Romantic Psychological Thriller Novels & Stories

My father could take as many women as he desired, but they could never take the place of my mother, whom he had murdered. The Moon Goddess gave our mates to us, though some considered her a pesky meddler. My father had been mated to my mother when he was rather young, and they had grown up side by side. My mother, the Lycan Luna, was graceful and submissive to her alpha, never challenging me in public or causing him any reason to be ashamed of her. My mother adored my father and lived her life each day to please him. She was mostly successful until the day tragedy struck.

He said as he brought his face closer to mine. I tried to struggle free but his grasp on my hands was strong. "Let me be Ryan or I'll yell" I threatened. "Feel free to shout as much as you can sweetie" he said as he moved his face closer obviously trying to kiss me. I moved my face and yelled as much as I can. "Help!" I yelled and he only laughed. "You can't escape from me Jasmine" he said as he tried to kiss me again and I struggled with all my might.

He said and moved to the kitchen. He picked a knife and walked towards her. "Ina!" Ethan shouted. "Finally" She said with a smile and turned towards Ethan "I love you, Ethan" He slit her throat. "Ina!" Ethan shouted as he ran towards her and she fell on the floor "Ina! Ina! Ina! Don't go! Ina!" 'You always smile, but you're not happy. If I wouldn't come back to you-- You wouldn't die. Ina...' Ethan cried. The effect of the implants broke.

He said and I nod before he left. I want Dylan to be wrong because I will not be able to handle it.I felt dizzy all of a sudden.I guess it was because I was anxious. KINGSTON I woke up only to see Nina naked beside me.What have I done? "My lover is awake she said as she got up from her side of the bed and I saw her full body. "Like what you see? We can go another round .You are really rough.You were all over me yesterday.You did not even use protection"She said as she caressed my chest and tried to kiss me again and I turned my face away from her.

He’d made sure of it. No contact. No mistakes. But he’d come back every night since he walked away. Just to make sure she was still breathing. Just to confirm that no one else had found her. Just to see her. It was pathetic. Nicholas Romanov didn’t do obsession. Didn’t do longing. But Chloe… she had crawled into his bloodstream, into the gaps between his loyalty and his rage, and made a home there. She haunted him worse than Isaac’s death. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw her. The way her lips trembled when she whispered Isaac. The way she didn’t plead. The way she looked so damn broken—and still didn’t blame him.

He's masterful at playing psychological games, always leaving me confused and off-balance. He reaches out with his large hand and runs his fingers through a section of my hair. The touch is surprisingly gentle, but it terrifies me more than any violent gesture could have. I feel as if all the oxygen is being sucked out of the room, and yet I don't dare move away. I can't. The tears I've been holding back begin streaming down my cheeks uncontrollably. "Your tears are so beautiful, exactly as I remembered them," he says in that dangerously low voice.

In the shadowy corners of New York City, where danger lurks at every turn, Lena Hart is a 21-year-old psychology student struggling to finish her degree while making ends meet. Fascinated by the complexities of the human mind, Lena aims to understand the dark motivations that drives people to do the things they do. Little does she know, her curiosity will soon lead her into a world darker than she ever imagined. Vincenzo Maranzano, is the powerful and enigmatic kingpin of the city’s criminal underworld. With deep black eyes and a charm that masks his ruthlessness, he commands respect and fear in equal measure. His obsession with control fuels his empire, but it also isolates him—until the n

His nearness was overwhelming, the kind of closeness that stole her ability to think straight. Then, with deliberate slowness, Damon let his fingers trail down from her chin to the side of her neck. He lingered there, his thumb brushing lightly against her pulse, feeling the rapid thrum beneath her skin. “Your heart’s racing,” he murmured, almost smug. “Are you nervous… or excited?” Rhian’s cheeks burned hotter. “Neither,” she snapped too quickly, betraying herself further. He smirked, clearly enjoying every second of her flustered state. “You’re a terrible liar, Rhian.”

I glared at him in annoyance and turned to the receptionist who was ever patient. “We’ll have the suite,” I said. “That’s great. So….”She turned to her system and started to input something. “What kind of suite would it be? For honeymoon or other special occasion?” She asked absentmindedly. Was she being serious right now? I felt like getting mad at her but it wasn’t her fault. Her mind was programmed to feel that every person who came here in pairs was a couple and would spend some time together. “Other special occasions. A suite that exudes a fluffy romance. Thank you.” Valentino said with a big smile across his handsome face, as I watched him, completely unable to say a word.

Marco confirmed. Victor guided me back out into the labyrinth of the club. The air felt thicker now, saturated with the scent of melting wax, expensive perfume, and the sharp, metallic tang of adrenaline. We walked the perimeter of the Red Room, observing a flawless, heavily negotiated impact scene, but I could feel the tension winding tighter and tighter in Victor’s frame. The hyper-vigilance of waiting for the trap to spring was clawing at his Dominant instincts, making him restless, territorial, and fiercely possessive.