Romance And Thriller Books นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Slow and soft and entirely unhurried, the kind of kiss that had nothing to prove and everything to give. When it ended, I settled back against his chest without a word. His arms tightened around me, and I closed my eyes, finding the steady beat of his heart under my ear and letting it do what it had been doing all night. Neither of us said anything else. We simply held each other in the quiet dark of the apartment and let sleep come gently, finally safe inside the truth of what we both felt. The sound hit before I was fully awake. A crash so loud and so violent that I was sitting upright before my eyes had even properly opened, my heart already slamming against my ribs with the particular ur

The robe slid from my shoulders with a whisper and pooled at my feet, leaving me bare beneath his hungry gaze. “You just didn’t see me,” I whispered, pulling him into another heated kiss, unwilling to let a single second slip away. His lips claimed mine with urgency. He sucked gently on my lower lip while I nipped at his upper, parting for him. Our tongues tangled, hot and reckless, igniting sparks that raced through my veins. His hand slid firmly around my waist, drawing me flush against his body until there was no space left between us. The kiss deepened, consuming, as if neither of us could get enough.

The rug was a lost cause, and so was I. Ava traced lazy circles on my stomach. “Still catching the morning train?” I laughed, raw. “Changed my plans. Indefinitely.” Ethan pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “Good. We’re just warming up.” Liam’s hand slid between my thighs, teasing. “Chapter two starts at dawn.” I closed my eyes, sated and aching and already wet again. The lodge smelled of sex and pine and possibility. Outside, the mountain stood silent. Inside, three bodies curled closer, ready to write the next scene on my skin.

The scent of lilies hit her before he entered her room. Vito moved in with a heavy stack of hardcovers balanced under one arm and a bouquet in the other. Milan’s heart gave a traitorous skip at the sight of the romance books. She didn't think for a second why he would buy her books. She was just so happy he did. For weeks, her world had been nothing but blue-light strain and scrolling through sterile PDFs for her online courses. She craved the weight of a story in her hands, the smell of old paper, the feeling of a world she could close and put away whenever she chose.

And not just any romance—dark romance, enemies-to-lovers, mafia romance, arranged marriage, all the subgenres I devoured in private. "This is our most popular section," Edward said, noticing my reaction. "Romance readers are loyal. And they buy a lot of books." "I can see that." Next to it was fantasy. Then a section labeled "Romantasy" that made my heart skip. Sarah J. Maas. Jennifer L. Armentrout. Rebecca Yarros. All my favorites, beautifully displayed. "You read?" Edward asked. "Yeah. A lot, actually." "What genres?" "These, mostly." I gestured to the romance and fantasy sections. "Dark romance. Romantasy. Anything with morally gray characters and impossible love stories."

It was deeper than before, harder. “This is what happens to thieves,” he hissed, his pace turning into a frantic, driving blur. “They get caught. They get used. They get ruined.” The desk creaked under our weight, the rhythm of his body hitting mine echoing through the silent penthouse. Every strike made me gasp his name. I felt like I was being branded, every inch of my skin belonging to the man who was supposed to be my enemy. He reached out, grabbing my hair and pulling my head back for a kiss that tasted of bourbon and me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, wanting to disappear into the heat.

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.

He asked me, propping himself up on his hand. “Yeah, much better,” I whispered, not wanting to break this moment between us. Placing another of those soft kisses he sat up and said, “I’m going to change.” . . A Gupta . Have you checked out my other books? If you're new, do check out my books. They all are completed and are dark romance with twisted heroes that will make you hate them but by the end of the book you'll fall for them still!! You can start with, Bride To Be and Saved By The Devil.

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Elena sighed and pressed closer to his warm body, feeling their heartbeats begin to sync. His lips brushed softly against her neck, his warm breath trembling slightly on her skin. Elena closed her eyes, losing herself in the sensations enveloping her — safe in his arms. Luca slid his hands beneath her blouse, feeling the subtle tremble of her body adapting to every touch. His fingers traced the curve of her waist, climbing slowly to her back, revealing soft, velvety skin. Their breaths mingled as Luca lowered a deep kiss to her collarbone, followed by a lighter, almost wet kiss. Elena shivered and arched toward him, silently calling him closer.