Novel & Cerita Romance Novels About Navy Seals

“Take her to the Ivory Suite on the second floor. Stay close, watch her from time to time. And instruct Zee to see to whatever she needs.” Roman gave a short nod, no hesitation in his expression. “Don’t try anything stupid.” I warned Rosella. I yanked the door open and stepped out, their scuffling footsteps trailing behind me seconds later. Five hours later, I sat in my private room, shirtless, working through a shipment file on my laptop. I’d managed a brief rest after discharging all of them. Rosella flickered through my thoughts—unwanted, persistent. And I hated how easily her tempting face and sinfully sculpted body lingered, refusing to leave my mind.

This was just the beginning, and I could hardly wait to see how far she would fall. 13 ANYA His mouth moved against mine, hot and demanding, pulling me into a whirlwind of sensations. Each kiss felt like a knife—sharp, thrilling, and dangerously seductive. I could feel my heart racing, the thrill of surrender coursing through me, as if I were standing on the edge of a cliff, ready to plunge into the unknown.

I read aloud. ‘What have you done to me?’ I closed my eyes, and his scent filled my nose again. The feel of his soft lips on mine, his calloused hands against the shimmering lace of my dress. ‘No, that was wrong. I’m married’, the thought rammed into my head. ‘Into a dungeon.’ ‘It doesn’t matter; it’s still wrong to cheat on my husband.’ ‘Well, I’m sure he does that daily since Rafael stops him from coming to me.’

“Seeing another woman touch what’s ours is causing you physical pain.” “He’s not ours,” I whispered back, but even as I said it I knew it wasn’t true. My body knew it wasn’t true. Every cell in me was screaming that Nathan belonged to me and another woman had no right to touch him. Or should I say Keal? Keal was in his body, that was the reason why I’m being like this right? Downstairs, Sienna’s hand was sliding up Nathan’s chest to his shoulder. She was standing so close to him now that their bodies were almost touching.

He hissed, his grip tightened, trying to yank me forward, but before he could pull me closer, a familiar firm hand clamped down on his wrist. “Step back,” Rhys said coldly. He was emanating an aura I haven't felt from him before just like that short moment on the cliff. His green eyes flashed with something murderous. Sinclair's face twisted and he snapped. “What do you think you’re doing with my fiancée?” Shock and fury flickered across his face. Rhys laughed, “Ex fiancée…?!” he emphasised his grip, tightening on Sinclair's hold. "You must be crazy to think a married woman is still your fiancée." He sneered

Her nipples hardened under the firelight. And Ronan crouched in front of her, unzipped, and fed her his cock like it belonged there. She moaned around him. Kael drove harder. Ronan gripped her hair. Their rhythm was brutal. Vicious. The betas said nothing. But some of them stroked themselves. One growled low, hunger in his eyes. Kael slammed into her, and she cried out—muffled by Ronan’s cock, overwhelmed by Kael’s grip, ruined by the way their bodies claimed her at once.

I lifted my hands to his chest, pressed against the warmth of him, and whispered, “I love you, Ethan. I’ve always—” He quieted me with his lips. A slow, sensual kiss that was full of morning, full of sunlight, full of home. The way he kissed me now wasn’t rushed or needy. It was almost...sacred. The kind of kiss that seeps into your very soul and stays there. I wrapped my arms around him, pressing against him as if I could never get close enough. “I’ve been dreaming of this,” he whispered between kisses. “Of you in my arms like this. No walls. No fear. Just us.”

I stretch in bed and roll onto my side, reaching for the book I left on my nightstand last night. It’s a romance novel. One of those dramatic ones with glossy covers and unrealistic men. The story is about a woman in her forties who falls in love with a billionaire ten years younger than her. The plot is ridiculous, but I like it anyway. The woman has been divorced, cheated on, and overlooked, and now suddenly she’s being adored by someone who wants her for exactly who she is. I like that for her. She has suffered enough. I sit up against my pillows and read for a while, flipping pages slowly, letting time pass without watching it. Outside, I hear a car horn and someone laughing. My phone bu

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Lily sat at the coffee shop, sipping her latte and scrolling through her phone. She had always loved this place – the cozy atmosphere, the smell of fresh coffee, and the sound of the barista's steaming milk. It was her safe haven, her escape from the chaos of her life. As she looked up from her phone, she caught sight of James walking towards her. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw him – tall, handsome, and charming as ever. He was her best friend Sarah's fiancé, and Lily had been secretly in love with him for years.