Romantic Psychological Thriller Novels & Stories

he called as he dropped the cup and brought out a rosy flower “will you be my date to prom? He asked as he held my hand with so much emotion in his eyes. I stood there lost as everyone screamed and cheered with so many questions on my mind ~Do I want this? ~What if it all went wrong? ~Or maybe this is just a dream The thoughts kept running in my head as he called again hoping I give the right answer “say yes Quincy babe, show em how it’s done” Gigi screamed while he squeeze my hand for the last time and this time I had it all thought and yes I want this I thought as I slowly nods my head in approval then collected the flower. He huffed me tight as everyone cheered, the cologne of his perfume

Sleeping with a total stranger was not something I have ever done, and sleeping with a man for a job or money, hell no. I am broke, annoying and pretty stupid sometimes, but then I have my dignity and would never allow myself be insulted. I would never forget that producer, I often see him in my dreams. I would beat him up and made him regret being alive. But that was in my dreams, whenever he didn't appear in my dream, I would think about beating him up before getting up from the bed. "Beautiful" I muttered as I looked at how gorgeous I looked. I stood up and went straight to the kitchen. My mum was making breakfast, and my siblings looked like they just finished cleaning the house.

Hayes' dress shirt open, her hands running over his pecs. Tracy stepped back and admired at the sight. The strong, muscular billionaire. The petite, flawless younger woman. It's like something she would read in a paperback romance novel. Fortunately, she was here to make sure this didn't turn into a romance. It needed to stay strictly in the erotica genre. The romance was for Tracy. However, she was definitely going to have a good time tonight. She moved behind Mr. Hayes and pulled his shirt off the rest of the way, then forcefully turned him around. He wasted no time, rubbing his hands all over Tracy's body through the dress. Jenna stayed behind him, rubbing her body against his back and he

, he whispered in my ear and I fought the urge to sink into him. I tried to get away but a single thrust of his hips had me mewling in response. "No Man and I mean no Man Tesoro,must lay his hands on you, touch you,caress your skin or I promise you'd be the reason another person's life would be gone" He whispered sinisterly. I shivered, goosebumps all over my body yet I wondered why my body reacted to his sick threats I tried to get up and move out of the car which was fast becoming claustrophobic.

she said as they all nodded in agreement with her. .. .. .. DO CHECK OR ADD OTHER BOOKS OF THE AUTHOR….. REVENGE ON THE MAFIA LORD WARNING MATURED CONTENT R18 ****** Revenge was all she wanted, it was all she hungered for, but slowly did she know that she was falling straight into the devil's lair and the den of true love. She never intended to fall for him, he never intended to fall for anyone. All she wanted was to destroy him, not yearn for him more and more.

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."

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SCARLETT As we walked into the familiar house, a wave of fear and arousal washed over me, mingling together in a way that left me trembling with anticipation. Damien's presence loomed over me like a dark shadow, his eyes burning with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. Fuck! What am I doing back here? Despite my attempts to hold my own, to act angry and stubborn, I couldn't deny the underlying excitement that pulsed through my veins. The thought of being kidnapped and used had always been a secret fantasy of mine, and the circumstances of me being here only heighten my arousal.

The faint click of glass against tile. He’ll think it’s her, she told herself desperately. He won’t notice until it’s too late. In her mind, the night rewrote itself. Roman stepping out, tired, distracted. Slipping into bed. Touching her. Realizing too late. Or not caring at all. She smiled into the pillow, gripping the sheets. The fantasy was complete. Perfect. Inevitable. She didn’t consider the cameras. Or the locks. Or the fact that Roman Thorne never entered a room without knowing exactly who was in it.

“Thirty-eight days ago off the coast of the sea, Roman Petrov and his beloved wife Ana Petrov were staying on the luxury liner of a friend. They attended a wedding and during the course of that wedding, unknown to them, their drinks were spiked with the drug Rohypnol. Roman Petrov awoke in the morning to find Ana missing and a large” I stop as I struggle to read the next words. You can do this. “Amount of blood on the deck. Ana had been attacked overnight when Rome was unconscious.” The cameras all click double time and my eyes flick to Nikolai who stands silently against the wall next to Dimitri. He nods reassuringly. I'm sure my eyes were asking if this was the right course of action. I ta