Novel & Cerita Best Romantic Thriller Books

Alexander’s hand brushed mine behind my back, a secret touch. Sophia’s threat hung over everything. And the blackmailer’s deadline was ticking closer. We were running out of time. And I had no idea how this was going to end.

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

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.

Her small body trembled violently, caught in the throes of a powerful release that lasted for several long moments. Luciano followed her shortly after, a low roar escaping him as he came deep inside her, spilling everything he had into her core until he was completely spent. They lay in the heavy silence of the aftermath, limbs tangled and breathing ragged. As their eyes met, Rosa thought she glimpsed something different in his gaze—something unusual, unlike any of the other times they had sex. But before she could dismiss the thought as a hazy illusion born of the moment, he claimed her mouth again. He slammed his lips against her parted lips, molding them in a perfect, rhythmic fit. His to

At Ava’s bra which barely contained her massive tits, Liam’s undone jeans, Ethan’s bare chest and heavy briefs. “It’s my deepest, dirtiest fantasy. I want…I want in.” Liam’s eyes darkened. He sat up, easing Ava off his lap with gentle hands. He crossed the room in two strides, stopping close enough that I smelled cedar and heat. His thumb bruId a melting snowflake from my jaw. “Then let tonight be the story you keep for yourself,” he said. “No readers. Just us.” Ava was already moving, bare feet silent. I stopped behind me, fingers tugging the hem of my sweater. “Arms up.”

"H-However, the private plane crashed… and Ms. Rosanna and Mr. Mario's whereabouts are unknown." Luciano stiffened and subconsciously took a step back. Even the hairs on his body seemed to be trembling as he said, "Did you just say that the plane crashed?" At the same time, Sofia's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets in shock. "Hold on, who did you say was on a plane that crashed? Is it Luciano's secret girlfriend?" After glancing at Luciano, Stefano replied quietly, "Yes. Her name is Rosanna."

She didn’t just take the two pills; she bit down tightly on his finger. Her soft, wet, burning tongue gently grazed, licking inch by inch around his fingertip, slowly and provocatively. It was a deliberate act, brimming with sensual undertones and possessiveness, instantly solidifying the air in the room into extreme tension. Aaron jolted, a current of searing electricity streaking through his brain, but the seasoned criminal detective’s instincts kept his face perfectly impassive. He stared deep into her eyes, filled with vulgar provocation, then decisively yanked his finger from the hot, moist cavity, sliding past the deliberately lingering soft tongue.

The look of a cornered animal choosing the less dangerous predator. ‎ ‎Good. Let him choose me. ‎ ‎Roman thought he could take what was mine. He was wrong. ‎Elias Hart pressed the pen down— ‎ ‎The office doors barged open. ‎Three masked men. Guns raised. Roman didn't seem surprised at their appearance. Which I knew they were his already. ‎ ‎"Drop the pen down," Roman said, voice terrifyingly cold. "Or my brother loses his new pet." ‎ ‎I didn't move. Unbothered by Roman.

“This marriage isn’t real.” His eyes narrowed slightly, his head tilting to the side as he smirked at me. “It’s real enough to make them want to burn you for it.” Something in his tone…. that cold, possessive edge made my pulse skip. I hated it. I hated that a part of me felt safer under his danger than I ever did in my sister’s shadow. The phone buzzed again, drawing our attention to it. It was another headline flashing across the screen. ‘Summer Rodriguez: The Woman Who Fooled the World.’

It was Damian Knight’s voice when he said, “You belong to me.” Because a part of her believed him. And a darker part didn’t want to argue. She stood restlessly and wandered the room. Her fingers trailed along the bookshelves. Most were hardbound. Thick, glossy, untouched. Titles like Power & Play, Behavioral Strategy, and Psychology of Loyalty. One book was crooked. She tilted her head. It was the only one not aligned with the rest. She reached out. Pulled it. Nothing happened. No secret door. No dramatic reveal.