Novel & Cerita Romance Books About Stockholm Syndrome

Someone suddenly shouted behind us. Note: Yes, there will be a book about Reagan the dragon! He finds a human wandering in his forest, and is instantly taken to the strange creature. She, however, isn't so pleased to be there. You thought demons were possessive and dominant? Wait until you see a dragon... Dark romance warning!

In the shadows of our sanctuary, we would build a life that thrived on our darkest desires. We were bound in this journey, lost in the sweet abyss of our creation. And as I gazed into her eyes, I saw the reflection of my own madness—a beautiful chaos that would consume us both, forever. EPILOGUE Anya The air felt thick with the scent of roses and decay, a heady mix that enveloped our sanctuary. The walls, once cold and unyielding, now pulsed with the warmth of our shared darkness. I moved through the labyrinth we had crafted together, every corner a testament to our twisted bond.

“The Chateau. Any good?” “I like it. It’s about these two sisters who get trafficked working in a labor camp, and while the older sister is there, she falls in love with one of the guards…who ends up being more than a guard—and that’s as far as I’ve gotten.” He gave a slow nod. “That does sound good. You like romance?” “I read everything. I just finished Mistborn by Brandon Sanderson.” “I didn’t know you liked to read so much.” He continued to eat, but his eyes were glued to my face like he was truly enraptured by my words. He wasn’t half listening, but actually invested in what I had to say.

I state, because I will never stop loving him. “I love you too, pretty boy. I always will.” His voice is filled with so much love and there is no denying that Nikolai and I were meant for each other. He's my love, my peace, my husband. Always and Forever. ……. I can literally feel my eyes water as I come to the end of the book. It has been a roller coaster of emotions. I wouldn’t have done this without my readers' support. Thank you all for giving me this chance and I’m so glad that you guys liked my book. It is my first time trying to write a MM book and I ended up getting your love. Mind you, this is not goodbye. Book two of the series will be released soon and the couples there will be Iri

TRIGGER WARNING! This series contains a lot of controversial subjects that may trigger or upset some readers. This is the clear warning that this book will cover many situations such as: Kidnap, Stockholm Syndrome, R*pe/ Sexual abuse, Death, Miscarriage, Abortion, Extreme Sexual content (both mentioned and described in detail) Cheating/ Affairs, LGBTQ relationships and a relationship between family HOWEVER it's not technically incest as they are NOT blood-related. If any of these subjects upset, trigger, distress or anger you then take this as a warning NOT TO CONTINUE READING.

"I should feel nothing but rage and betrayal—so why am I sitting here next to you, listening to you fall apart, feeling something that isn't just anger?" "Stockholm syndrome," Luca suggested, but there was no conviction in his voice. "Your psyche trying to make sense of captivity by developing affection for your captor; it's textbook, Sienna—don't trust it." "But what if it's not?" she asked, the question escaping before she could stop it. "What if something real has developed despite the circumstances, despite everything that says it shouldn't be possible?" "Then we're both doomed," Luca said quietly. "Because there's no way to build something healthy on this foundation, no path forward tha

Wasn’t this evidence of that? This strange emotion no, it was not emotion. Only confusion. I felt confused, but who wouldn’t be if they were me? Isolated from family and under the care more like under the thumb of Damian spears, I needed him for everything. Every fucking thing. And that was why I had any feeling for him whatsoever. Maybe it was a form of Stockholm Syndrome. I mean, this may notnbe a traditional kidnapping, but it wasn’t like I was here by choice. Not my choice, anyway. I turned on the shower and stepped under the hot stream. I wanted to scrub his touch from me. Wanted to scrub the memory of my reaction to him from my mind.

When I used to be a nerd I'd read romantic novels I always thought it's funny how the main character just seems to fall in love in one day. I always thought love was a day by day process I never thought I'd fall in love like this. With the arrogant bastard that bought me from my parents. My first thought was I had Stockholm syndrome which I still think is the reason I even gave Adrian a chance but now I'm just crazy for living this bastard... ................ (Stockholm Syndrome is A psychological condition in which a hostage emotionally bonds to his or her captor) ................. Jason's stupid plan worked and Adrian has been nothing but simply marvelous with me. He calls me his Queen, Pr

I did feel guilt that I felt this uncontrollable lust over the man that kidnapped me, while my parents and friends worried about me back home. I'd fallen into a twisted Stockholm multiverse. I never pictured myself as a woman that could be lustful after the man that ripped her from the real world, and tossed her into his own. I understood how people fell in love with their captor now. Granted, I was one hundred percent sure that all kidnappers didn't look like or act like Zander. Scolding myself, I marched toward my room and shut the door behind me. The books were new releases, and I couldn’t wait to dive in. I plopped onto my bed when someone knocked on the door.

Pleasing his wife meant trying to share some of her interests, but he didn’t expect to be pages deep into a story about some Afghans and their wars. This was not a romance story. He shut the copy of A Thousand Splendid Suns. He only enjoyed her mafia romance novels when he was reading them to her, or he would have started with those. They contained lots of misinformation about the mafia, but Camilla cared more for the main leads happy ever afters so he kept shut. Maybe that was why she liked the books. They were a respite from her mafia reality. The long-awaited call came in. His phone buzzed on the hotel bed, and he tossed the book on it. He picked up the device and murmured a gruff, “Tell