Novel & Cerita Mc Club Romance Novels

"No, no, no, I don't want to implant a bomb on the toilet later." "I'll still eat some though. C'mon, let's go." Then we went out of the campus dorm after fixing a few more stuff left. While we were walking, Toma noticed something from a distance and talked to me. "Damn. Yuji, I can't believe she's dating Duke." He said, quickly pointing at some place and there I saw Cami with her boyfriend Duke.

#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

Rico has spent months resisting the urge to ruin his personal assistant. Sweet, untouched, and completely off-limits—until now. Seeing her in his club, bathed in red light, eyes wide as she takes in the depravity around her, is the final straw. She doesn’t have to speak; he can see it in her face, in the way her breath catches. She’s curious. Tempted. Desperate for someone to show her just how good sin can feel. And he’s done pretending it won’t be him.

Here are a few things to put you at ease (mainly confusions and insights). Moreover, the beginning chapters are longer to keep you hooked and to let you decide easily. • Insights: 1) This is a mafia, billionaire romance. But definitely the author is not playing with cliche of abducting and falling in love with the kidnapper. 2) There is no Stockholm syndrome or rape at all, personally I don't like writing it. The female protagonist won't be forced to do anything.

I held his broad shoulder and, “Hi I’m Chloe. What your name?” “Hmmm, I am Vin” He smiled, OH white set of teeth, mint breathe, and redish lips. I kissed him on his side of his lips and went inside. I am laying on one of the bed in this club and remembered Vin, his biceps, his broad shoulders, his toned body, his perfect jaw line, his eyes, and his seductive lips. I started to caress my thighs, then to my abdomen, and then slowly thrust my left hand inside my satin shorts trying to feel my wetness, why am I so turned on to him? As I pushed my fingers in, I promised to myself that this night won’t end without sleeping with him.

Luca pulled out an old folder, its pages yellowed and filled with hurried notes. — His name is Marcus. He’s the one who’s saved them so far, but at a cost. — What cost? — In this world, nothing is free. Especially when you’re caught between the city’s mafia and those who want to control everything. Elena opened the folder. Photos, names, dates. Stories that tore at your soul. — And where is Marcus now? Luca looked around to make sure no one overheard. — Missing. Like Emily. But he left traces.

**The Marriage Clause** (Chapter Eighteen) Part Two The club was fully packed to the brim and Elizabeth had to squeeze past a few people before she finally got to the bar, Marcus on the other hand was finding it way harder as it had been a long time since he attended a club—by a long time he meant since his early college years,ever since he got his degree his life was fully thrown into ranching and he totally forgot one of the good pleasures of life—dancing with strangers to great music.

mature audiences only 18+! contains an age gap, dark romance, explicit sexual content/ scenes, crime, light BDSM, gunplay, murder/violence, etc. Some situations will not be suitable for all readers. Read at your own discretion* Deacon Another week has flown by in the blink of a fücking eye, since my last date with Myla. It feels like I haven't seen her in months, though.

The unfair little mate bond pulls us closer. Wanting to comfort each other. Max purred, unable to resist, and I released my pheromone. It urges us even more and my hands travel to his pants. “Are you sure?” He looks me in the eye. I rip his pants off, not in the mood to talk. “Clarissa” “Let’s just give the mate bond what it wants” I moaned out, my pussy soaking wet. He smashed his lips onto mine, the passion burning bright.

The city felt restless that night, Lights flickered across rain-damp streets, passing cars splashed through shallow puddles, and everything carried a hum — quiet, dangerous and expectant but Leya Anderson didn’t rush through it She moved with the slow certainty of someone who knew exactly where she needed to be. For weeks she had followed Samuel Blackwood’s routines, keeping her distance while learning every flaw in his carefully curated armor Meetings that went on longer than they should have. Indulgences he thought no one noticed the weaknesses he disguised as confidence and tonight, the path she’d mapped out led her straight to The Velvet Room — a club that promised exclusivity and delive