Good Romantic Thriller Books Novels & Stories

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 scent of lilies hit her before he entered her room. Vito moved in with a heavy stack of hardcovers balanced under one arm and a bouquet in the other. Milan’s heart gave a traitorous skip at the sight of the romance books. She didn't think for a second why he would buy her books. She was just so happy he did. For weeks, her world had been nothing but blue-light strain and scrolling through sterile PDFs for her online courses. She craved the weight of a story in her hands, the smell of old paper, the feeling of a world she could close and put away whenever she chose.

“If someone wanted to… uhmmm do something nice. For a woman.” Her eyes widened so fast I almost regretted speaking. “Oh my God,” she whispered dramatically. “You’re asking me for romance advice.” “I’m not asking technically “ “You are.” She pointed at me. “You absolutely are.” I glared. She didn’t care. Her grin only got wider. “Fine,” she said, putting the papers aside. “The fact that you’re even asking means you’re in deeper than I thought.” “Just answer the question.” “What kind of ‘nice’ are we talking about?” she asked. “Breakfast tray? A note? Something thoughtful? Something small? Something sentimental?”

He just shut the door behind him and began gesturing into the room, his eyes dragging across every inch of her body. Isadora’s body quivered from within, the look in his eyes stirring up something rough and dangerous within her. But she shut it out. Because… she couldn’t be dripping or desiring him again, like he and his brother didn’t fucking ruin her body like she was theirs to greedily ravish. “So, you are into stuff like this?” Damian asked, raising the book that she was reading. It was a dark romance, and the title was enough introduction about what the book contained.

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

He moves his head lower and lower until his breath is ghosting over my skin. I don't know what takes over me. Instead of pulling away, I find myself arching my back, moving my chest closer toward his face, practically offering myself to him. He stops, looking up at me with a smirk that is both cruel and beautiful. "Well, aren't you such a dirty little slut?" he asks. The words hit me like a slap, forcing me to close my eyes and shake my head in shame. "I guess you don’t want to be faithful anymore, right? You’ve been wasting your breath talking about being faithful to a husband who doesn't even deserve you. So why are you surrendering to me now? Is this not just proof of how much you can’t r

She mumbled in confusion, she decided to do something else for passing the time but she didn't had much to do, she started to sharpen her Blades and knifes, cleaned her guns but still got bored after finishing that, sighing she decided to read books once again thinking not every aisle will contain romantic books, she entered the library and started looking for books but all of them turned out to be love Stories, finally she found one book which she thought she can read to pass the time. Damian was watching her actions sitting in his office through cameras grinning evilly, last night when he saw her reading thriller genre he texted jack to replace all the books with erotic stories, he wanted

Then take all this to the table, decorating it with a beautiful red rose. “They're ready,” I tell him excitedly, he gets up from the couch without any expression, throws his book at the couch and it falls on the floor, so I go for it and take it in my hands. I was honestly expecting to find a science or medicine book, but what I found was a cute fairy tale book. I just smiled when I saw different classic stories in this book, like Sleeping Beauty, Little Red Riding Hood, Sleeping Beauty, and Cinderella, but the doctor called me so I had to put him on the couch. “Miss Jefferson, present me your dish.” He tells me very seriously, while he thinks he is a chef.

Catherine opens the door and walks in. ​"I'm back, Victor." Catherine places a peck on his cheek. Victor does not respond. Just stares at the screen. Catherine married Victor immediately they graduated from the university. Victor gave off bad guy vibes which she fell in love with. Someone different from the good third generation billionaire guys her parents tried to set her up with. Now he just looks like a wearing out grandfather. Where did that guy she fell in love with during her university days go to? ​"What are you thinking about that you can't even welcome me?" Catherine asks as she sits on one of the comfy chairs. Catherine looks around the office dominated with mahogany shelves of cr

I smirked, leaning closer, letting the heat of my gaze settle on her. Our noses touched, and her warm breath feathered across mine. She raised her arms, wrapping them around my shoulders to pull me closer, desperate to close the distance. But I stayed still, solid and unyielding, letting my other hand glide beneath her neck, caressing her collarbone and the top curve of her chest, teasingly and possessively. “What… what’s happening?” she whispered, her lips trembling, wanting to meet mine. “Nothing,” I murmured, shoving my thumb gently into her mouth. “Look at yourself… you’re so erotic when you suck my thumb.”