Novel & Cerita Romance Books With Stockholm Syndrome

“Well, baby, this is Hector, and sorry to break it to you but we are done. And it'd been so long since we were done but guess what? You never read the vibe. It was nice doing a mafia princess Annie.” Then the phone beeps. I stare into the distance. Hector… he cut the call. He… I bit my lip, trying to keep in the tears but it came spilling anyway. I bolt to my feet. Escape. I need an escape. But I just woke up, and I'm not sleepy. I walk towards my reading table and sit down, drawing my books closer. This is an escape too. Working towards my masters degree at Stanford is an escape too.

Anthony asked him in irk. “That was not going to happen.” And the reason Carson gave for it got both Anthony and Celeste jump out of their skin. This book is the sequel to Irresistible love with the mafia. You can read Carson and Scarlett's story in this book.

So I don't want anyone telling me they don't believe my books or complaining why the author is doing something's they dislike or hate. It's all to get to my main point and reason for starting The BULLIED Series love. Everything I put down had/ has a correlation to the main aim. Hence; the only time you can truly enjoy this book is to KEEP AN OPEN MIND. You need to read this book in the light of REALITY , and in reality anything is possible. Anything can and would happen and most often you can't do anything about it. So please don't be judgmental by saying ' if I was Iris' or ' it's not real' or ' I would never ' ... sweetheart it's reality. ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN.

Literally every kind of criminal activity is conducted there, including the amassing of gold and diamonds, but in moderation. “W-Why are you taking me there?” I screamed, exhausting my last ounce of energy. Of course, my question was ignored. Annoyed by this, I leapt at Alex and repeated my words, “Why are you taking me to the Black City? Japhet will never want me to come in such—”

"Because if Ethan was a bad person, his father was a monster. I realized it too late. And at that moment, I realized that Ethan truly loved me." She looked at me and continued hurriedly. "It was Stockholm syndrome, I guess, or maybe he was the only person I thought I knew. Before I realized it, I started having feelings for him. But they could not suppress my need to go home. There were times when things got worse. There were many times when I closed my eyes and let him do his worst. In such instances, I hated him. I had gone crazy; I was sure of it. I was growing soft on someone who was not worth it. But I guess he was as messed up as I was. He would apologize every single time but wouldn't

Thank you to everyone who has read it. I'm glad so many of you have enjoyed the story. Book two in the Mafia series begins after this point. Sick For Them It is a dark mafia romance. It is not the typical BXG and is MMMF romance. This story is one in which she is kidnapped, and the mafia saves her, and falls in love with her.

Trigger warning!!! This is not a traditional romance, it contains disturbing subject matter, including themes of questionable consent, Stockholm syndrome as well as graphic sexual consent. The author neither endorses nor condones this type of behaviour CHAPTER ONE MALAKAI * * I saw him today. The devil in shining armour. His face brought back all the memories that I've tried to forget. All the blurry lines became clearer. Up until now, it had been difficult to distinguish between the truth and my imagination I can't believe it's only twenty-four months since we last saw each other.

While I was curiously examinating my new surroundings, Anton crept up beside me. "So, what do you think?" He asked me with a smirk, amused by my astonished expression. "I... I think it's way better than what I expected." I honestly replied, my shoulders unwinding in relief. "I wasn't expecting that from my kidnappers!" My last sentance was said in a sharp, reproaching tone. I wasn't going to be like those girls who feel so relieved not to be abused during their captivity that they thought of it as an act of kindness from their kidnappers! That was called Stockholm Syndrome and that was an unhealthy relationship! So even though I was relieved to be kept in a quite nice room, I took an harsh t

He breathed into my ear. “What matters is, I like it.” Well, Logan was the boss. I rewrote the ending in tears. I turned my brilliant, justice-loving heroine into a woman with Stockholm syndrome. Surprisingly, my new book became a hit upon its release. Readers left comments left and right. “This is intense!” “Now this is a romance for adults!” “The male lead is a freak, and I’m all for it!” I read the comments, having no tears to cry. If these girls ever met the psycho in real time, they would not even get a chance to run.

Everything else was decoration. I had already read through all of the new books Nala had bought me. Every single one. Earlier that afternoon I had finished a romance novel with a Stockholm syndrome trope that had left a strange, sour taste in my mouth. The heroine had fallen for her captor in a slow, inevitable spiral that the author framed as destiny. It had felt like a fairytale version of the nightmare I was currently living. Clean. Romantic. Resolved by the final chapter with declarations and soft lighting. Reality did not work like that.