I Need Romance 3 Novels & Stories

On the day the college entrance exam results are released, I rank first in the entire province. A top student from another school, Heather Cliffton, publicly reports me for cheating on the Englorian exam. She says, "Someone who's never scored above 145 points in Englorian could never have a higher total score than I do." My seatmate, Louis Henderson, steps forward as a witness. He says, "She copied my answer sheet during every exam." The Department of Education launches an investigation, and my admission to a top-tier university is put on hold. My mother cries all night. My father is nearly fired from his job. The entire internet brands me as a cheater. During a livestream, Heather chokes back tears and says, "I just want justice for myself." I am about to explain when she adds, "If the one who scores 145 points in Englorian can sit down and pass an Englorian college entrance exam paper on the spot, I'll kneel down and apologize." I smile. I'm a Canalian-track student. I don't even take the Englorian paper in the college entrance exams.

Some desires are beautiful. Some are unpredictable. And some just simply cross the line. This book is a collection of passionate, heart stopping romance stories filled with forbidden attraction, dark secrets, irresistible chemistry, and desires that cannot be ordinary. From brooding family members to work enemies who can't stay away from each other, each story will pull you deeper into a world where desire burns hot, hearts are put on the line, and every release comes at a price. One hundred stories. One hundred obsessions. Countless reasons to blow caution to the wind.

One night of reckless passion One night of sinful encounter One night of a steamy adventure. This was all Sabine said to herself as she walked into the popular sex club in her city with a masked identity as she gave herself away to a mysterious man for the night. What she doesn't know? This man is no ordinary man, he is the king of the Italian crime syndicate and America's infamous murderer. It was supposed to be a night of sinful escape ,of reckless pleasure but she has slept with Dominic Vitello, the man her father made the mistake of crossing. Now Dominic does not want revenge,he demands it and he has come to take it in the form of the one person he cannot seem to forget, the daughter of the police that led bus arrest, Sabine. Caught between two worlds, Sabine cannot help but feel for the one man she is supposed to hate with all her heart. He is diagnosed as a sociopath, someone who is incapable of human emotions except rage but for some reason, the dark haired beauty he has captive in his mansion has him spiralling as emotions hit him, something his doctor said could never happen. In the house she is held captive in, Sabine discovers a lot of secrets about her past- the police officer is not her father, and draws closer to the man that holds her captive, finding freedom in his toxic embrace.

Five officers involved in a joint operation find love and babies with younger women in this compilation of interconnected stories and characters.

Her first orgasm was a bet…. ———- “Spread wider for me, Carter." He growled against my throat. My traitorous legs parted. "This doesn't mean I forgive you, Grey." "Fuck—" His fingers pushed inside me. "That only makes me crave you more." "I hate you—" "Hate me all you want, Carter. Just soak me while you do it." --- Lethally hot hockey star and billionaire heir, Lexter Gray, was supposed to hook up with the campus outcast and walk away laughing. One cruel bet with the girl everyone calls Four-eyes. Sloane Carter has spent her whole life hiding behind oversized sweaters and thick glasses. But Lexter didn't expect the kiss to feel real. And Sloane didn't know it was a lie. When she returns to the pool that night to grab her forgotten sweater… she hears everything. The bet. The laughter. The truth. Heartbroken, Sloane nearly drowns in Lexter's pool… saved by the same boy who destroyed her. She swore she'd erase him. But now they're paired together for the project of the season. Forced to face the tension together. She hates that she ever let him touch her. He hates that he can't forget what she tastes like. Then the glasses come off. The oversized sweaters disappear. And everyone at Passion can see what Lexter's been silently craving. When his charming brother starts flirting with Sloane, Lexter begins to lose control. He realizes, too late, that he'd already fallen for his hot nerd. Now he'll do anything to win her back. And Sloane? If he expects her to roll over like his other puck bunnies, he's in for a shock. And what happens when Lexter discovers that his hot nerd didn't just steal his heart. She stole something far worse? ⚠️Not your sweet college romance… Explicit content. Dark themes. Broken people.

