Mystery And Romance Novels & Stories

Each lingering glance and whispered conversation fueled our suspicions, leaving us to question the loyalty of those closest to us. Amidst the darkness that threatened to consume us, a flicker of light emerged—a blossoming romance that offered solace in these troubled times. Malachi and I found solace in each other's arms, seeking comfort and strength in our love. In the midst of chaos, we clung to the moments of tenderness and passion, cherishing the connection that transcended the challenges we faced.

he whispers with his husky voice. I kiss his lips and respond while our lips are sealed together. “I love you too, Ty.” *** “Babe, hurry up. We still have groceries to buy.” I’m still in the middle of choosing between the two books on my hand. I can’t decide which book to choose between romance or psycho-thriller. “Ty, just give me five minutes. You can check something that might pique your interest. Try a mystery thriller, you know.” I know him well, he’s not interested in fiction or any book at all unless it has something to do with his work. That’s our one big difference.

maybe I’d underestimated it. The sun had dipped below the horizon, leaving the sky inky black, but I hardly noticed. Alessandro was somewhere nearby, probably keeping himself busy, but I was too wrapped up in the pages of this romance novel to care. This one was about some girl—Callie, who’d gotten herself mixed up with this guy, Damian, all brooding and mysterious, the type with a past that could crush him if he let it. But he was in love with her, of course. Only he didn’t say it. Not outright. No, Damian was the kind of guy who spoke in actions, not words.

Sharon McQueen looked happy, and when she blew me a kiss, worded ‘Thank you’, and then slowly faded from sight, my heart skipped a beat. When I finally turned and looked at the road before us, the world indeed seemed to be a brighter place. Author’s note. In my first novel, I wanted to tip my hat to a very influential story, Raymond Chandler’s the Big Sleep, and though many elements of this hardboiled detective story made it into my tale, the one thing I could never seem to make work was the romance story. So, when I was asked if I had such a story that could be entered into this collection, I realised here was my chance to fix that omission. There are also elements from other classic noir/r

Behind the walls of the ancient Maltos Castle, a unique scent of roses and blood coated the air. The room could be described as a black paradise, with black painted walls and thick striped curtains. A huge four-poster bed lay in the middle, the black curtain sheets stretched, wrinkled by the entangled bodies hidden beneath them. The ethereal beauty sprawled on the bed, with the arms of her lover, wrapped around her delicate body. “You smell nice,” he whispered lazily.

“Is that from the Zoom groom?” Aria didn’t even look up as she unwrapped her fork. “Keep talking, and I’ll schedule you for a colonoscopy—with no anesthesia.” He raised both hands. “Damn, okay. Romantic and terrifying. Good to have you back.” When she was finally alone again, she looked at the food, then the note. The scent of saffron and cardamom filled the room. “Who are you really, Lucas?” she murmured. And why does part of me want to find out?

Anyway, after all my ongoing books have been completed, I've decided to focus mainly on MM romances (billionaires, mafias and maybe wolves ;)] with a little sprinkle forbidden romances and realllyyy spicy smut I'll meet you in those new worlds. Really EFFING LOVE YOU

The hallway erupted again with students, the moment broken—but the heat, the tension, the impossible pull lingered. Eliot’s hands shook slightly as he clutched his notebook, mind whirling, pulse still racing. He wanted to run, to escape, to bury himself in Theo’s possessive heat. But Damien’s touch had ignited something dangerous inside him—a curiosity, a thrill, a hunger he couldn’t name. And somewhere, deep inside, Eliot knew this wasn’t over. Damien wouldn’t let it be. Not now. Not ever. Because the game had just begun. And Eliot was trapped between two obsessions—one possessive, consuming, claiming; the other teasing, dangerous, promising fire.

thriller, keeping the tension and dark romance elements fully intact. Do you want me to continue with Chapter Nine now?