Stockholm Syndrome Romance Books Novels & Stories

He smelled like sweat and that stupid expensive cologne he wore. “You are whatever the fuck I say you are, little sis.” His hand shot out, grabbing my ponytail and yanking my head back just enough to make my scalp sting. “Or did you forget how this works?” My breath hitched. There it was—that dark edge in his voice that always made my thighs press together even as fear spiked through me. I’d spent the last year at college trying to forget the confusing heat that pooled in my belly whenever he got too close. I told myself it was just trauma. Stockholm syndrome. Anything but what it really was.

"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.

She must have exhausted herself with all that training. I moved quietly into the room, intending to just take the book so it didn’t fall and wake her. My hand closed around the spine, lifting it carefully. The cover made me pause. A shirtless man with a woman pressed against a wall, his hand tangled in her hair. The title was something generic…“Forbidden Desire” or some shit like that. It was an explicit romance novel. I almost smiled. My little sister, reading dirty books. It was kind of adorable, actually.

"I should feel nothing but rage and betrayal—so why am I sitting here next to you, listening to you fall apart, feeling something that isn't just anger?" "Stockholm syndrome," Luca suggested, but there was no conviction in his voice. "Your psyche trying to make sense of captivity by developing affection for your captor; it's textbook, Sienna—don't trust it." "But what if it's not?" she asked, the question escaping before she could stop it. "What if something real has developed despite the circumstances, despite everything that says it shouldn't be possible?" "Then we're both doomed," Luca said quietly. "Because there's no way to build something healthy on this foundation, no path forward tha

Then the fabric of the top brushes against my nipples and I hiss softly, the sting sharp and real—too real for a dream. And then it hits. Memory after memory crashes over me in brutal succession. “Holy fucking shit.” I don’t know what I’m supposed to feel—embarrassment? Pride? Horror? All I know is that it hasn’t even been that long since I mentally decided I hated this man… and I still let him fuck me like some pathetic omega in heat from those ABO short dramas I’m only half-ashamed to admit I watch. You only did it for your own interest, Rhea, I tell myself desperately as I try to slip off the bed without making a sound. You never know where that bastard might be lurking. All you need to d

Hotel Room Chapter 6 Jake's hands sliding up Jannis's arms sent shivers down her spine, causing her breath to catch. With an equally intense look, she tilts her head back and meets his ravenous gaze. "Jake, I want to eat the forbidden fruit tonight. I want to feel the forbidden love's sweetness." Whispered confessions laden with need and love fill her voice as Jannis comes closer to Jake, her curves molding against his strong torso, and her hands find a firm grasp on his chest.

“At such mention, it just gets on my nerves. I knew Sophia’s a homewrecker, but little did I realize that she’s far more disgusting than those homewreckers out there.” “What makes you say that?” Winona sensed that there was something wrong. ‘What on earth did Madam Parker tell Heather?’ “Let me tell you something. Sophia isn’t just a homewrecker. She’s a lot more disgusting than other ordinary homewreckers for stealing her best friend’s partner. If I’d known earlier that Sophia is such a disgusting person, I wouldn’t have allowed Serena and Michael to get together.” Heather fumed. “You can’t tar Serena with the same brush. Criminals do learn from their mistakes too. What’s more, Serena and S

I’m trying to seduce him just to be noticed but i couldn’t believe that we just have sex too. I just hope that we can still have sex even just his fucking slut, I don’t see my self as a slut but for him. I will do anything, My love for him is really strong. And I can’t help it. He’s living like a god he’s so handsome. I wish He could love me back. ****** A days past I heard that Hiro’s left and move in to a condo. I immediately got dressed and looked for Hiro's condo but with so many condos in this area I could not find it immediately until nightfall when I asked his male friend where he was, He immediately told it out to me. .

Carina lay in bed, her body already aroused from the hours she had spent reading the erotic novel she had recently brought. Feeling the dampness between her thighs as she read the passionate sex between the leads, she closed her eyes and let out a soft moan imagining what it would be like to be the female lead. She ended the book at the point where the male lead let out a lewd growl as he cummed inside the female lead’s hole.

Her feet were crossed behind her, moving from side to side as the rest of her body moved to whatever tune was playing in her mind. I found myself constantly distracted by her movements. The emails were going unanswered while she was reading one of those sex books she’d found in one of the rooms. One of my wolves enjoyed some kinky books, which I didn’t have a problem with Emma reading. Anything that got my woman hot and horny was only a benefit to me. Ethan's POV:::