Books With Suspense And Romance Novels & Stories

She is smiling like she found something that just made her day. “What’s with the books?” Romy bounced onto the bed, “First, the romance book section in your library is awesome. We totally need to check it out together. Second, I got these pack law books. These are the first two of four.” I smiled. Of course, she had already gone to the library. Her weapon is her mind and sharp tongue. She uses them well, too. “Did you find something interesting?”

He lay vertical on the bed, his damp hair staining my white pillowcase, and I was sitting crossed-leg, facing him, studying the soft flush on his cheeks as he chewed on his roll. "We can't run away anymore," I said, finishing my breakfast. "VOGUE is already here." The weird bubble in my stomach appears again, the same warm feeling I felt when Lucas told me about his mother, when we were planning about our security and staff. It was the casualty of it that made me uneasy. Thankfully, my door bursts open, actually making me reconsider to elope instead. "It's already pas—" Chase stops short as he sees Lucas and I in bed together. His eyes grew in surprise and immediately narrowed in suspicion.

CASSANDRA The pulsing between my thighs just won’t go away. It’s been there since my lesson yesterday with Rhett, along with a tingling sensation like I’ve been transformed into a bubbling can of lemon seltzer. I press my legs together as I lounge on the green velvet chaise in my room. I’m reading a book Clarisse brought me from the outside world. It’s a romance novel entitledBuilt from Stoneabout a girl who goes hiking and gets caught in a storm, only to be rescued by a rough mountain man who takes her home to his cabin where…thingshappen.

It was scorching like a flame and if auras could be tasted, hers would definitely be bitter. I shuddered, walking over to the first aisle to check it out. The first book that caught my attention was Blood, Pawns and Obsession. It was a dark romance by Rylie Martin. I had one of my projects on hold because I wanted to read this book and get into the head of the psychotic male lead, so I would understand him better and be able to execute my plotline to my taste. The grin on my face unconsciously widened, and I brought the book to my nose, sniffing it in.

Sariel's point of view We're currently at the National Bookstore with Kaelyn and Aster. We only took one big cart, and Aster is the one pushing it. Thankfully, Aster shares the same vibes as me, while I have no idea what station Kaelyn is at. As for Aster and me, we're busy browsing through dark romance books, action and mystery thrillers, and, let's not forget, fantasy. "Hey, Ate Sera," Aster called, and she came to me, showing me a book. "Have you read this? Twisted Emotions and Twisted Pride?"

Touched and angry at the same time. Touched that he'd cared enough to think about what I'd want. Angry that he'd been planning my imprisonment. I pushed those complicated feelings aside and kept browsing. The fiction section was extensive. Mystery novels. Thrillers. Fantasy. Literary fiction. And romance novels. A whole shelf of them. I pulled one out, curious. The cover showed a shirtless man with tattoos and a woman in a provocative pose. Very dramatic. Very over-the-top. I flipped it over to read the back.

"Not recently, but yeah. A friend of mind passed some around last year. I've been reading her cast-offs." Which friend? And what kind of romance books? "I read a few." He shook his head. Lumen wrinkled her nose. "You have?" "Yeah, people sent all kinds of things in care packages. There were always a few romance books in the bins for us to pick through. I figured you always see women sitting by pools, relaxing and reading one. Maybe that's what I need?" "You seriously read one?" she asked. "I read...a dozen? They gave me too much anxiety. Too much will-they-won't-they, back-and-forth business. Too personal, too high stakes, too real for me to actually relax and read."

It was utterly breathtaking. After sitting and watching the view for a few moments, I decided to explore the books. My finger ran lazily along the moulded wooden shelves, reading the titles of the books to see if I recognized any. Many were antiques, some Italian and some English. There was a small section on cooking, a larger section on gardening and an even larger section on romance novels. I even found the karma sutra amongst what I can only classify as the ‘self help’ section, opening it and then quickly closing it in case Enzo or his mother entered the room.

Jayden walked among the bookcases, her eyes reading the titles and the authors of the books. Alexa had become lost in a world of fantasy, mystery, and (although she would deny it if anyone asked) romance. Her heart yearned for a connection like the ones she would read about, that total completeness that true love brought to its bearer, and it ached at the feeling of emptiness that echoed after that thought. The girls inside the bookstore remained completely unaware of the sinister presence that gazed upon them from across the empty street. Muddy eyes gleamed in ominous glee as they observed the redhead browsing books.

I leaned in a fraction of an inch, a teasing glint in my eyes, "I prefer classic literature. Russian realism, psychological thrillers. Dostoyevsky, Fitzgerald, Hemingway. I like substance." "Substance?!" Ruby mocked, completely offended. "Are you implying my romance novels don't have substance? Excuse you, but enemies-to-lovers tropes require intense psychological maneuvering! The angst! The tension! It's art, Alexander. Your little Russian thrillers have nothing on a slow-burn romance."