Stockholm Syndrome Romance Novels Novels & Stories

Every woman wants to chase him, but his heart is being guarded with walls of ice that never seems to come down. Scarlett Miller, a business administration student; with the spice of fashion designing truly angelic, her eyes filled with love, kindness, and anything but hatred. Every man is ready to chase her yet her heart remains untouched free for anyone to steal, but she has yet to come across the thief that claims it as his possession. Will these 2 people ever come across each other, will that wall of ice ever melt with the warmness of kindness, will the man with too much hatred and too little love ever claim his possession, on the women with too little hatred and so much of love?

"Yes, my goal has been achieved. Now I am very happy to see you tortured in prison. But I am still a little dissatisfied. You thought you were atonement for Isabella. You thought Isabella would watch from the sky. Looking at you. But actually you don’t know, right? Isabella is not looking at you in the sky, she is looking at you in real life.” "What do you mean?" Because of his words, Aiden instantly frowned and asked, and his black eyes were as black as death. "What do I mean? I don't mean that literally, Aiden, are you stupid because you have been in prison during this period of time? Isabella is not dead, and you have already seen her!" "You don't know yet, before you were sentenced, you

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

How could I have known, Steven didn't prepped me, and this was my first real interview ever. This day has gotten even worse. My eyes widened and kept flinching, what other worst thing would happen to me now. I had a purse with me, but in it were my phone and the pant I wore yesterday. I couldn't put it on as it still had the sperm of the guy I had a fun time with at the club. Oh my, the way he touched my body and drove me wild, I kept wishing for more. We kept at it till sunrise, right there in the club's restroom. It was the most freakish night of my life and it made me wanting more.

"Chatty little thing, aren't you?" "Nah," Tiredly, I pluck invisible dust from my pants. "I'm just bored," Approximately fifteen minutes later, Colton is taking me through the city of angels. I can't believe no one told me its name, Oceanea! It's such a beautiful name for a city surrounded by water and aquatic flowers. And Colton? It seems the poor man has some relationship issues going on with his future wife. "Julia doesn't like that I'm taking orders from Jenny; she says I'm a loser for listening to someone who could ruin the future of our or city,"

Clearly, she’s developed Stockholm Syndrome. Stockholm Syndrome is a psychological reaction that occurs when hostages or victims of abuse bond with their kidnappers or perpetrators. This psychological connection develops over days, weeks, months, or even years of captivity or abuse. In Jasmine’s case, it was two years. That was more than enough. With this syndrome, hostages or abuse victims can sympathize with their captors, which is the opposite of the fear, terror and contempt that can be expected of victims in these situations. But Jasmine wasn’t aware of it. She didn’t even know she was being held captive and what’s worse, she was being emotionally and psychologically manipulated.

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.

It was quite a sad story. According to my mom, Thor's mother, Viveka came from Denmark to visit her friend who was mated to the pack's former Beta. She met the Alpha through her friend, and they quickly fell in love. Everywhere he went, she followed. They were inseparable. You would think they were a mated couple if you weren't told otherwise. After a while, rumor started circulating that both of them were planning to get married. Then the unthinkable happened. The Alpha met his mate, Evelyn.

I waited for an entire month before finally finding an opportunity. "I killed you. I don't regret it. You deserved it." I raised a hand, blocking the overwhelming hatred burning in his eyes. The story he just told was almost identical to the story of how Jayden and I had met and fallen in love. There was only one difference. In our story, there had been no prison sentence, betrayal, and abandonment. Our life together was happy. It had been full of love. "Who are you?" I asked quietly. He looked straight at me.