روايات وقصص ضمن Romance Thriller

" I asked, feeling pissed off. "Besides, he doesn't even love that lady. They were forced to get married for f**k sake!" "Are you kidding me?" She scoffed. "Did you just say Ryan doesn't love, Bethel? Please Karen, don't act like you don't know what's going on. He bought an expensive Bugatti for her for valentine. You also told us about the expensive necklace he bought for at the mall. And just yesterday, she was staying alone with him at his mansion. So, are you still tryna say Ryan doesn't love her?

Seconds before Dante looked closer, he had deleted the evidence of me returning from his bed. I slipped away quietly, heart still racing. The close call left me shaky. We had almost been caught. Our secret was already being tested in ways we hadn’t expected. But the thrill of it, the danger, only made me want him more. Later that evening, I found a moment to text him from my room using a burner app. "Close one. Thank you." His reply came fast. "Be more careful. We can’t risk this again." I smiled at the phone, my pussy throbbing at the memory of him inside me. The risk was real. But so was the heat between us. I would be more careful. But I wouldn’t stop. Not when every close call made me we

I pulled him toward me and crashed my mouth against his. It wasn't a soft kiss. It wasn't a movie kiss. It was messy, desperate, and full of all the anger and confusion we had been carrying since the day we became roommates. It tasted like salt and heat. It felt like a fight. Jax made a low sound in his throat: half a groan, half a growl and slammed me back against the tiled wall. The cold tile hit my back, but I didn't care because his body was warm, pressing against me, pinning me there. His hands moved from my arms to my waist, gripping me so hard I knew there would be marks tomorrow.

His hand rested over my womb like both a promise and a claim. It should have terrified me. Instead, as his steady heartbeat thrummed against my back and his warm breath brushed over my nape, I found myself hoping — dangerously, foolishly, desperately hoping — that this terrifying new future might somehow be real. Baldwin pressed a soft kiss to my shoulder and tightened his hold around me. “Sleep, my perfect mate,” he murmured, voice low and full of quiet promise. As sleep began to pull me under again, cocooned in his warmth and strength, I allowed myself one final, reckless thought:

The look in his eyes is absolutely terrifying. There's no room for resistance. I'm trapped in a merciless grip. "You'll never leave me again, Tessa. I'm going to make you feel exactly what hell is in my arms, angel. I'll make you learn to enjoy this hell with me." The words echo in my ears as I'm drowning in a sea of darkness and despair. The contradiction isn't lost on me. Calling me angel while promising to put me through hell. So typical of Blaze to mix endearments with threats, to make his cruelty sound almost romantic.

The air in the ballroom grew taut, suffocating with anticipation. Guests leaned forward, breaths caught, hearts racing with the thrill of witnessing something forbidden. And Elena? She basked in it. She tilted closer, her lips brushing the corner of Roman’s mouth, not quite a kiss, just enough to ignite chaos. The whispers turned into a frenzy. “Did you see that?” “It’s real, God, it’s really real!” “Roman Thorne, kissing his fiancée!” Roman’s control snapped like glass under pressure. His hand slid up her arm, fingers firm, almost punishing.

“Damien not glued to your side today? Odd. He tends to keep his… projects close.” Serena’s brows drew together. “What exactly are you implying?” “Oh, come now.” Camille stepped closer, her perfume cloying, her smile widening. “You don’t honestly think you’re the first, do you? Damien has a pattern. Swoops in, plays the saviour, dresses his women up like trophies, parades them around… and when he’s bored, he doesn’t just walk away. He breaks them. Quietly. Completely.” Serena’s jaw tightened, though her voice stayed steady. “Thanks for the unsolicited TED Talk on Damien Drake, but I’ll pass.”

she said with a wink, settling beside me on the couch and pulling a fuzzy blanket over us both. She queued up the movie on her TV, the opening credits filling the room with upbeat music. As the story unfolded lighthearted banter, stolen glances, the kind of sweet romance that made your heart flutter—I tried to lose myself in it. Mira laughed at the jokes, nudging me with her elbow, but I could only manage faint smiles. My mind wandered back to Zayden, to the way his touch had once felt like safety, now tainted by blood.

She shivered. Then slowly, he leaned in. Their lips met. soft at first, then urgent, aching. It was a kiss that tasted of restraint, of everything unsaid, everything forbidden. Alyssa Shivered at Rylan when he followed up his husky gaze by sliding his warm, damp tongue along her skin while pushing the strap of her dress and bra down her right arm, exposing more surface for him to taste. Another long, slow lick had her thighs clenching against the tingling sensation burgeoning between her legs, and when he gently sank his teeth into the tendons along her shoulder, she moaned as her entire body jolted from the deliciously arousing edge of pain he delivered.

Her fingers tangled in his shirt, pulling him closer and raising herself on her toes to meet him halfway. “Posso io?” Her scent, vanilla and a mix of something flowery enveloped his senses as he demanded for her words again. Translation (May I?) “Sì, Marco. Baciami subito.” Translation (Yes, Marco. Kiss me already.) Then his lips claimed hers. Slow and tentatively at first, his lips brushed against hers, tasting her cautiously but reverently. The world melted away in that moment. The war, the danger, the questions, all fading beneath the intensity of Marco's kiss.