Fighter Romance Book Novels & Stories

The rug was a lost cause, and so was I. Ava traced lazy circles on my stomach. “Still catching the morning train?” I laughed, raw. “Changed my plans. Indefinitely.” Ethan pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “Good. We’re just warming up.” Liam’s hand slid between my thighs, teasing. “Chapter two starts at dawn.” I closed my eyes, sated and aching and already wet again. The lodge smelled of sex and pine and possibility. Outside, the mountain stood silent. Inside, three bodies curled closer, ready to write the next scene on my skin.

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.”

“I will burn this town to the ground if I have to.” She placed a hand on his arm. Not strategic. Not planned. Instinct. “We’ll do it together.” His eyes shifted to hers. Something raw lived there now. Fear. For the first time, she saw it clearly. And it did something to her chest she didn’t expect. “This is my fault,” he said quietly. “No,” she replied immediately. “This is war.” A beat. “And they just made it personal.” Outside, snow began falling harder against the windows. Inside, the fire crackled in a room that suddenly felt too small.

One evening, Elena sat alone in the safe house, scrolling through messages when an anonymous text arrived: “You’re not as safe as you think. Watch your back.” Her heart raced. The war had come home. When Luca returned, he found her pale and shaken. “We’re running out of time,” she said. “Ryan’s ghosts are everywhere.” He nodded grimly. “Then we make the next move. We bring the fight to them.” ⸻ The final pages of this chapter were written in adrenaline and whispered plans, a countdown to the storm gathering on the horizon. Luca and Elena knew that victory would come at a price—perhaps the highest price of all.

#Romance #Thrilling #Suspense #Action #Dramas This is going to be the best of best so don't miss any part. @Authoress Ricky Be expecting this next week readers. I love you all💓💓 Here is a blurb about the book

By the time anyone figured out the truth, the damage would already be done. She leaned back, sipping wine, the screen's glow reflecting in her eyes. > “You wanted to play with fire, Serena? Let’s see how you handle the burn.” --- Damien’s Penthouse – Next Morning Neither of them had slept. Serena sat at the edge of the couch, blanket around her shoulders, scrolling in silence. Damien stood by the window, sleeves rolled up, shirt rumpled, his jaw clenched as he read headline after headline. > “FAKE LOVE: Serena Vale’s Rise Built on Lies”

She pushed me back onto the sofa, her hands inching toward the waistband of my jeans. Still locked in a passionate kiss, my hand ventured beneath her shirt, while my foot urged her legs apart. Her shallow breaths resonated in my ears, laced with need and desire. I could feel my cock throbbing against her thigh, aching for her touch. The earlier phone call had soured my mood, but the sight of her rekindled my spirits instantly.

I felt the friction of him stretching me, the heat of our bodies clashing in the dark. "Ohhh... yesss... right there," I breathed, my fingers digging into his back. "Faster... please, James... faster." "Quiet," he warned, though his own breathing was becoming a wreck. He increased the pace, his thrusts becoming deeper and more frantic. The bed was creaking softly, and every time it did, my heart jumped. I was terrified someone would hear the rhythmic thud of his body against mine, the wet slaps of skin on skin, but the danger was making the pleasure even more intense. It was a heavy, pulsing fire in my blood.

Now this story is all about Amber and Ivan aka Liam. You will able to see a glimpse of Rose and Joseph after the wedding life. If you are new here, You can also try my book " My Step Daddy". Warning ⚠️ This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. The book is Dark Romance and has some trigger scenes if you are not comfortable. Do not read. All copyrights belong to @ Flying Soul 🦋. Do not copy.

He is ruthless and heartless. ______________________________________________ Damon was sitting on the bed mentally cursing at his faith... Cursing that he just got married to his brother's girlfriend and love... The same girl who gave his brother so much pain... Now that which is his wife... He was waiting for her to come... So he could start her journey of hell. But little did he know he indeed got married but not with Liliana Miller but with Luciana Miller... An unknown broken Angel... Luciana slowly opened the knob of the room and again closed it after entering the room. But froze against the door.