Stockholm Syndrome Books Romance Novels & Stories

We were sworn enemies, different wolf breeds that loathed the other ever since the war, how then could we be mates? Alpha Liam, my mate? Impossible. Despite the lingering feeling of foreboding and danger, I felt like running into his arms. My body was acting completely opposite manner. His heavy scent continued to linger in the air as he appraoched. He suddenly took off and began to run towards me, his face filled with rage and unwavering disgust. I bent down immediately, wrapping my trembling hands around my legs, listlessly resigning to my sad fate. Perhaps this is how I had been destined to die.

Alpha of Gods Harmony Moon Series Book 3 A Steamy Werewolf / Dragon / Hybrid Romance Novel Ms. Sophia Chapter 1: Who is He? Ryder My pulse was racing, my breathing was rapid, but I could do this all day. Nothing is a challenge for me anymore. I ducked as a fist aiming for my face barely grazed the side of my head. That’s only because I am becoming bored with all of this, he wouldn’t have touched me otherwise.

His smile was warm, but it only made the ache in my chest grow stronger. I smiled back, but deep down I was upset. I really wished he’d had just left. Anyways, I went ahead to sit beside Cole, who had already taken a spot beside him. The cushions were soft, almost too soft, and they seemed to swallow me whole as I sank into them. My eyes picked out the title of the book that he was reading. It was “Bound by Hatred.” This was one of my favorite dark romance novels I read as a teen. The sight of it brought back a flood of memories, bittersweet and poignant.

I pressed my forehead to hers, my breath mingling with hers as the room seemed to close in around us. "Forever," I repeated, as if the word itself could bind us tighter than any chains. And I knew—I knew—she would never escape me. THE END. THANK YOU FOR FOLLOWING THIS SERIES TO THE VERY END! Author I*******m @agkbooks

She sounded frantic and desperate, like she'd been waiting her entire existence for this exact moment. "THAT'S OUR MATE!" My eyes went wide and snapped up to look at Kael's face. At Nathan's face, at whoever this was standing in front of me touching my hair like I was something precious. The feeling washing over me was unmistakable, i'd heard other wolves describe it a hundred times. The pull in your chest like an invisible rope tying you to another person, the overwhelming need to be close to them, to touch them, to never let them go, the certainty deep in your bones that this person was meant for you and you were meant for them.

While I was curiously examinating my new surroundings, Anton crept up beside me. "So, what do you think?" He asked me with a smirk, amused by my astonished expression. "I... I think it's way better than what I expected." I honestly replied, my shoulders unwinding in relief. "I wasn't expecting that from my kidnappers!" My last sentance was said in a sharp, reproaching tone. I wasn't going to be like those girls who feel so relieved not to be abused during their captivity that they thought of it as an act of kindness from their kidnappers! That was called Stockholm Syndrome and that was an unhealthy relationship! So even though I was relieved to be kept in a quite nice room, I took an harsh t

Trigger warning!!! This is not a traditional romance, it contains disturbing subject matter, including themes of questionable consent, Stockholm syndrome as well as graphic sexual consent. The author neither endorses nor condones this type of behaviour CHAPTER ONE MALAKAI * * I saw him today. The devil in shining armour. His face brought back all the memories that I've tried to forget. All the blurry lines became clearer. Up until now, it had been difficult to distinguish between the truth and my imagination I can't believe it's only twenty-four months since we last saw each other.

But the tears continued to flow, a testament to the emotional turmoil she had endured. "Pet," Master Romario said, his voice laced with concern. Allison turned and rushed into his arms, tears streaming down her face. She was shocked she still had more tears left after all the crying she'd done. "It's okay, pet, I've got you," Romario whispered, his gentle rubbing of her back a stark contrast to the cruelty he'd shown her before. As Allison felt a sense of comfort in his embrace, a chilling thought crept into her mind: Had she developed Stockholm syndrome? And as she looked up at her master's face, she saw something in his eyes that made her heart race...

The cool midnight air greeted him with the fragrance of roses. He felt the relief instantly, his anxiety dissipating, blown away by the night breeze, leaving only the scent of roses clinging to him like a permanent lover. For a ruthless mafia like him, who’d taken countless lives in the seedy underbelly of Chicago, he couldn’t understand why he found roses to be so comforting. They were such fragile plants, their petals so delicate, like humans whom he could easily crush with his palms. Still, whatever it was, it always did the trick. The scent calmed him down and he relaxed.

And I didn't help myself either, I constantly fed fears with stories of toxic, manipulative love, how it started always started with flowers and charm, and then, one day, the switch would flip. I promised myself I would never experience that. Romance belonged in stories. Fantasies not real life. Still, I couldn’t deny the memory of his touch. How warm his hand had felt on the small of my back. How perfectly he held me. How one dance ignited sparks across my skin. And my book? It wasn’t helping. The vivid steamy descriptions made me restless, And yet, part of me wasn’t ready to climb out of that mental gutter.