Psycho Romance Novels & Stories

The kind that’s not going to tell you she washed her hair because it was covered in cum. My mind drifted back to last night or this morning, since I didn’t come back till 4am. I felt a sharp thrill as a memory of me riding a cock while the others feasted on my body, flashed through my mind. A small smile crept across the corners of my mouth. I still felt sore from all the places I had been ravished. A fantasy well lived…so much better than what I had imagined. I bet you’re wondering, how did I end up in a room with a bunch of strangers, living out my fantasy?

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.”

Sara*** My heart raced, a war waging inside me. Part of me wanted to push him away, to scream, to fight for my freedom. The other part—a weaker, foolish part—felt something familiar stirring in my chest. Max’s touch, his presence—it ignited memories of the man I had once loved. It was dangerous, a dangerous game to play, but I couldn’t stop it. My lips parted, but the words caught in my throat. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t find the strength to say what needed to be said. What good were words when they were never enough? When they were drowned by the overpowering force of Max’s obsession?

“You cannot romanticize psycho behavior.” Then a traitorous little voice whispers: “But he’s your psycho.” Fantastic! Maybe I need therapy too… Or an exorcism. The most crazy and terrible part of it all? I don’t feel scared by his words or fear, instead I feel excitement, anticipation and want. To top things off, As obsessed as Rolan has been with me, I can’t pretend I haven’t been orbiting and obsessing over him too. I mean, the man is a walking monster out of a forbidden romance novel it’s cliche, sounds cliche but it’s the truth.

His darting eyes scanning her exposed skin like a predator ready to hunt. "I am here to help you as your therapist." Those caring mercury eyes looking for a single ray of hope. "Then help me to smudge your scarlet lips all over my C****" * Slow burn * Erotic * Dark romance * Mafia romance A story of lust, love, betrayal, and loyalty. Read the book in next chapter.

Four “So, what’s the genre we’re looking at?” Nico picked up one of the books on the desk and flipped it to the back, reading the short description. “This one seems to be about magical powers and shit. Fantasy?” Theo nodded, taking a sip of his wine. He set down his glass and picked up a book from the pile. “I have romance, crime thrillers and fantasy, here.” He handed him a book. “What do you think about this?”

His voice must me angelic and equals his limitless beauty. I desire the long desired mate bond. The unexplainable love shared by mate. The undying romance. His romantic gestures towards me. I desire everything!. His hot breath heaving over my sensitive neck. He tongue romancing my lips whenever we kiss or s*x.. I desire them all So I really pray he awakens. *** A loud growl pull me off my fantasy. I instantly fall roughly to the ground. My spines smash with a heavy thud. I wince.

" If possible, his grin gets larger. Not in a cocky way, but happily. As if he was proud that I had a sure reaction to him. "Believe me. Rose, when I said that you have a greater effect on me," I scoffed. If you place a hand on my chest. Everytime you look at me it jumps faster." "Ok, Mr smooth," sarcasm laced in my tone. He laughed a little before moving from his seat and sitting beside me. He then took my hand in his and placed it on his chest where his heart was located. Oh my. Indeed, indeed his heart was beating erratically. A part of me thought he should think about seeing a doctor, but he flattered me. I kept my hand on his chest as I glanced up. Our eyes locked instantly, and it was

Lisa wasn't worth it and Rosa wasn't going to let Lisa inside her head. "I make him feel things that you can only dream of," she said. "Men don't just want me for my body, you know. I let him do dark things to me and he enjoys it. You can't make him happy, Rosa. You are far too vanilla and plain. You couldn't take the types of dark fantasies that Axel has. I can." She turned and showed rosa a long white scar that ran down the length of her back. It marred the perfect golden tan she had and rosa mouth dropped open in surprise.

I bit my bottom lip, shrugging. "What kind of books do you mean? There are motivational books, novels..." I trailed off, listing various genres. Colby rubbed his face, frustration etched on his features. "The book I'm talking about is...dark. Dark romance." I cocked my head, signing, "I do read that. Why? What's wrong?" Colby's eyes seemed to bore into mine. "Then you might know...have you ever had any fantasies? Like, reading them, did you ever imagine..." He trailed off, his gaze intense.