Best Thriller Romance Books Novels & Stories

And I was caught between two devils, one who ruined my past and another who threatened my future. I stood, pacing the narrow room. My reflection in the window showed a woman I barely recognized, poised, cold, in control. But inside, I was unraveling. Every plan I had built was suddenly unstable because of a single kiss. Because for one reckless moment, Damien Cole hadn’t felt like the enemy. He had felt like a man. And worse… he had made me feel like a woman again. I pressed my palm to the glass, staring out at the city lights that bled into the rain-soaked night.

“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.’

My breath came in ragged, shallow pants, my skin tingling with anticipation. And then—his mouth hovered just above my core. His breath was hot. Dangerous. “Please,” I whispered, my entire body trembling. Damian stilled. Then—a slow, dark chuckle. “Please stop…” His hands tightened on my thighs. “Or please continue?”

BELLA Whoever said romance and disaster never mix had never really experienced both on the same day. One time I was with Adonis, wrapped in his scent. The next, I was in a hellhole, being tortured. “You do realise he’ll kill you, right?” I spat as the others walked out, leaving the scarred man, the one who’d cut the straps of my dress, to keep an eye on me. He brought the stool in front of my chair and sat with one leg over the other. Tilting his head, he scoffed, “He won’t kill me and he will give into my bargain.”

But even as she spoke her mind flickered to **Brock**-what would he be doing, thinking about the quiet confidence that had drawn her to him in the first place? Meanwhile, Jasmine ever the sassy one among her sisters had been captivated by a travel writer who spoke to her about different places; the man was filled with life and vigor. Yet as she laughed along, she just could not help but think of Alexander. Alexander had stirred something in her, a feeling of mystery and danger, coursing through her heart, until he lay next to her, coursing in her very soul. But was she the only woman feeling this about him? A flicker of jealousy emerged with the thought and she quickly brushed aside the feel

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Cassian’s fingers traced my bottom lip, smearing something warm across my chin. Blood. Not mine. His voice was a low purr against my trembling mouth. “Now,” he murmured. “You’re finally mine.” The light flickered. The shadows moved. And then— That was it. Blackness consumed the room. Darkness swallowed us whole. THE END THANK YOU FOR FOLLOWING THIS SERIES TO THE VERY END. Author I*******m @agkbooks

My thIghs pressed together, the ache between them pulsing, wet, demanding. His hand moved In slow circles, warm, coaxing. My lips parted. A soft moan escaped before I could hold it back. I leaned into it, almost whispering hIs name—though I never dared sayIit aloud. The man I wanted wasn’t the man I was marrIed to. ThIs fantasy, thIs hunger, was the only part of me Matteo hadn’t crushed. Here, In my Imagination, I could feel alive. “Ma Liane…”

Axel’s voice, low and rough from the running water, broke the silence. “You know it’s the truth,” he purred, his fingers trailing over my face. “Tell me you feel it too.” Yes, I did. I fucking felt the same way and even stronger. But it was dangerous. Axel wasn’t just an ordinary man that could love me without obstacles breaking in. He had enemies, and my sister… she could come back anytime, ending the passionate relationship I’d found. Another thing—he had a lover that could rip every single hair off my head. I hadn’t even begun the relationship with him, and I was already facing the heat of the action.

He ran the blade down my cheek with slow, measured movements, the cold metal grazing my skin just lightly enough to make me shiver. A jagged, sharp thrill of fear and exhilaration coursed through me, mixing with the heat in my chest. His touch was like fire and ice at once—an electric burn that made me both want to run and pull him closer, all at the same time. The knife moved lower, dragging a soft line down my neck, and I couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped me. The feeling of it was raw, dangerous, like being on the edge of something wild and uncontrollable.