Possessive Stalker Romance Books Novels & Stories

Mafia books on this platform: Take me I'm yours ( stalker romance) His secret wife (Marriage of convience) Werewolf books on this platform: The royally screwed Luna The royally screwed queen The royally screwed princess The royally screwed rogue Dark romance on this platform: Let me go ( Stalker romance) Coming July 2024 Kind regards Tema G.M Your favorite author *Heart*

All because of the goddamn man who kidnapped me and is now stalking me. I hang my head as my eyes flutter closed. My fingers brush over my clit. It’s desperate to be touched. I drag my bottom lip between my teeth as I circle it. A shiver races down my spine at the contact, and it takes everything in me not to moan, but I manage to swallow down the sound. My fingers set a steady rhythm, circling the swollen bud as I chase some goddamn relief. I rock my hips forward, needing a little more friction. As intruding as always, Ace’s face flashes in my mind, eliciting a spark of electricity to spread beneath my skin.

Their bond was a testament to the strength of their kind—passionate, intense, and unyielding. Jacob, on the other hand, had taken a different path. His dark hair and brooding demeanor often led others to underestimate him. But beneath that exterior lay a heart filled with loyalty and courage. It was during one of his solitary excursions into the woods that he encountered Lyra, a fierce and independent werewolf. Their worlds collided in a whirlwind of emotions, igniting a spark that neither had anticipated. The bond between a vampire and a werewolf was a rarity, fraught with challenges, yet their connection was undeniable. Jacob found himself torn between the expectations of his lineage and t

Love's Hollow, New York is where magic happens. Under the influence of the evil witch, This small town seems like a good place to find a solution. Werewolves and various magical creatures live here. I didn't know such a beauty existed. Until two werewolves caught my eye at a local bar.These Alphas are muscular and dominant. But they are also territorial and possessive. And everyone wants to be their soulmate.

Arka’s palm, rough from heavy basketball calluses, felt like sandpaper burning straight through Bima’s nerves. Bima arched his back, letting out a low, desperate moan. Arka’s dominance was always like this—rough, possessive, yet completely addictive. "Arka ... the smell ... your shirt drove me crazy all day ...." "Oh, really?" Arka pulled the shirt down violently from Bima’s shoulders, letting it hang uselessly at his elbows. He stared down at the reddish marks he’d left on Bima’s skin on the balcony in Chapter 12, then attacked the spot again with a small, sharp, possessive bite. "Now you get to feel the owner himself, not just the scent."

She licks it clean, eyes on mine, and I groan again. I tug her close, her head on my shoulder, arm around her possessively. We don't mind tangling on the floor, pulses slowing, the light throwing shadows over our skin. I stroke her hair, her back, drop lazy kisses on her temple, her shoulder. She draws idle patterns on my chest, following the contours, lingering on my old ski scar. We don't speak for ages. Just breathing. Just soak in this hidden world where nothing else intrudes—not Jane upstairs, not the mess we've made, not tomorrow.

I had some dirty secrets of my own, and a past I wasn’t proud of. I was part of a Mafia family. A family of organized crime. But God help me, even though I had my own skeletons in the closet… If I’d have known that Sapphire was going to betray me in the worst fucking possible way, I would have torched that bitch and left her to die the first time I ever laid eyes on her. I would have disposed of her without a second fucking thought, and then moved on with my life without looking back. It takes more than a pretty girl to bring me to my knees. The more I push, the more she pushes back. Sapphire is a challenge that I’m not used to, but she needs to learn a thing or two about loyalty.

she whispered, her voice dropping to a seductive purr as she arched her back, deliberately sliding her body against his, reminding him of exactly where they were. Her legs tightened around his waist, pulling him back into her slick warmth, demanding the conclusion to the storm they had started. Roman's eyes darkened to near black, the last shreds of his legendary control snapping completely. "No," he growled, his voice thick with wild lust. "I'm definitely not done." He gripped her hips with bruising force, lifting her slightly before driving into her with a fierce, possessive need that made Mila scream his name into the empty office.

"You've to be careful, my lady. Please always remember your position. You're the Luna of the pack and Damien is your man," I felt torn and heartbroken. I nodded my head knowing she was right. *** I yawned softly after completing two novels, a werewolf, and an urban story. The Rise Of The Secret Trillionaire Heir by rare gem writes and The Alpha's Revenge by Mystic writes. They are available in Goodnovel and Meganovel. I can't have enough of them. I stood up from the chair, stretched my arms widely, and returned the books to the shelf. "Look who we have here," I looked up as I heard his cold and familiar voice.

she whispered against his lips, “I’m your dirty little secret. Whenever you want me, I’ll come to you. No questions. No limits.” Dante gripped her hips possessively, kissing her again. “Good girl,” he growled. “Because I’m nowhere near done with you.” The night continued until dawn — raw, passionate, and unforgettable. From that night on, Vesper became Dante Moretti’s secret obsession. She would sneak into his penthouse, his cars, even his private jet — always ready to please him, always his dirty little secret. And she loved every second of it. --- **The End.**