Romantic Psychological Thriller Novels & Stories

His hands moved down to my core as he rubbed the surface, erupting a scream from me……as I began to pant and thrash on the bed. I can’t believe am enjoying this,am supposed to be angry,to feel molested, instead am enjoying every bit of it,all thanks to my betrayer body. “Am going to explain everything to you Tomorrow, for now just rest,that’s an order” he said and Immediately I closed my eyes. .. .. 💕 Lady Katherine’s POV 💕 .. ..

Maybe she is running away from me because she felt I was a traitor but I am not, though sometimes I feel as if I am selling out my friend. Then I heard the doorbell ringing. “Who could that be?” I asked myself. I was not expecting anyone for the night except the one that promised to come and grace my bed for the night with his charm, that magical touch of his fingers on my silky skin that always leave me wanting more of him inside me. But he told me he won’t be off work until late in the night. As for our house helps, I have left an order that no one should knock on my door. Who would want to be disturbed in the middle of the most exciting romance she could ever get?

They heat me up quickly and make me wild. This wine isn't meant to make one feel high. No. It's for creating that romantic moment. I always take it for Lysa because I never want her to think that her choices aren't welcomed. I take a few more sips, and I then take a large gulp and without swallowing, I pull her to me and feed her slowly as I kiss her. After I am done feeding her, I prolong the kiss as I suck on her tongue and I watch her go weak and I break the kiss.

“Do it properly. Don't be sloppy. Little by little until you get him to agree to what I want to happen. Open up this topic to him but don't make it obvious.” He ended the call with just a reminder about what I would do to attract Callum. Can I really do that? I’m too innocent to even know how to romance my husband! I don’t know a thing about romancing or seducing a man because I don’t have any experience about that! Fuck! I stood up straight when someone suddenly opened the door. And there, I saw Callum looking so wasted. I was shocked to see his face. His dress shirt’s buttons were now open. I don’t know where his coat is now and his necktie.

“Come on, Kerrien. What’s wrong? I thought you liked being kissed. ‘That was the impression you gave the first time we were alone together. I promise not to do anything you might object to. I learned that lesson after your last little outburst.’ Feeling as if she might easily drown in her emotions, half of her desperately needed physical contact, half of her knew she should wait until Ashton was the man in her arms. But Ashton was probably making love to Martine... at this very moment. She gave in and yielded to Brett’s kiss. ‘The warmth of the male body, pressed close to her own, was comforting, exciting, healing. If she closed her eyes tight, she could pretend, imagine, it was Ashton. His

"Look at her—look at what she's become. And you still love her? Tonight, I'll stay with you. I can do what she did, but better. I'm the one who's meant to be Mrs. Palmer!" But when Felix heard that, the murderous intent in his eyes intensified. His pupils were bloodshot, like a beast on the verge of devouring its prey. While Darcy looked at him expectantly, he called to the security team, "Lock them up. I'll settle their little score when Felicity's better." The three lackeys stared in shock, realizing they'd become accomplices to a mistress, and now they were going down with her. They began to argue, throwing blame at each other, a chaos of desperate accusations.

Neither of them stopped to think — they didn’t talk about it, didn’t ask permission, didn’t even slow down. They just… let it happen. Dominic pushed him toward the bed. Matteo’s shirt came off first. Then Dominic’s. Then everything else followed like instinct. It wasn’t romantic. It wasn’t slow. It was messy — urgent — like they were trying to burn something out of their systems. Like maybe if they got close enough, they could stop thinking. Matteo didn’t care how careful it was or wasn’t. All he knew was that Dominic touched him like he needed him, like he didn’t want to let go, and that scared the hell out of Matteo more than anything else.

“I want you to tell me what’s really going on instead of treating me like fragile glass you can just lock away.” A heavy silence fell. Then Damien closed the distance, heat radiating off his body as his shadow swallowed hers. “You want the truth?” His voice dropped low, rough. “There are people out there who don’t just want to scare you. They want leverage. Revenge. And the only thing stopping them from tearing you apart—piece by piece—is me.” Her chest rose and fell fast, pulse pounding in her ears. His words held danger, but something else too. Possession. “And us?” she whispered. “Is this still just an act? Or is there some other reason you’re holding on so tight?”

We step inside like gods returning to our underworld—unapologetic and unchallenged. And somewhere, on the other side of the city, a girl with fire in her eyes and no clue she’s already been chosen... pours drinks and mouths off like the wolves haven’t noticed her yet. But we have. And I’m going to be the one who bites first. Bodies writhe in corners, blurred by shadow and sin. Dresses bunched around waists. Shirts open, zippers down. Every groan, every gasp, every whispered safe word—or brutal silence—is caught by ECHO. Cameras hidden in sconces. Microphones buried in stone. The Dominion Society doesn’t ask for consent.

DARK ROMANCE "I told you, every breath you'd take, I would be aware of it," he said moving closer towards her making her take a step back. Her heart was palpitating wildly unable to withstand the intensity his eyes hold which made her eyes to move down on their own. He took one more step and she again backed away. "Didn't I, Roshanay?" he cocked his brow, his hand itching to grasp her neck. One more step by him and now her back touched the wall. She had now nowhere to go and dread was creeping up her nerves.