Romance Books With Stockholm Syndrome Novels & Stories

~~~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~~~~ Coming soon: Beautiful and Healed Synopsis: (Sequel of Broken and Pregnant) After being locked in jail for five years, Lucy Mason was finally free. Her life inside the prison wasn't easy. Thanks to her new inmate friend Cassandra. She was the one who helps her battle depression and despair. They got out of prison together and it's game time for those who hurt and betrayed her when she was Lucy Mason. She's back with a new name Greta Stone, the wife of a rich businessman Gale Stone who happened to be Kent's stepbrother.

She laughed with a blushing face, right then, Max, Polina’s boyfriend, appeared, grinning at our words, "I don’t attack you, buddy, I’d just kidnap my woman, and have fun in our pre-wedding honeymoon." I rolled my eyes, "Lina, how could you fall in love with a kidnapper?" She grinned mischievously hugging my hand, "Hey, I heard it's a wild romance, I want to experience Stockholm syndrome at least once in my life, being tied up, while my man threatens me and punishes me for being a wild cat, it's so hot, can’t I experience it?" "Go for it!" I laughed at her shameless fantasies, to be frank it's my fantasy too, and the three of us shared a good laugh.

If discovered, the consequences were severe. But the most intriguing part of the book was the mention of a bond between a werewolf and a human, something that was said to be incredibly rare and powerful. It spoke of a love that could transcend the boundaries of their worlds, a love that could either save or destroy them both. The book was a compelling read, and before I knew it, the morning had turned into afternoon. The bell above the door jingled, and I looked up to see a man entering the store. His eyes locked onto me, and I felt a sudden chill run down my spine.

All the calm pretense was gone. He caged me against the wall with a look that said nothing but twisted obsession. My heart started to hammer in my chest. He looked terrifying and nothing like the Sinclair I remembered. If not, he gave me the same terrifying chills like Alaric or worse, because unlike Alaric, I truly hated his guts. His hand tried reaching for my face, even before our skin touched my skin crawled. There was no way I would let him touch me. I evaded his touch which of course enraged him

Damn the man and his mafia code. As I sat there in the car waiting for him, I felt sick to my stomach and my heart beat like I was scared of what was to come. Like I was already dreading the way when I will go back to my family. I shouldn't feel that way, right? But, if he really sent me away then how will I come back, with what face would I come back to him? I’d have no excuse to come back. Who will come back to his kidnapper after being released? And especially, not when he twisted my words and threw them back at me. But I hadn't meant to hurt him. He had kidnapped me. And somehow I have developed feelings for my kidnapper. My captor. My villain. Despite every effort I made to keep my feel

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.

he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“

Little did she understand the extent of my restraint. I ended the call abruptly, drawn to her like a moth to a flame. She offered a hesitant smile and extended her hand as if in greeting. I seized it with a possessive force, my fingers trailing down her body. She gasped in surprise, her hand intertwining with mine as I traced her curves with my fingertips. Her moans fueled my desire, and she melted into my embrace, her breasts pressing against my chest as our lips met in a fervent kiss. She pushed me back onto the sofa, her hands inching toward the waistband of my jeans.

Chapter 1 Lyra's POV I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, pulling him closer against me. My body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming for more contact. His deep groan vibrated through his chest and into mine, making everything inside me clench with desperate need. My fingers dug into his shirt as he continued kissing and sucking at my neck. He grabbed my waist, half-pulling, half-lifting me toward the bedroom. I felt more like a doll being moved than a person being carried. I knew this was wrong. I knew I shouldn't be here in his arms, and shouldn't be enjoying every second of this forbidden moment.

N/B: This chapter contains Somnophilia/NonCon. Somnophilia: sexual fantasy involving someone who’s asleep or unconscious. If this isn’t your vibe, please skip. Cole Pacing in front of her door, I exhale a nervous breath. It’s early in the morning. I had gone for a long run to burn off the anger and shock from last night. Once it faded, I realized she was right. I was a coward. Harper had done the one thing I’d dreamt about from the first day I met her, she’d been brave enough to reach for what she wanted, and I had shamed her for it.