Romantic Comedy Novels & Stories

I was engineered to kill men with a kiss. When my pleasure‑kill protocol glitches on a Bratva king and binds my system to his, he gives me a choice: become his contract wife… or be handed back to the monsters who built me I was trained to destroy men without leaving a mark. The Siren Protocol turned my body into a weapon—every nerve engineered to dismantle loyalty, erase secrets, and turn power into submission. One kiss, and I can crash a neural implant like a virus. Hidden behind a luxury cover identity, I’m waiting for my next directive when my door explodes inward and Kael Petrov walks in—Bratva heir, tech billionaire, and the most controlled man in the city. He thinks he’s here to extract a traitor using his accounts to leak Siren data. He doesn’t know the “escort” in front of him is the Siren asset he’s hunting. So, I do what I was built for. I kiss him. My pleasure‑kill protocol should drop him in eight seconds. Instead, his high‑grade implant bites back. My signal loops through his system and straight into mine, fusing us in a feedback circuit of raw, addictive sensation that neither of us can control. Instead of killing him, I bind myself to him. Now I’m collared in his tower, my systems synced to his, and he’s staring at me like I’m the most interesting problem he’s ever seen. To keep me out of Bratva torture cells but still under his eye, Kael gives me a brutal ultimatum: Marry him and live as his contract wife, or be handed to the men who will take me apart for parts. I was meant to end him. Falling for him was never part of the directive.

Isabella Romanov thought her body was broken. She thought the man holding her while she bled was the only thing keeping her alive but she was wrong about all of it. The pills in her green juice, the best friend in her bed, the forged signatures waiting in a lawyer's desk, Marcus Whitfield didn't just betray her. He hollowed her out and sold what was left. But Marcus made one fatal mistake. He forgot who her father was. When Isabella walks out of her suburban prison and back into the world of blood and power she was born into, she finds an unlikely ally in Luca Moretti, the most dangerous man on the East Coast. He'll destroy Marcus and burn every bridge her ex-husband ever built. But his protection comes at a price: her hand, her name, and her presence in his bed. Isabella isn't stupid enough to trust another powerful man. She's just desperate enough to marry one. As she rises from discarded wife to mafia queen, Isabella uncovers a conspiracy far darker than infidelity, stolen embryos, Russian bounties, and a family ledger worth more than the city itself. The deeper she digs, the more she realizes that everyone around her wants something, and the man who swore to protect her might have wanted it first. In a world where blood is currency and love is leverage, Isabella must have to decide what she's willing to burn to get back what was taken from her and whether the man beside her is worth keeping.

WARNING!!! This novel contains sexual contents that are only suitable for mature minds. Should not be read by underages. "On your hands and knees," he growls out while opening a drawer, digging into it, and bringing out a condom. I hear him but I'm preoccupied with the sight of him ripping open a condom with his teeth like a feral animal and rolling it onto his hard cock. "What did I say, Samantha?" He doesn't wait for my response, just pushes me onto all fours. His tip pressed against my entrance for a second, sliding up and down through my pussy, coating his cock with my wetness. Then he plunges inside me in one swift thrust. *** Samantha is forced to marry Lucenzo even though she doesn't want to. Lucenzo has no place in his life for a wife but one look at Samantha and he wants her in his bed and under him.

My twin sister died in my arms with his name on her lips. Five years later, I wear red lipstick and heels to seduce the man who murdered her. ~ Five years ago, Anastasia’s world ended in gunfire and ash. Her entire family was slaughtered on her eighteenth birthday, by the man her twin sister loved. Left for dead, Anastasia was saved by a stranger. Broken, enraged, and alone, she was taken in by a woman who taught her how to disappear… and how to kill. Now, she’s Skye, trained to seduce, infiltrate, and destroy. Her mission is simple: get close to Nikolaus Volkov, close enough to break him. But killing him isn’t enough. She wants to make him suffer, to crave her, to need her. And when he’s completely at her mercy… she’ll rip him apart the way he tore her world to pieces. A kiss meant to disarm ignites something deadly, Desire. Obsession. Confusion. Nikolaus is not the cold-blooded monster she expected. He’s worse. And yet, with every stolen glance and kiss, Skye begins to slip. Revenge was the plan. Desire was never part of it. Now, she’s playing a game she might not win. Under Her Skirt: The Last Kiss is a dark, twisted mafia romance of seduction, revenge, and ruin, where every kiss could be a betrayal… and every heartbeat could be your last.

She was born into the mafia. He swore he’d never love anyone from it. Gild Leoni knows how to survive in a man’s world—smart, fearless, and trained by her mafia father to fight, think, and win. But when she sets eyes on Alexandro Campania, the cold, dangerously handsome heir to the most feared mafia in Italy, her heart makes a choice her head can’t stop. The problem? Alexandro has vowed to marry only a woman who knows nothing about the mafia life. So Gild does the unthinkable. She becomes someone else—sweet, innocent, ordinary. A flower girl with a fake name and a perfect smile. Now, she’s playing the most dangerous game of her life—falling for a man who can never know who she really is. But Alexandro is already watching her. Intrigued. Drawn in. Addicted. And if he finds out the truth… He won’t just walk away. He might destroy them both.

