Romance Suspense Novels & Stories

“I know. I’m just curious. You seem like the type who likes calm guys — you know, the sweet, reliable kind.” Felicity thought about Leon — about his sharp grin, his bad timing, the way he made her feel alive and uncertain all at once. “Maybe,” she said slowly. “But sometimes calm gets boring.” Charity tilted her head, smiling faintly. “Yeah. Sometimes the wild ones are the hardest to let go of.” Their eyes met briefly. Something flickered between them—an understanding neither of them wanted to name. Then Charity laughed softly and changed the subject, asking about class schedules and hostel food instead.

“Still want some? He asked. His deep baritone voice echoed through the room. My thighs trembled. I could feel the wetness flooding between my legs. My legs weakened, melting under his intense stare. In an instant, he swept me off my feet, placing me on the counter as he drew closer, sniffling me. He was all I wanted. My mind drifted to my boyfriend, he was too old to satiate my desires. I could easily be mistaken as an s*x freak, and he couldn’t handle the passion and fantasy burning within me, but with this stranger, his tantalizing touch awakened a hunger I couldn’t ignore. My thoughts spiraled the moment his lips lunged onto my skin. The softness and wetness of his mouth got me dripping e

David Del Valle had decided to stay at the salon, to make sure that everything was in good condition, and Maria went back to Miami with Emiliano Romero, she needed, according to her, some time to rest and cool down her brain, which had become so frustrated. That same day, when the Mexican woman finished investigating Daniel's mistress, they returned home. After three weeks, Maria began to attend to business, but there was a day when she arrived very tired; sometimes when she was too exhausted she preferred to rest in a room by herself; Then she arrived, took a warm shower, relaxed in a bubble bath, then lay down on her bed, but when she tried to fall asleep she couldn't, she was too pensive,

His movements were steady and purposeful, evoking a tantalizing frustration that caused Velia to bite her lower lip. Collisions occurred, not only within Velia's femininity but also externally. They originated from the meeting of his masculinity and her buttocks. Intermittent and continuous. Several times. Creating a sensuous splashing that heightened the temperature of their lovemaking. It felt naughty. Intensely arousing. In the midst of the rushing water that soaked them, there was no sweat or perspiration. However, desire remained palpable. Lucas tightened the embrace. Velia strengthened her hold. They clung to each other, unwilling to let go as the rhythm began to escalate.

Paige questioned, "Why aren’t you saying anything? Is it because the woman who admired you is now with someone else, and you're feeling uneasy? Isn't that how it's portrayed in TV dramas? When a woman pursues you relentlessly, you find it annoying. When she finally turns to someone else, you feel uncomfortable. "In reality, you've long grown accustomed to her pursuit, unwittingly falling in love with her. It's just that you never realize your feelings until she's gone. This is a classic case of not appreciating what you have until it's lost." "This is why it’s best you avoid those cheesy romance dramas," Chris casually remarked. "They lack substance and only lead to overthinking. Whatnots wi

Then she loosened her grasp and leaned closer with her body pressed hard against mine as she slowly moved herself up to meet my face. "This was fun... Now you can say it no longer your first time" she whispered romantically in a giggling tone before leaning forward to kiss me. Then I kissed back passionately with my right hand around her neck - pulling her closely before the kiss ended. "So glad you made my fantasy come true" I whispered back softly into her face before leaning back to rest my head on the pillow.

“I really want to taste all of you, to feel your seed slide down my throat, but I want you inside me just as much.” He grinned. “I want that too.” He reached for me, and I moved toward him. Spencer’s hands on my waist helped support me as he slowly lowered me on top of his cock. I was still wet from our release earlier and my new round of arousal, and rode him slowly. Our eyes locked, and our hands gripped each other tightly. It was far more intimate than it should have been, considering the circumstances.

#Romance #Thrilling #Suspense #Action #Dramas This is going to be the best of best so don't miss any part. @Authoress Ricky Be expecting this next week readers. I love you all💓💓 Here is a blurb about the book

**Trigger warnings for this book: this is a dark romance werewolf story containing gaslighting, dub-con, assault, rape, violence, bondage, in a Reverse Harem scenario, involving bxg and bxb group sex scenes. There is a chapter separately marked with a trigger warning that features a pregnancy loss.** The River House, The Day After the Funeral

— His Claws On My Neck (c) 2020 by zavieda COMPLETED Total word count: 150k Genre: Romantasy Subgenre: Werewolf, office romance This book contains adult scenes that may not be suitable for young audiences. Reader's discretion is highly advised. Grammatical errors are also incurred throughout the book, but it is constantly being proofread and revised. Readers' understanding is deeply appreciated.