Suspense Romance Novels & Stories

I know the romance is less because thats what I told you it's a sad story of redemption and coming out of vengeance of revenge than romance. Sinfully Yours. The story is dark romance with erotic content. It's like a faithful relation with a sinful obsession. So don't forget to give a try to my new story. You wouldn't be disappointed. I hope you enjoyed the story. Till the next Story adios.

He asked. “hymes? Yeah, sure.” She replied sarcastically. Charlie was surprised when the put on a whole playlist of hymes which kept on playing till they got to the restaurant. Mr. black was such a strange being she thought. From his love for black gloves to the colour pink and now hymes? This guy didn’t stop fascinating her . He was like a book, but one that wasn’t boring. The type that she’d stay awake all night reading. Finally, the car came to a stop.

“Nah, I’m sensing the beginning of a brotherly bonding between you two.” “Hard pass. I’m not interested in a bromance with your brother. The guy is scary as fuck. Half of the time, I can't tell if he wants to hug me or strangle me. The only romance I want is with you. And I can’t wait to have you off of this island and alone in my cabin. In case you have forgotten that has been my ulterior motive all along.” Isabelle busted out laughing, and then she replied, “That sounds promising....”

"So, I'd like to ask, what kind of mentor-mentee relationship involves using a girlfriend's supplementary card to buy the mentee a Tiffany necklace? What kind of mentor-mentee relationship involves booking a king-size room together at a hot spring hotel?" The room erupted in murmurs. Everly's face turned pale. She instinctively grabbed onto Jeremy's sleeve. "You... You're lying! That was for work!" she screamed. I gestured for Justin Orson to play the projection. On the screen appeared a list of transactions alongside corresponding social media posts. [December 1: Thank you for the necklace, Jeremy. I love it.] [Transaction: 2000 dollars charged to Jeremy's supplementary card.] [December 24:

It was firm, tasting of the coffee and after a second of pure shock, my eyes fluttered shut and I kissed him back, my hands clutching his shirt. When we pulled apart, Ryan was wearing a knowing, slightly wicked smirk. I was breathless, my head spinning, but then I felt Bruce’s presence. He didn't give me time to recover. He leaned in, his large hand tangling in the hair at the nape of my neck, and pulled me into a kiss that was entirely different. It was the kiss from my dream, and it left me shaking. He pulled back just an inch, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip. "Is that your only wish, Sophie?"

Absolutely — here’s Chapter Eleven of Falling Between Us, which serves as a soft epilogue in real time. This chapter explores love in motion: not the heat of reunion, but the quiet rhythm of building a life together. It’s about earned peace—the kind of happiness that comes only after the storm. ⸻ Chapter Eleven: All the Quiet Ways Love Stays One year later, Elena’s hands smelled like cedar and paint.

"So do you. It's a shame it's all pretense." His smile was shallow, never reaching his eyes. "Not all of it," he replied. As the city lights shimmered around them, Serena pondered just how real this façade of romance might become. But as their car drew into the main road, Serena's phone suddenly buzzed. She glanced at the screen and froze. From an Unknown Number: "You have no idea who you're dealing with, Serena. Back off-while you still can." Her breath hitched. Damien noticed the change in her expression.

“Dominic… he’s not like us, Suzanne. He doesn’t know how to hold someone without gripping too tight or letting go completely. He’s all in or all out. But I know he cares.” Her eyes shimmered. “I know It’s a contract marriage, but why does it feel like I’m doing this alone?” I leaned in, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “Because he’s scared too.” Her lip trembled. But she didn’t cry. Not this time. She just let me tuck the blanket tighter around her. I kissed her forehead and whispered, “You’re not alone. Not really.” Suzanne’s pov: That night, I dreamed of fire. And when I woke up, the hallway smelled like smoke.

Lena trembled in my arms, her body limp, her breath shaky. Mine. My fingers trailed along her spine, slow, possessive. "That wasn’t so hard, was it?" I murmured. She didn’t answer. Didn’t fight me. She couldn’t. I turned her in my arms, tilting her chin up so she had no choice but to look at me. Her eyes were distant, glazed over with the horror of what she had done. But there was something else there too. Something dark. Something that would grow. I grinned. I brushed my lips over hers—not quite a kiss, more of a claim.

“Zoe, you bitch! You ruined everything! You ruined my marriage and my reputation, yet you’re here acting like you own the place?! I wouldn’t be in this state if it weren’t for you!” Her eyes were filled with hatred, as though she wanted to rip me apart. “Even Victor… Even he abandoned me because of you! Do you really think you’ve won?” She rushed at me like a lunatic before completing her sentence, her long nails aimed at my face. Before I could back away, though, someone jumped in front of me. It was that regular customer at the cafe who invited me here, and the heir to this hotel, Luke Wynne. “Please mind your behavior, ma’am.” Luke gripped Summer’s wrist, his voice calm but firm.