“You’re drunk,” he said, smirking. “Yeah,” she admitted, then reached out and touched his shirt. “But I still want to have sex with you.” Vincenzo tilted his head slightly, like he was studying a new toy. "You were about to go after my bodyguard, huh?" he said. His fingers suddenly cupped her breast, slow and confident. “And yet, you look more like a virgin than a pervert.” That sobered her up a bit. “I—what?” Before she could say anything else, she blurted, “I want to have sex with you. I’m all yours tonight.” Vincenzo raised a brow, then smiled. “If that’s what you want.” He stood up, lifted her into his arms effortlessly, and carried her through a side door. Her arms looped around his neck as her heart pounded so hard she could barely breathe. He kicked open a private room. Inside, he pressed her against the wall and kissed her—hot, commanding, full of hunger. She melted into it. Her legs wrapped around his waist, and for the first time in her life, she didn’t care who she was supposed to be. She was just a girl kissing a stranger.

“I’ll take her, her tears taste nice” “The wedding holds tomorrow, I’ll come back for my bride then, bye for now” That was all the devil had to say to pull her into his dark and bloody world. His words are final , his silence speaks His presence cold and hot His aura speaks of great and might power He who rules Italy without stress Feared by the government and the people in the country He is who he thinks he is. He’s Gerald Grey. Roseanne Kent a twenty years old college student who’s hated by her father and sisters. She found herself being sold into a marriage with the most feared and most powerful mafia lord in Italy. At the mention of his name, the city stays quiet, getting on his bad side is a direct call for death. What happens when the most feared and most powerful mafia lord gets married to a mere twenty years old lady who was to sold to him as a bride for a billion dollar? What happens when Roseanne Kent finds out there’s more to Gerald Grey than what people know? What happens when the truth about Roseanne’s mother comes to light? What happens when the truth about the mystery death of Gerald Grey’s Six ex-wives is revealed?

I stepped closer. Close enough to smell his cologne—cedarwood, leather, and power. My hand moved. Smooth, practiced. The pistol slide from under the apron into my palm. I raised it fast. But before I could pull the trigger— BANG. Not my shot. A scream tore through the restaurant as another man launched himself toward Romano’s table, blade flashing. Another assassin. What the hell— Romano didn’t flinch. He shoved the table forward, knocking the attacker off balance. The blade scraped across wood, not skin. I ducked instinctively as the room erupted into chaos. Gunfire cracked. Glass exploded. People screamed and dove for cover. “Get him out—NOW!” one of the guards barked. I aimed for the second attacker. Didn’t even hesitate. One shot—head. Gone. The guard saw me. Confusion flashed in his eyes. Then rage. I ran. I weaved between overturned chairs, plates, and screaming bodies. The smell of blood was real now, thick in the air. One of the guards grabbed me. I slammed my elbow into his ribs, twisted, and brought the butt of my gun down on his skull. He dropped like a sack of bricks. Out. I had to get out. My boots pounded the floor as I tore through the narrow hallway. But then— “Elisa.” His voice stopped me cold. I turned. Antonio Romano stood in the middle of the carnage, suit untouched, blood spattered behind him like art. His eyes were on me. And he was smiling. It was darker. Slower. Like a hunter seeing something worth chasing. Somehow, he knew who I was. “Interesting,” he said softly, tilting his head. “They sent you.” I didn’t answer. I ran. But that voice followed me. He knew my name. And he let me go. This wasn’t over. It had just begun.

Aria Bellini was born into bad blood. Her family name carries power, money, and enemies that never forget. Growing up in the Bellini house means secrets whispered behind closed doors, brothers raised to hate, and a life already planned out for her before she could even choose her own clothes. All Aria wants is peace. A small life. Her own space away from the violence and rivalry that has followed her family for years. So when she finally moves into her own apartment, it feels like freedom. Quiet nights. No guards. No family drama. Just her and the city. But freedom does not come alone. It starts small. A feeling of being watched. A shadow that disappears too fast. Flowers left behind that she never asked for. Lilies. Always lilies. Her favorite. Aria tells herself she is imagining things. Until the notes start coming. Until the silence around her apartment feels loud. Until fear starts sleeping beside her at night. Then there is him. The stranger who appears when she is not looking. The one who knows too much. The one who stays in the dark while her life slowly unravels. As family hatred, hidden enemies, and twisted attraction begin to clash, Aria is pulled into a dangerous game where trust is risky and love might be the most deadly thing of all. Because in a world built on revenge and control, someone is watching her. Someone who does not plan to let her go. And when blood is spilled, Aria will learn that some loves are born from hate. And some monsters fall in love too.

He shattered her heart. Now fate is giving him one more chance—if only she’ll let him in. *********** Zara never imagined she’d return to the world that stole her innocence. But survival leaves scars, and behind her mask is a woman reborn—stronger, guarded, and determined never to be broken again. Liam thought he buried his past in boardrooms and blood. Yet when his newest bodyguard stirs memories long buried, he’s torn between guilt, obsession, and hope. Her eyes. Her silence. Her fire—it all feels too familiar. As the truth inches closer and old wounds resurface, Zara and Liam find themselves caught in a dangerous dance of secrets, revenge, and unresolved love. But some hearts, no matter how shattered, remember who they beat for. In a world of fragile trust and dangerous truths, can love really survive the lies of the heart?