Novel & Cerita Gothic Romance Novels

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“She’ll probably spend the whole holiday in here if you let her.” I walked the aisles slowly, trailing my fingers over the books. Classics. Thrillers. A whole section of contemporary romance—Mirabel’s doing, mostly. She’d started collecting them in high school, said they were “escapist but smart.” I’d never read them. Too many happy endings. Too much hope wrapped in pretty words. I pulled one down at random. Dark cover, brooding man in a suit, and title written in gold foil: Claimed by the Billionaire. I snorted softly, then slid it back.

At the bottom of the shelf, though, were a handful of romance novels—in English, no less. I pulled out a historical romance by a favorite author of mine. I hadn’t read this one, and I’d already finished the one romance I’d brought with me. I was a total bore and preferred to read printed books still. Probably because they smelled nice. If e-readers could let out a puff of new-book scent, though, I’d buy one in a heartbeat. “The Seduction of Miss Emily Morris,” Olivier read over my shoulder. “That rather gives the plot away, no?”

“I haven’t even met him.” “Exactly!” she shouted. “That’s worse! Falling for someone you’ve never seen is peak disaster energy.” “I’m not falling for anyone.” “Good.” She pointed at me again. “Because emotional damage is expensive. And I know you. You fall for men with mystery, danger, and cheekbones sharp enough to stab you.” “I do not!” “You SO do.” Mira narrowed her eyes. “And this man sounds like he invented cheekbones.” I let out a breath and slung my bag over my shoulder. “I’ll be okay. I promise.”

Adeline - Carlisle had a way of making the air thinner when he was near, as if he siphoned off the oxygen just enough to leave me breathless. Not in the romantic way they write about in those novels with swollen-chested men on the covers. This was more insidious. A velvet noose—soft, inexorable, tightening with every whispered endearment. A slow deprivation I was too stupid to notice until my vision started to blur around the edges.

⚠️🔞 TRIGGER WARNINGS (DARK ROMANCE): ⚠️🔞 This is a DARK ROMANCE book with heavy, raw, and non-traditional themes. It contains highly sensitive content that some readers may find uncomfortable, triggering, or disturbing. This includes, but is not limited to: Domestic abuse and physical violence Forced marriage and extreme possessiveness Non-consensual/forced sexual situations and breeding themes Explicit sexual content (18+) Very strong language and toxic dynamics

“Everything is perfect. I simply prefer consistency. And I enjoy our conversations. Do you mind if you stay a little longer today? I would like the company while you work.” I hesitated for only a second. “I can stay for a while. As long as I finish my other rooms on time.” He smiled and gestured toward the seating area. “Take your time. Talk to me while you work. Tell me what you are reading for your literature classes right now.” I started with the bed, pulling the sheets tight while answering. “We are studying gothic romance this week. Stories full of secrets and dangerous attractions. The kind where the heroine knows she should stay away but cannot.”

It was a promise to love and protect, to cherish and nurture the flame that burned brightly in our hearts. A surge of passion and desire ignited between us. The air crackled with an electric energy, and I could feel the intensity building as our lips drew closer. Unable to resist the magnetic pull, our mouths met in a searing, passionate kiss. It was a union of souls, a melding of two hearts that beat as one. Our tongues danced in a passionate rhythm, exploring the depths of each other's desires. He bit my lips and sucked my blood from them, grabbing my hair.

Rose chuckled to herself at that thought, it would have to be one hell of a man. Arriving at the academy Rose saw Madame Blanchard talking with another lady by the main courtyard, this must be Madame Gruage. She was shocked to see this lady in what... breeches?! They made her look slimmer and showed off her shape more than any imagination needed. She had long raven black hair braided down her back and wore a blouse tucked into her pant-breeches with what looked like riding boots. Instantly Rose reconsidered her choice of attire, she was not at all dressed for riding! Now more nervous than ever, her carriage pulled up to deliver her to whatever awaited with this woman.

Watching her wake up has become one of my new favorite pastimes and I don’t want to miss it this morning, although she won’t wake up for another couple hours at least; she’s a night creature. I get up and walk back into the bedroom. Stopping at the foot of the bed, I laugh softly as I see the three of them tangled up in each other’s limbs. I then proceed to our library nook in another corner of our room, sit in my favorite chair, and pull out the romance novel I started to read last night. It is a good one. A story about an author who gets a movie deal and gets tangled up with the three male actors who audition to play characters in her book.