Romantic Suspense Authors Novels & Stories

Roses, a white dress, the guests, the sunshine: it all felt so vivid, yet so surreal. His gaze landed on the empty spot where the bridesmaid should have been, and it all clicked why that seat was unoccupied. Natalie was gone. She was gone forever. She had taken her life. She had done that with his unborn child when she leapt from the 18th floor. It was all because he tampered with her medicine, because he dared her to prove her true love, and because of his whispered lies of forever and always. He did everything to win her heart.

WARNING: Dark Romance, Dubious Consent (Drugging/Somnophilia), Supernatural/Beast Content, Choking, Spanking, Breeding, Marking/Biting, Strong Language, Graphic Sexual Content, Creampies, All Holes Used. The sun finally dipped below the jagged horizon of the Blackwood Range, and with it, the human mask I wore during the day began to itch. I sat across from her in our small, cozy cottage-the domestic lie we lived. To her, I was Thorne, the quiet woodsman who had rescued her from the city's chaos. She didn't see the shadow that lived behind my eyes, nor did she feel the way my marrow burned with a hunger that only her blood and her sex could sate.

“This… doesn’t feel real.” Cas brushed hair from my face. “It’s real. And we’re not done.” He glanced at Damien, something passing between them. “Are we?” Damien smirked, that wicked curve I knew so well. “Not even close. Your birthday’s not over.” He leaned across me, hand sliding to Cas’s chest. “You’ve been thinking about this too, haven’t you?” Cas’s breath hitched. “Fuck yes.” Their mouths met right above me—deep, rough, tongues visible. I watched, mesmerized, as Damien gripped Cas’s jaw the same way I’d seen in the hallway. My pussy clenched at the sight.

I would like to express my gratitude to Editor Yino, who encouraged me to challenge myself with this story, and I will greet you next with my upcoming work. I am still a novice author in the novel world because I previously wrote many stories and am only now publishing them one by one. I read only physical paper books and do not read web novels at all, so the texture of my writing is a bit different from others. Even the genres I have read are things like detective stories, fantasy, Anglo-American literature, Nordic thrillers, and Japanese mysteries. Because of this, my writing carries its own unique color. There is a noir-style triangular romance featuring a cross-dressing woman where an ag

I pressed my legs together as I walked, trying to steady myself. The girls' words repeated in my head. Enemy. Consequences. Mousy librarian slut. I touched my lips again. Remembering the passion. The connection. Josh was worth it. I hoped. The night had been magical, romantic, and even erotic amidst the tension… But now danger loomed.

“So now… tell me, have you guys done it yet?” I swallowed, suddenly feeling shy. I looked down at my book on the table, pretending to be interested in the notes. “Done what?” Susie smirked. “You know… kissed?” “Oh,” I whispered, relieved. For a second I thought she meant something else. “We have. I mean, isn’t that the first thing couples do? We had a date yesterday. We definitely kissed.” “Ohhhh!!” Susie gushed loudly, not caring that a few heads turned our way.

“So most books are aimed at both male and female readers. male and female? — No... Techno-thrillers are mainly aimed at men and a romance is aimed mainly for women. With mystery and suspense, some go more to one side and some are in the middle, like mine. Of the genres, by far the most sales are in the Affairs. - Serious? “Damien was teaching me a lot. — So most people — female readers – is it romantic in the depths of the soul? Like my sisters Kat and Merilee? They always had a pile of novels in their bedrooms. “They like happy endings—just like mystery book readers—but romance readers care more about the character than the plot. mystery and thrillers deal with how to solve the crime, the p

She had been so cold for so long, and now she could feel a burning desire rushing through her, bright and overwhelming. When he lay back on the bed and spoke her name into the quiet, something inside her stirred, soft at first and then insistent. His awareness of her felt like a hand brushing against her soul. Every time he shifted, every time his breath changed, she thought it rippled through her, a quiet pull that made her drift closer without quite meaning to.

Chapter 4 The castle doors slam open behind us, the force of the wind howling through the courtyard like a living thing. My breath hitches, my body still trembling from the vision, from him, from the way Dominic’s fingers had tangled in my hair, the way Adrian’s thumb had pressed against my clit through the damp fabric of my leggings. Both of them are hard, their scents thick in the air. Adrian’s grip on my wrist tightens, his silver eyes dark with something feral. He doesn’t speak. He doesn’t need to. His free hand slides up my thigh, fingers curling possessively over the waistband of my leggings, pulling me back against him.

How could I have known, Steven didn't prepped me, and this was my first real interview ever. This day has gotten even worse. My eyes widened and kept flinching, what other worst thing would happen to me now. I had a purse with me, but in it were my phone and the pant I wore yesterday. I couldn't put it on as it still had the sperm of the guy I had a fun time with at the club. Oh my, the way he touched my body and drove me wild, I kept wishing for more. We kept at it till sunrise, right there in the club's restroom. It was the most freakish night of my life and it made me wanting more.