Psychology Romance Books Novels & Stories

My hand reached out almost automatically and I picked up a worn paperback titled “Beneath the Wolf Moon.” A wolf-themed romance. Go figure. “You are going for those cheesy ones,” Emma teased from a nearby shelf. “They’re comforting,” I replied, hugging the book to my chest. “You always know who ends up together, no one actually gets punched in the face, and the girl doesn’t have to decide between two emotionally unstable guys.” She snorted. “Wish real life worked like that.” “Same.”

Long enough for me to remember who I was before I met him. Turns out, I actually like romance novels. Not the tasteful literary romances Kenneth approved of. I’m talking absolutely shameless books with shirtless men on the covers, morally questionable billionaires, ridiculous amounts of tension, and enough spice to qualify as attempted arson. The kind Kenneth used to wrinkle his nose at. “Those books rot your brain, Jo.” Funny. I don’t think the books were the problem. I’ve also rediscovered cheesy rom-coms and psychological thrillers, all the goodies that Kenneth never agreed to watch with me because they were “too stupid” (the romcoms) and “too complicated” (the psych thrillers).

She practically fell into the first available empty seat she could find, three rows from the front, dropping her satchel to the floor with a thud. The air in the room had changed. It was charged, anticipatory. All eyes were fixed on him as he placed his coffee and bag on the lectern at the front. He didn’t need to call for silence. His presence commanded it. Scarlett’s fingers trembled as she opened her notebook. She dared not to look up. She bit her lip, trying to steady her thoughts. She had survived. Dr. Clarke began to speak, his voice filling the hall. “Today our topic is ‘Forbidden Romance’.”

They clashed and met, then separated to repeat a similar rhythm. Velia squeezed Lucas' broad chest. Lucas' reception drove her wild with desire. She spurred on and shifted slightly to position Lucas' masculinity at her sensitive spot. Desire was fulfilled. It felt intoxicating. Injecting addiction and greed that fueled their passion. As if there was a blazing fire engulfing them. Surrounding and burning them as if they were worthless pieces of wood. Igniting. Sparking. Each flame brought forth a growing blaze. Boiling. Evaporating. Each heat brought forth cascades of sweat.

Then take all this to the table, decorating it with a beautiful red rose. “They're ready,” I tell him excitedly, he gets up from the couch without any expression, throws his book at the couch and it falls on the floor, so I go for it and take it in my hands. I was honestly expecting to find a science or medicine book, but what I found was a cute fairy tale book. I just smiled when I saw different classic stories in this book, like Sleeping Beauty, Little Red Riding Hood, Sleeping Beauty, and Cinderella, but the doctor called me so I had to put him on the couch. “Miss Jefferson, present me your dish.” He tells me very seriously, while he thinks he is a chef.

She knew that Liam meant every word he said, but she couldn't shake off the feeling that this was only the beginning of a long and dangerous battle. "Fuck me, Liam. Fuck me until you forget about him." As Penelope and Liam's passion for each other intensifies, they begin to undress, their hands moving quickly to remove each other's clothing. Penelope's fingers shake as she unzips her dress and lets it fall to the floor, revealing her lacy lingerie underneath. Liam's eyes darken with desire as he takes in the sight of her, and he quickly sheds his own clothes. They stand before each other, their bodies bare, the love and desire they feel for each other clear in their eyes. They embrace, their

I smiled, wallowing in those same fantasies that had only haunted me. For a year, since I turned 18, I had been daydreaming about the day we would meet our mate and how I would get struck by his manly pheromones, which would capture every part of my being and pull us towards each other. How he would hold my hands, stare into my eyes passionately, and tell me my suffering is over.

They kissed longer, slowly, Dennis let go of his lips on her, their eyes stuck together, none of them said a word to each other and it felt like their whole body was drawn together by a divine force none of them could explain. Cassandra didn't want Dennis to stop kissing her, she felt so alive watching him with her eyes, her heart entangling with his. She wanted more or his lips on hers, her body melted immediately he kissed her and she wanted to feel it again. The sound of the door bell brought them back to reality. Cassandra quickly remembered her pizza order. "I will get it" she said to Dennis and walked towards him with shaky legs. She opened the door, looked at the delivery guy who just

The young woman sitting by me stopped her game and watched me rant in astonishment. When I ran out of angry words, she clapped her hands in succession, and it echoed in the silence. "Well said, Princess, but I think someone lied to you, just like they lied to some of them over there," she said, pointing to a point in the room's corner. "Over there in the blue dress is Princess Kit of the Blue Brook Pack. She was given away as an alliance gift to the Lycan King and found herself as a slave here the very next day. Following her is Princess Yvette from the distant pack region of the werecats. She was told that she was to be matched with the Lycan Prince. She has not gotten over the deceit that

“She’ll probably spend the whole holiday in here if you let her.” I walked the aisles slowly, trailing my fingers over the books. Classics. Thrillers. A whole section of contemporary romance—Mirabel’s doing, mostly. She’d started collecting them in high school, said they were “escapist but smart.” I’d never read them. Too many happy endings. Too much hope wrapped in pretty words. I pulled one down at random. Dark cover, brooding man in a suit, and title written in gold foil: Claimed by the Billionaire. I snorted softly, then slid it back.