Survival Romance Novels Novels & Stories

Seraphine didn’t discriminate. It was highly likely that the books here were put without his knowledge. Kayden wasn’t the man to read at the library. The library could just be here for the sake of it. Not contemplating further about this, she skimmed through the title of the novels. A lot of new ones have been released over the period of five years, and not being able to choose, she randomly grabbed one. From the title, it was a romance between a prisoner of war and a duke. This did some intriguing to Seraphine. Even if she knew it was going to have a sadomasochistic premise, judging from the title and the small snippet, she was still drawn in.

Alex was the love of my life, and I couldn't risk losing him for a passing fling with a rival billionaire. But the more I tried to push him away, the more persistent he became. And I knew that I was in for a dangerous game of seduction and manipulation, one that could threaten everything that I held dear. As I struggled to resist his advances and keep our relationship a secret from Alex, I couldn't help but wonder: how far was he willing to go to get what he wanted, and would I be strong enough to resist his charms? As the days went by, I found myself drawn to Alex's rival billionaire, Matthew. He was charming, successful, and seemed to genuinely care about me. At first, I tried to ignore th

It was hot but it was delicious. “Found what you’ve been looking for?” He stood against the counter watching her. He seemed amused by her choice. She glanced at the book. Criminal Law in Ancient Rome, she read on the cover. “Umm yeah, I’d read just about anything to help me sleep,” she said, tittering to herself. “Well thanks again and sorry for bothering you Mason. I’ll head on up to bed with this.” She took the mug and book turned to go. “You do that. Sleep well.”

“Survive? You make it sound like I’m in a war zone.” “You’re not far off,” I said honestly. “This isn’t the world you know, Amina. The rules are different, the people are different, and if you don’t play your cards right, you’ll end up on the wrong side of things. I’m trying to help you avoid that.” Her face softened for just a second before hardening again. “And what do you get out of this?” she shot back. “Why do you care if I survive?” I leaned against the wall, studying her.

Thank you to everyone who has read it. I'm glad so many of you have enjoyed the story. Book two in the Mafia series begins after this point. Sick For Them It is a dark mafia romance. It is not the typical BXG and is MMMF romance. This story is one in which she is kidnapped, and the mafia saves her, and falls in love with her.

# THE HUSBAND I IMAGINED ## Season Two: The Life We Chose *A steamy contemporary romance novel — sequel season* --- ## Chapter One: The Journalist Vivian Cross had been building her career for fifteen years on exactly one skill: finding the seam in a story that everyone else had already decided was finished.

Most of them were what I expected—books on strategy, history, a few on Italian mafia politics. And then, tucked on the bottom shelf, almost hidden— "You weren't kidding about these?" I pulled one out, raising an eyebrow. "Really?" "Put that back." "The Duke's Dangerous Desire," I read aloud, grinning. "A Rake's Redemption. The Highlander's Captive Bride—" "Jameson." Her voice was sharp, but I could hear the embarrassment underneath. "Put them back." "I'm not judging," I said, turning to face her. "I'm just surprised. You kill people for a living, but you read romance novels?"

"This is actually a reverse harem novel. There are two romance routes in this story—one where Evelyn finds herself with Rafael, and another where she ends up with Xavier. You're the shared female antagonist in both routes," the system explained. I was at a complete loss for words. "Bet you didn't see that coming, didn't you?" I took a deep breath, then another. "System," I said. "Yes, I'm here." "Can I request to blow up this godforsaken world right now?" I gritted out.

"You left me stranded overseas for four years, fully aware that I almost died multiple times trying to track you down. You didn't lift a finger. You just sat back and treated my survival like a joke. "Since the day I landed, I've told you repeatedly that we're done and I'm not marrying you. So, which one of us is playing games?" Damian tried to justify himself, his voice wavering. "I knew you were abroad, but there's no way you actually went to the front lines. You're just a girl—" "What about it?" Sebastian cut him off, his gaze darkening. "The woman you're talking about repeatedly ran straight into heavy fire, risking her life to report from active war zones.

“Damien not glued to your side today? Odd. He tends to keep his… projects close.” Serena’s brows drew together. “What exactly are you implying?” “Oh, come now.” Camille stepped closer, her perfume cloying, her smile widening. “You don’t honestly think you’re the first, do you? Damien has a pattern. Swoops in, plays the saviour, dresses his women up like trophies, parades them around… and when he’s bored, he doesn’t just walk away. He breaks them. Quietly. Completely.” Serena’s jaw tightened, though her voice stayed steady. “Thanks for the unsolicited TED Talk on Damien Drake, but I’ll pass.”