“These sharp lips," he growls against my throat, grazing his teeth on my pulse, "they already cost me my soul. And now they'll moan my name...." his hand drags down my waist, gripping it harder as it finds its way to my bare throbbing core. "and learn exactly who they belong to." ******* One brother owns her future. The other is addicted to her ruin. Meeka Clemson is engaged to marry Nathaniel DeWitt, the golden billionaire heir her family chose, the man she's secretly loved for years. But one reckless mistake changes everything. One forbidden night with a stranger she should never have touched. A man who held her like he intends to keep her. Slade is everything she shouldn't want. He's dark, obsessive, reckless and dangerous. And worst of all? He's Nathaniel's older brother. Slade doesn't believe in restraint. He doesn't believe in sharing. And once he tastes Meeka, he refuses to let go. Now every stolen touch becomes a betrayal. Every secret meeting pulls her deeper into the obsession. And the closer the wedding gets, the more ruthless Slade becomes, willing to destroy his brother, his family, and even his own name just to claim her. Now Meeka is trapped between duty and desire, safety and sin. Between the man she's meant to marry, and the man who will burn the world before letting her walk away. Because Slade doesn't do mercy. He does destruction, he possesses. And he'll stop at nothing until she's his. *********** TRIGGER WARNING!!🔞🔞 This book contains explicit sexual scenes, obsession, morally grey characters, toxic desires, raw emotions, family dramas, dark romance themes, and psychological tension. Stay off or get burned. Just kidding! Dive dive in and enjoy the fire.😉😉

He is a 10 but he is a decade older than me, my brother’s best friend, a therapist who wants to counsel me and... he likes to hurt little girls like me. “What were you doing this morning?” “I was meditating.” He is right. I am a terrible liar. Aiden raised his eyebrows. “Is that so?” He waited for my answer, crossing his arms over his chest. I got distracted by the way his biceps bulged. He noticed me staring. I glanced down at my lap, twiddling my thumbs. “Y-yes, Doctor Aiden, I was meditating and I-I focused on my breath like you taught me—” “Why are you lying to me, Ivy?” My head snapped at him. “I-I am not lying.” Aiden tilted his head and my throat went dry when he said, “Then why did I hear your voice moaning my name when you orgasmed with your fingers inside you?" He is her first love. She is his best friend's little sister. Will a chance reunion lead to true love? I was a good girl. An honor student. A dutiful daughter, sister and a sweet girlfriend to my boyfriend until I found him in my best friend’s bed. I didn’t want goody-two-shoe nice boys who gave me empty promises. What I wanted was a man who wouldn’t hurt me. When I found my brother’s best friend, Aiden Stone, with only a towel around his hot Greek body dripping wet from a shower, I decided that what I wanted, what I had been wanting for years, was him. The only problem? He is a decade older than me, my brother’s best friend, a therapist who wants to counsel me and... he likes to hurt little girls like me.

I spent five years chasing Tyler Watson, only to get kidnapped right in front of him. He just stood there and watched. As a result, I suffered. After I escaped, he acted all high and mighty and proposed to make up for his tiny bit of guilt. The second we got our marriage certificate, the Simp System’s voice rang in my head. “Congrats, host! You’ve completed your mission.” Just like that, my sanity finally returned. While Tyler waited in a hotel for me to bring him contraceptives, I went live to expose his cheating. For good measure, I even called the anti-vice office to report my dear husband for soliciting prostitutes.

Five years ago, my girlfriend, Stacie Garcia, got crippled in an attempt to save me. Out of guilt, I stayed by her side and took on all the hardest grunt work so that I could use all of the money I've earned on her. But when I'm in the middle of cleaning a Porsche's dealership, I witness Stacie flirting with another young man there. To my shock, she's even standing without any problems. Stacie tells the man in a generous manner, "Which car do you have your eye on? I'll buy you any car no matter how expensive it is as long as you like it!"

I had been married to Derek for six years, and we had a three-year-old son. He was poor, earning only $2,000 a month, but I had no complaints; I took care of everything at home for him. After getting dinner on the table for the whole family, I finally had a minute to check my phone. A video popped up on my feed: a twenty-two-year-old girl from a rural area whose hands, roughened by years of hard labor, looked like they belonged to a sixty-two-year-old woman. I looked down at my own hands, just as worn and scarred, and stared at them blankly before tapping into the comments. I expected people to feel bad for her. However, to my surprise, the comments section was flooded with a single sentiment: "Why would anyone marry a penniless loser?" One of the top-liked comments came from a couple; in their photo, they were pictured holding hands—fingers tightly intertwined—with the girl sporting a massive diamond ring. The accompanying caption read: "A man who truly loves you would never bear to let you suffer." I felt a pang of envy. Given the choice, who wouldn't want a glamorous life? As I was about to close the app, I accidentally tapped on the couple's photo, enlarging it. In the background, previously too blurry to make out, was a face I recognized. It looked exactly like my husband, Derek Sterling. I froze, and almost against my will, I tapped into the account's profile. Post after post of lavish photos of them together flooded my screen. And then I saw him clearly. The scar above his brow, the one he got when a shelf fell on him while protecting me, was still plainly visible. It was my husband. It was Derek.