Romantic Thriller Novels & Stories

The matter of the death of the two elders in such a short time, as well as the demands of the nobles to find the culprit who killed Elder Rang, were no longer in the minds of the two of them. Because right now, Mila and Liam just want to focus on each other and enjoy each other's bodies, exploring things they have never touched before. Liam didn't even hesitate to be a little rough to Mila when she tried to take control and dominate him. He didn't want to be dominated by Mila, at least not for a moment like this and now Mila looked helpless under his body, but the look in her eyes…. Mila's eyes seemed to challenge Liam to do more.

The wolf family was sent away with their lives, but the father felt insulted by her intervention and was bothered the entire day. Unable to hide his displeasure, he summoned her to his private court and accused her of adultery. Astonished, the mother tried bravely to defend her honor, but her fate was sealed even before she stepped foot in his court. When she attempted to beckon to his better nature, one that he did not possess, he flung her across the room where she was pinned by a tusk hanging from the wall. Her lifeless body was tossed into the woods, unburied and without her honour as a Luna. Since then, I have detested my father’s anger above all things.

“Why is it so dark? Please, turn on the lights, Anth.” I hesitated before pressing the soft buttons of the light switch and then the room brightened up. I heard her gasp first before my eyes took in the rose petals and unlit candles on the floor and on various pieces of furniture in the living room. My eyes scanned the room and spotted more rose petals, even the ones leading to the bedroom. The romantic setting of the place made my nervousness spike higher than before. “Did you do this?” I pushed every ounce of nervousness from my body and approached her then wrapped my arms around her shoulder. I placed my face against hers then kissed her cheek, feeling the softness of her skin and inhalin

he murmured, eyefucking her entire body. She inhaled deeply and opened her eyes, and his blue orbs met hers. Scarlett wanted to be fucked by him now that he was entirely exposed in front of her and Scarlett was feeling his body with her hands; they were basically just fuck buddies. Scarlet's father was Damien's business partner, and she is a well-known model. She fell in love with his looks at first sight, or desire, and ventured to propose a deal to him at a party held by her father, despite knowing how dangerous he is. Surprisingly, he agreed.

“Come on, spill. I heard rumors about the penthouse, the tension, the way he looks at you like he wants to devour you and lock you away at the same time. Has the ruthless Matteo Moretti finally been… tamed? Or are you two still hate-fucking your way through every argument?” Heat flooded my cheeks. The memory of this morning flashed through me riding him slow and deep, then the shower, his body pressing me against the tile, my whispered confession still echoing in my head. “It’s complicated,” I muttered, but the way my body reacted gave me away. “There’s hate. There’s… a lot of other things too. He’s not gentle, but sometimes… sometimes he stays. He held me this morning. Kissed my shoulder li

My heartbeat erratic. — What do you want from me, Dante? He turned my face with two fingers, with a disturbingly gentle touch. — Everything. — he replied. — But I’ll start with your obedience. Our faces were too close. Just one inch and... But I pulled away, breaking the contact. I felt ashamed of the frantic pulse between my legs. Of my body’s involuntary response to the touch of a man who held me captive. He respected the distance. Stood up and walked to the door.

Moosa didn't let her complete as with the tilted head, he pasted his lips on hers, kissing her. Roshanay was left breathless as she slid against the wall, sitting on the floor by the end of the kiss. It was a demanding kiss, manifesting the fire brewing up within him, exhibiting his rage and hatred for liar or for anyone who even entertained the thought or tried to taint his honor. It didn't pour an ounce of love but it was full of dominance, possession, obsession and love- a dark love.

In a fluid motion he crossed to the window, eased it open, and slipped into the night. I lay there staring at the darkness where his silhouette had been, my pulse roaring in my ears. If what he’d said was true, then this wasn’t just about some bag of missing cash. It was bloodlines and vengeance and governments and deals made in shadowed rooms. This wasn’t just about me and Torin and one ruined love story. This was a war. The door to my room creaked a few minutes later. I shut my eyes, forcing my breath slow. Soft steps crossed the floor. I peeked through my lashes. Tannin. Dark circles under her eyes, hair in a messy knot, worry written from brow to chin.

As passion built, Dominic’s hips pressed harder, deeper, grounding them both. Matteo’s breath hitched, his fingers clutching Dominic’s shirt. “I’m close…” Dominic kissed him fiercely, murmuring, “Me too. Let go with me.” The final thrusts came in waves—urgent, desperate, full of everything they’d held back. Their bodies trembled, voices mingling in quiet cries, in whispered names. When the motion slowed, they collapsed together, hearts racing, skin slick with sweat. Dominic held Matteo close, lips brushing his hair.