Romantic Psychological Thriller นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“You cannot romanticize psycho behavior.” Then a traitorous little voice whispers: “But he’s your psycho.” Fantastic! Maybe I need therapy too… Or an exorcism. The most crazy and terrible part of it all? I don’t feel scared by his words or fear, instead I feel excitement, anticipation and want. To top things off, As obsessed as Rolan has been with me, I can’t pretend I haven’t been orbiting and obsessing over him too. I mean, the man is a walking monster out of a forbidden romance novel it’s cliche, sounds cliche but it’s the truth.

I picked a thriller, but as it started, Ryan stretched out, his arm draping behind me. His thigh brushed mine, and sparks shot through me. I could smell his clean soap scent, mixed with something masculine that made my mouth water. Halfway through, the plot twisted into something steamier. The main characters, a couple on the run, ended up in a motel room. The screen filled with them kissing, hands roaming. The woman pushed the man against the wall, her fingers tugging at his shirt. He growled and flipped her around, yanking her skirt up. My breath hitched as he exposed her ass, spanking it lightly before sliding his hand between her legs.

Ximena and I exchanged a glance. "Let's go," she said quickly. "We have to follow the process. If the system detects something abnormal, it'll reset everything… including our memories." When we returned to the main hall, those colorful, eerie puppets were already standing in a circle. A pale puppet stood in the center, holding two cups filled with blood. "Bride and groom, raise your cups." This time, when I looked at the two puppets seated at the head of the table, I finally noticed something strange.

"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.

The kiss was gentle but filled with a promise—of something real, something neither of them could deny anymore. Her hands found his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart, matching the rhythm of her own. In that quiet room, with the world outside fading away, they let themselves be lost—if only for a little while. Rylan deepened the kiss, his hands sliding down to gently hold her waist, pulling her closer. Alyssa’s breath hitched as a warmth spread through her chest, chasing away the lingering shadows of doubt and pain. For a moment, nothing else existed—no past betrayals, no family drama—just the steady beat of two hearts finding solace in each other.

Her small body trembled violently, caught in the throes of a powerful release that lasted for several long moments. Luciano followed her shortly after, a low roar escaping him as he came deep inside her, spilling everything he had into her core until he was completely spent. They lay in the heavy silence of the aftermath, limbs tangled and breathing ragged. As their eyes met, Rosa thought she glimpsed something different in his gaze—something unusual, unlike any of the other times they had sex. But before she could dismiss the thought as a hazy illusion born of the moment, he claimed her mouth again. He slammed his lips against her parted lips, molding them in a perfect, rhythmic fit. His to

Enough to satisfy him for now. But as I spread my thighs and angled the camera, I knew it was a lie. The thrill of his threat mixed with Aunt Dolores’s warning created a storm I could not escape. My scar glowed brighter beneath the habit, pulsing in time with my racing heart. Why did this scar always glow whenever I wanted to satisfy Jax? Why? I hit record, voice already breaking on a soft moan as my fingers found my slick folds. “Please…” I whispered toward the lens, knowing Jax would watch every second.

⚠️🔞 TRIGGER WARNINGS (DARK ROMANCE): ⚠️🔞 This is a DARK ROMANCE book with heavy, raw, and non-traditional themes. It contains highly sensitive content that some readers may find uncomfortable, triggering, or disturbing. This includes, but is not limited to: Domestic abuse and physical violence Forced marriage and extreme possessiveness Non-consensual/forced sexual situations and breeding themes Explicit sexual content (18+) Very strong language and toxic dynamics

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