. "You like being a toy for your two favorite enemies." "Yes," she sobbed, her vision blurring as the pleasure became too much to process. "Oh god, yes. Harder. Fill me."

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.

The draft from the open vault door reaches the flame, and the flame bends once, twice, and then it is gone, and the chapel is dark, and the ledger sits in its hidden cavity beneath the granite altar stone, and the pages are still open to the authorization code that will burn the Armenise syndicate to the ground. Domenico sets the notebook on the writing desk by the window. He does not let go of my jaw. His other hand finds my hip, and the touch is deliberate and slow, the same deliberate slowness he brought to our second night, the slowness of a man who has decided that urgency is for people who do not know what they want. He knows what he wants. I know what I want. The knowing is terrifying

“Of course I do, I preferably love the enemies-to-lovers trope; it had to be one of my favorites. I’ve read the Off-campus series and am in the progress of reading the Briar – U series.” “So you’ve read the mistake?” she questioned raising her eyebrows. “Where Grace had faked her pleasure to Logan and it destroyed his ego, inevitably.” I laughed; it was a funny book. “And the rest-“ “The risk? The fake dating between Brenna and Jake. Yeah, there’s had the cutest romance; after Garett and Hannah. Always will be number one in my books.” “Stop following me, Jax.” “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulm

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