Romance Thriller Novels & Stories

" And he went away leaving me shocked. To be continued…. From tomorrow, there's a new journey for Eric and Scarlett, tune in to see the tale of heartbreak, possessiveness, and obsession. A way to their Ruthless Romance. Till the next time Purva Narang (Your author)

My best friend liked it instantly. [Congrats, Director Thornton. Welcome to freedom!] I was promoted to the position of finance director in my company. I bought my own home, and I had a cat. After everything I had been through, I finally understood that loving myself was where lifelong romance would truly begin.

Elena shivered and arched toward him, silently calling him closer. Carefully, Luca shed his shirt, revealing bronzed, strong skin as Elena let her hands glide over his arms, feeling every tense and relaxed muscle alike. They stretched out on the couch, Luca enveloping her whole body, sensing their warmth merging in a slow, passionate dance. Every kiss, every touch spoke its own language — a silent promise that no matter what came, they would face it together. That night, time seemed to stop, and their world shrank to longing gazes and shared breaths.

Or will destiny spell out another option? Midnight Kiss Genre: Historical Romance/Curvy Romance TAGLINE: The dark temptation of his embrace compromised her, but could she trust a scoundrel with her heart?

She looked at the camera with the loving gaze he knew so well, smiling as she said, “Victor, this is the fifth anniversary present I prepared for you and the family. I put all my energy into this game, in the hopes that it could provide the last push you need to officially take over the family.” The last frame paused on her smile, full of anticipation. She had ended the email with one last sentence. “Victor, if this marriage was a sham from the start, then I’ll give both of us the release we truly want.” Her loving expression in the video, the cold farewell in the email, Summer’s mocking laughter in the recording, and the painfully clear words in the medical report… All of it formed the absu

“On my card. Without telling me.” Her smile vanished instantly. “Do you even care about this marriage?” he continued. “Or are you just in it for the spoils?” The plate slipped from her hands. Tacos scattered across the floor. The sound echoed too loudly in the room. Charity froze. Then her eyes filled with fire. “So that’s what you think of me?” she snapped. “That I’m some gold digger?” Leon stood, stress radiating off him. “You didn’t even ask me.”

Maybe it’s time to get out of the way before he exposes us. That night, silence spread across the Romano estate. Most of the men had gone to bed, their footsteps and voices gone. But somewhere upstairs, moaning sounds filtered through the heavy walls. Rhythmic. Lustful. Dante was giving Valentina deep back strokes as he held her hands back. She kept moaning, as the strokes went deeper and deeper, she moaned and gasped for breath.

Cassian leaned closer. His breath was cold, laced with something metallic and decayed, a scent that twisted inside my lungs like rot-infested roses. A scent that I should have feared. But my body betrayed me. A slow exhale. A shudder. I didn’t pull away. His lips brushed mine—barely there, like the whisper of something forbidden, something promised long before I ever had the chance to refuse. Then he took me. The kiss was not tender. Not warm. It was a violent, hungry thing—his mouth devouring, his fingers tightening around my throat just enough to remind me that I belonged to him.

The scent of his cologne — leather, tobacco, and something uniquely Lorenzo — lingered in the air, and for the first time, she felt something more than fear or curiosity: desire, sharp and undeniable. “Bella,” he said, voice dropping to a low growl, “stay sharp today. The house isn’t kind to the careless. And neither am I.” “I’ll keep that in mind,” she replied boldly. As she left the library, Elena’s thoughts raced. She had already glimpsed the duality of Lorenzo Romano: the man feared by the city, capable of violence and ruthlessness, and the man whose presence alone could make her heart race and mind reel. She was in a world far more dangerous than she had imagined — yet one she could not

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.