Romance Thriller Novels & Stories

My body arched to meet his, and with every thrust, something electric sparked under my skin. "Nathan," his name escaped my lips in a trembling whisper. I wasn't sure if I was begging him to slow down or go faster. Our breathing filled the room, mixing with soft moans and gasps. His scent surrounded me completely, and something deep inside me felt like it was breaking apart and reforming all at once. After what felt like forever, I noticed his movements becoming more urgent, more desperate. I could feel him growing tenser inside me. He groaned and trembled above me, lost in sensations I was only beginning to understand.

She was already in too deep, and part of her thrilled at the thought. Marco moved to another room, oblivious, leaving Nina with only the faint sound of rain tapping against the windows. Dante stepped closer, his presence almost tangible, and for a moment, she felt something dangerous stir between them. Not touch. Not words. Just the quiet, magnetic force that drew her attention entirely to him, made her pulse erratic, made every instinct scream at her to pay attention, to trust, to follow. And Nina realized something terrifyingly thrilling: she had already crossed the first line. There was no undoing it. Because in Dante Moretti’s world, curiosity and desire were never safe. But they were im

But even the sincerity in her expression seemed to leave him unfazed and she was slowly losing her footing. Even then, she still tried. "Mr. D'Angelo, as long as you accept my proposal, I promise that I'll do whatever you want." At her words, Jasper raised a brow. "Anything, miss Romano?" She nodded enthusiastically, His gaze lingered on her face again. He was studying her more closely now, like he was confirming something only he understood. "And if my ultimatum was for you to be my Mistress?" he asked without missing a beat, but he might have as well punched her in the gut,

“You’re staring at each other again.” Noelle’s small voice cut through the thick silence. Sebastian stepped back immediately, releasing Nyra’s arm as if he’d been caught doing something forbidden. Nyra straightened, ignoring the sting in her grazed arm. “We’re not.” “You are,” Noelle insisted. “Like in the movies before they kiss.” Sebastian cleared his throat. “Enough.” Sirens wailed outside the lodge. Guests were being ushered away, security shouting instructions. The scent of gunpowder still hung in the air, mixing with pine and melted wax from fallen candles.

Trigger Warning Hello Lovely Readers, This book may contain content that might be triggering for some. It is a dark romance with degradation, BDSM that doesn’t contain consent within the dynamic (I know, not something I typically have in my book). There are many instances where consent is very dubious and there is kidnapping. Because what fun is writing dark romance without hitting those tropes? I will add to anyone worried, this one does have a HEA because I’m a sucker for that happily ever after and I couldn’t imagine not giving Cass her happy ending.

My other hand moved to cup her face, my thumb grazing her cheek gently, contrasting the intensity of everything else. There was a storm raging between us—anger, confusion, frustration, and something deeper, something neither of us could fully understand. But it was there. I felt it, and I knew she did too. Everything we’d been holding back, everything we’d refused to acknowledge, was breaking free in that kiss.

The rage in his stillness said everything. Romano took another step forward. “You think I would not come when my daughter’s blood was spilled on Sicilian soil?” His voice was measured, almost calm, but it shook the air. “You think I would let her die without looking the man responsible in the eye?” Azrael’s tone was respectful, but cold. “You taught me yourself—blood answers to blood.” Romano’s eyes narrowed. “Sì. Il sangue chiama sangue. But you… you chose to marry his daughter.”

he murmured, eyefucking her entire body. She inhaled deeply and opened her eyes, and his blue orbs met hers. Scarlett wanted to be fucked by him now that he was entirely exposed in front of her and Scarlett was feeling his body with her hands; they were basically just fuck buddies. Scarlet's father was Damien's business partner, and she is a well-known model. She fell in love with his looks at first sight, or desire, and ventured to propose a deal to him at a party held by her father, despite knowing how dangerous he is. Surprisingly, he agreed.

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She raised her brows. “Seriously?” He narrowed his eyes at her. “Yes, seriously! Ah yous should check it out too, come I’ll read it out to you, it’s great!” She clapped her hands in excitement. “No thank you, you know I don’t read romance,” He shook his head. “But it’s a unique one,” She protested, “A popular mystery/thriller writer is thrown inside her own novel! How cool is that?” “Hmm?” he raised his brows. “Did it pick your interest?” She wiggled her brows. “Ah, the guy has the same name as you, by the way,” She added.