Romantic Thriller Novels & Stories

She knew that Liam meant every word he said, but she couldn't shake off the feeling that this was only the beginning of a long and dangerous battle. "Fuck me, Liam. Fuck me until you forget about him." As Penelope and Liam's passion for each other intensifies, they begin to undress, their hands moving quickly to remove each other's clothing. Penelope's fingers shake as she unzips her dress and lets it fall to the floor, revealing her lacy lingerie underneath. Liam's eyes darken with desire as he takes in the sight of her, and he quickly sheds his own clothes. They stand before each other, their bodies bare, the love and desire they feel for each other clear in their eyes. They embrace, their

💕(Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode eleven 🌹🌹 .. .. 💕 Alexa’s POV 💕 .. .. I jerked awake and noticed it was Dawn already but something seems off. It’s as if something was gonna go wrong. I stared at Damien sleeping peacefully beside as his chest rose and fell,I just hope my hunch isn’t right. I know what awaits me,I know what is going to happen but I must overcome. The door bursted open revealing Lord Bennett, lady Katherine,Lord Alistair and four guards as they marched in,with furious looks.

Back then, he had used this trick to win over her heart too. Looking back, she finally realized how stupid she was before. A man’s promise was only a lie. All the romantic gestures were traps to bedazzle the woman’s heart. The corners of her lips twitched into a sardonic smile as she held the bouquet of flowers. Matthew thought success was near upon seeing her smile. Immediately, he did as he had rehearsed before and led her toward the hall that was covered with fresh flowers. He readjusted his emotions, knelt one knee, and held her hands. “Christina, I like you. Be my girlfriend.”

Élliot asked, pointing at Moreau. " I'm in.." he said in a low voice, " Great, we'll move tonight, '' Delphine announced. They are going to raid Romanesque unannounced. .. .. .. The light of the moon shone in the town of Romanesque, it was like every other night, everyone had retired to their beds. Lamps were lit around, in one of the houses, two girls, one at the age of sixteen, the other eleven, were seen petting their new found toy, which they received from their mother as a gift.

Francis' ride was on us in a flash, screeching to a halt right in front. He stormed out, his face a thundercloud. "Mr. Collins!" he roared. "Where do you think you're taking her?" Bernard stepped up, shielding me. "I won fair and square; she's mine." "She belongs to me." Francis glared at me. "Natalie, come here." I stayed put. That was when the night exploded with the sound of a gunshot. A bullet sliced through the dark, gunning for Francis. "Hit the deck!" I shoved him down hard.

His fingers gripped my ass, and I knew he’d leave bruises. I didn’t care. He set a fast and brutal pace, thrusting into me deeper and harder. A throaty moan left me with each thrust of his cock, his pelvis rubbing against my clit, setting off fireworks within me. “So wet.” Thrust. Pounding me with force. “So fucking beautiful.” His thrusts ignited flames in my veins. “Mine.” His hips worked ruthlessly, taking me higher and higher. Roman Petrov fucked me hard. Flesh against flesh.

I kicked them out mid-orgasm. I’ve been with brunettes too. Some of them were actresses. Everything about them had been fake. Including their orgasms. But Rhiannon? With her green eyes, and blonde hair. I’ve never met anyone like her. I think I’m fucked. And my foolish wolf was not helping. My wolf was playing a highlight reel. Replaying her moan, her kiss, her scream, her face when she cums on a repeat as though it was a goddamned movie.

I keep a steady pace with her studying her pretty long wavy brown hair she has pulled into a messy bun atop her head, and the silver dress she is wearing with a sequence with a red lip to tie it all together my friend is beautiful and achingly so. We continue bobbing and swaying to the music when I feel a prickling sensation run down my spine and makes my blood run cold. I discreetly take a look over Sydney's shoulder and when my eyes clash with his very eerily bright blue ones, my steps falter and I almost collapse to the ground. Roman Russo is here. Roman

Even though I love thrillers, romantic things like that are surely every woman’s dream, right? “You and your husband are the same,” Mariyam joked. “Me?” I chuckled softly. “I don’t know, maybe.” I wasn’t even sure how to answer. What if the romance they meant was different from the romance Miron meant? When my body experienced an orgasm, it was thanks to Miron’s punishment. Then, he gave me a pasca-sex treatment that probably no other woman would ever get. Isn’t that a form of romance? Like dark romance? “Aren’t you and Sir Miron going on dates like that on a cruise ship, too?” Mariyam’s tone sounded certain.