Novel & Cerita Romance Books With Stockholm Syndrome

"No doubt. I heard Rafe talk to her before I ran away from his house that night. When I was sneaking out of his house, Rafe was having fun on Amora's bed." "As a woman I can understand your feelings." "Stockholm syndrome." "What?" asked Kaella, frowning. The term seemed very foreign to her and she did not know it at all. “Someone who loves her captor. That is me. Instead of hating him, I actually like him. This feeling is really complicated.” "Are you sure it's a love?”

"Yes, my goal has been achieved. Now I am very happy to see you tortured in prison. But I am still a little dissatisfied. You thought you were atonement for Isabella. You thought Isabella would watch from the sky. Looking at you. But actually you don’t know, right? Isabella is not looking at you in the sky, she is looking at you in real life.” "What do you mean?" Because of his words, Aiden instantly frowned and asked, and his black eyes were as black as death. "What do I mean? I don't mean that literally, Aiden, are you stupid because you have been in prison during this period of time? Isabella is not dead, and you have already seen her!" "You don't know yet, before you were sentenced, you

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

So close that my toes inadvertently brushed against him. With a sly smile, he commented, "Your intelligence might be questionable, but I have to admit, you make reading look pretty damn enticing." I closed the book and stared at him, narrowing my eyes, "What exactly are you doing here? Are you trying to woo me or is this your way of making me the next victim of your grand Stockholm Syndrome plan?" He chuckled, the sound low and dangerously charming, that it sent a jolt to my stomach, "Wooing you might be a challenge, but I don't remember holding you captive although the idea is captivating."

Maximo offers. She is right. Angry, furious, frustrated and enraged as he might be for the last week, I caught him looking at me with that unmistakable look of lust in those burning eyes of his. If I were to give myself to him, he would let me... NO! For a fleeting moment, the idea seemed so tempting, so titillating. My skin didn’t crawl with disgust by the idea that he would touch me and that was bad. I know I am in Sweden but that doesn’t mean I need to be a Stockholm Syndrome victim. That man forced me here and has my sister locked in silver chains somewhere.

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.

Thank you, Theo, for feeding my big reading habit. Time to forget about my real life. I open the pages to my bookmark. This wolf romance book is completely wild and dirty. A big male warrior who knows how to pick a spicy book is definitely a keeper. He gets extra points for that. Suddenly, a sad thought hits my brain. It is too bad a grand male like Theo would never look at a heavy, fat girl like me for real. Being his fake mate for one single night is the most I can ever hope for. "Stop being silly, Zara," I tell myself. I slide back into the story, losing myself in a world where my life is not a total mess.

"You knew. All those years you knew my wolf wouldn't rise for Sveinn. You let him call me worthless. Let them lock me up. And now you ride here with an army? For what? To kill me yourself?" Jakob's eyes locked on mine. No softness. No sorry. Just cold calculation. "Elva Porsteinsdóttir. You carry poison in your blood. The old ones warned us. Your grandmother's line wasn't a gift, it was a curse. Lycan blood mixed with something older. Something that wakes up and burns packs to the ground. We kept it quiet to protect Shadowpine. But you woke it anyway." The words hit like a gut punch. I felt that fire under my skin flare so hot my bitten arm started throbbing again. "Bullshit," I spat. "You s