Mob Romance Novels & Stories

He rubbed his shin, where I just kicked him while gaping at his idiocy. “Seriously! How can you even say that? Erotica basically means fucking anyone within a 10 meters radius! Romance means it has a storyline and the characters are faithful!” I explained to him, flailing my hands around me. “O-kay... I’ll pretend I understood that.” Dodging another kick, he rose from his chair and began putting his books back inside his bag. “I need to head back now. Mom had a night-and-day shift, so I have to cook dinner. See you on Monday!”

“That wasn’t for them.” My breath hitched. “I know,” I whispered. “That’s what scares me.” He didn’t respond, not with words. He looked at me so intently it almost felt like an answer. And then my phone buzzed violently on the nightstand like the world was done giving us space. I reached for it, blinking against the notifications flashing back. WOLF GALA ROMANCE SPARKS CONTROVERSY! HUMAN MATE OR PACK PROBLEM? Is Lord Marrock Serious or Staged?

His lips brushing against my ear Our hearts beat as one I smile as tears of joy escape my eyes "Roman," I whisper. Love in my voice. "I love you too." Roman's lips meet mine. Soft and gentle. Our kiss sends shivers down my spine. Time stands still. The world fades leaving only us lost in our love. Roman's lips devour mine. Passion explodes between us. Our confession ignites an uncontrollable fire within us. We stumble to the ground together. Hands roaming, clothes shed Skin to skin. Our bodies entwined. Roman's touch sends shivers down my spine.

Malia His text seemed to call out to me. My thumb hovered over the screen. I should have just ignored him and should’ve tossed my phone across the room and buried myself in assignments or music or literally anything else that doesn't include continuing the conversation. But my pulse began to race with anticipation, with Maverick, you could never be certain. Before I could talk myself out of it, I hit video call. The ringing barely lasted two seconds before his face filled the screen. Maverick was sprawled across his bed, shirtless just like in the photo he had sent and on his face was a lazy and satisfied grin, like he knew he’d already won.

"I'm sorry, but I just don't understand the logic. The world I come from is completely different from yours. After the stipulated three months, what's next? Do you even have the intention of letting me go home? When you were talking about Florence earlier, I saw your face, Luca. You don't have the intention of letting me go anytime soon. Let's stop this senseless game." I smirked in amusement, brushing back a straying hair away from her temple. Her eyes flickered with confusion and defiance, and I could sense the turmoil within her. I leaned down, my lips close to her ear, and whispered in a low, possessive tone, "You got me. I don't intend to let you go. You belong to me, and you are going

The car was silent for almost a minute before Anthony started to speak. “The fourth rule shall be; us displaying public affection but being ourselves in private.” “PDAs? Like what?” “Hugging, holding hands, and kissing.” I almost choked on my spit at the last thing he said. He wanted to actually do romantic things in public, with me. “K-kissing?” Anthony nodded with a look as if I was supposed to know about the rule. “We will need to do those things in public to deceive people. People on social media are smart, babe. They can sense bullshit from just posting one word. I said this before, Sandy. So, yes. The fourth rule will be; romance in public, friendship in private.”

"It's just a wedding, Miles. Is it really worth all this drama? If it matters that much to you, we'll have it after the baby's born. Same difference. "The guys on the side don't mean anything. They're just distractions. You're the only husband I'll ever have." She reached up and traced her fingers along my jaw, her voice softening just enough to sound almost tender. Then her phone rang. Camille pulled her hand back and hurried out the door without a second glance. I understood immediately. It was Bryce Whitfield, her little side piece, pulling another one of his stunts. My heart was hammering again, that sickening wave of dread crashing through my skull, and there was no time to think. I dia

I wasn’t interested in socializing but any distraction would suffice at this point. It was a message from Sebastian. Sebastian: Hey, handsome. If you’re done sucking your brother’s face, can we hang out tomorrow? I’ve missed you. I rolled my eyes and snapped out a quick reply. Me: No. The reply came almost instantly. Sebastian: *sad face emoji* Why? Is your brother that good in bed? He can’t be better than I am. I groaned, fingers flying over the screen. Me: Stop that. Sebastian: Stop what? It’s the truth, isn’t it?

Even though I love thrillers, romantic things like that are surely every woman’s dream, right? “You and your husband are the same,” Mariyam joked. “Me?” I chuckled softly. “I don’t know, maybe.” I wasn’t even sure how to answer. What if the romance they meant was different from the romance Miron meant? When my body experienced an orgasm, it was thanks to Miron’s punishment. Then, he gave me a pasca-sex treatment that probably no other woman would ever get. Isn’t that a form of romance? Like dark romance? “Aren’t you and Sir Miron going on dates like that on a cruise ship, too?” Mariyam’s tone sounded certain.

"I want you even more, Sam." "Not possible," I countered. Our eyes met again, and he bent to kiss me. Our kisses were fast and furious, full of lust and passion. The tension in my muscles seemed to melt away as Robbie's body massaged mine. I spread my legs, inviting him to enter me. He fumbled in the nightstand, quickly slipping on a condom.