Stockholm Syndrome Books Romance นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I'd gladly shoot the ones who'll tell her otherwise. I busied myself by answering some emails as I sit on the couch in the Great Room, trying my best not to bother the people going back and forth to decorate. It was coming to life now, the wedding. Several flowers and lace and lights. I should feel sick to my stomach now, knowing that in less than three days, I'd be a married man, be Boss of two business, and have Mari as my wife, have her enemies as mine, and mine as hers. It wasn't scary though. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I know that this marriage is real. Somewhere deep inside the rubble of distrust and hate, bad history and vendettas, Mari and I have something real. Sure we might

⚠️🔞 TRIGGER WARNINGS (DARK ROMANCE): ⚠️🔞 This is a DARK ROMANCE book with heavy, raw, and non-traditional themes. It contains highly sensitive content that some readers may find uncomfortable, triggering, or disturbing. This includes, but is not limited to: Domestic abuse and physical violence Forced marriage and extreme possessiveness Non-consensual/forced sexual situations and breeding themes Explicit sexual content (18+) Very strong language and toxic dynamics

I'm sitting between Kahlo's legs with my back to his front as I read the book he bought me. It's a cute small-town romance with vanilla sex scenes. Something I would have enjoyed when I started I started reading but now it's boring. Bland. Where is the bully that makes the female lead's life a living hell but she still ends up with him? Where is the stalker or psychopath who doesn't know the meaning of privacy and personal space? Give me unhinged. Even better if it's the female because I can relate with them. But since Kahlo bought this book for me, I don't mind reading it. Although, it would be a little better if she at least got together with both guys. We all need some toxicity in our liv

My elbows hit the door frame one or twice, hard enough to leave bruises in the morning, but I didn’t care. "Tap me twice," he breathes again, finally letting us inside his dim room, smelling like aftershave, mint, and man. And we turned, we tangoed our way to the bed. We were lucky enough not to fall on the floor with how busy our hands were. How desperate they were to touch the warmth, the softness, the electricity of each other. I continued to unbutton my dress shirt as I collapsed on the soft surface of his bed. He was looking down at me, lust in his eyes, biting his lips, and his hood screaming to let loose between his legs. "If you want me to stop you—"

she had tears in her eyes, "I need you to marry me and you would." "What if I say No?" She said, "You have no choice." I looked up at Zachary, "Give her the annexure." To be continued….. The journey from hatred to love. They have a long journey to pass. If you like this book. Please add this to your libraries. Tune in for more updates Till the next time With love Purva Narang (Your Author)

The night felt really heavy. The rain had stopped,. I could still smell it in the air. It was cool and fresh. It came into my room through the little space I had left open by the balcony door. I stood there looking at the garden below me. The roses looked almost black in the moonlight. Everything outside seemed calm. Inside me everything was moving. I put my arms around myself not because I was cold. Because my thoughts were too loud. A lot of things had changed. Loving him meant living with things that were not always clear. It meant knowing that peace would never last forever.

"Haven't I treated you right all these years?" "Treated me right?" I locked eyes with him. "You turned my hands into weapons, filled my nights with nightmares, and made me a slave to those pills. You call that treating me right?" He growled, "I saved you! My old man wanted you gone, but I convinced him to let you be! Without me, you'd be six feet under!" I shot back, saying, "Well, maybe I'd prefer that." He let go of my hand and jerked back as if he had touched a hot stove. For just a second, I caught a glimpse of pain flickering across his face before it vanished behind his usual icy facade.

Slow and soft and entirely unhurried, the kind of kiss that had nothing to prove and everything to give. When it ended, I settled back against his chest without a word. His arms tightened around me, and I closed my eyes, finding the steady beat of his heart under my ear and letting it do what it had been doing all night. Neither of us said anything else. We simply held each other in the quiet dark of the apartment and let sleep come gently, finally safe inside the truth of what we both felt. The sound hit before I was fully awake. A crash so loud and so violent that I was sitting upright before my eyes had even properly opened, my heart already slamming against my ribs with the particular ur

His hand under my shirt traced the curve of my waist, thumb brushing the underside of my bra. The party noise faded. All I could feel was the heat of him, the way his breath stuttered when I kissed him back just as hard. “Ah… Asher…” My voice betrayed me the second he pressed closer. He was already hard. I was already gone enough to forget we were in the middle of a packed kitchen. Then someone shouted my name and reality slammed back in. “ISLA!” Kai’s voice cut through everything, high, furious, and way too close. “Get your fucking hands off her, Asher!@

“Come on, Kerrien. What’s wrong? I thought you liked being kissed. ‘That was the impression you gave the first time we were alone together. I promise not to do anything you might object to. I learned that lesson after your last little outburst.’ Feeling as if she might easily drown in her emotions, half of her desperately needed physical contact, half of her knew she should wait until Ashton was the man in her arms. But Ashton was probably making love to Martine... at this very moment. She gave in and yielded to Brett’s kiss. ‘The warmth of the male body, pressed close to her own, was comforting, exciting, healing. If she closed her eyes tight, she could pretend, imagine, it was Ashton. His