Thriller Romance Novels Novels & Stories

“You can hang out with Trent and when things start getting serious between the both of you, you can easily make him think that there’s trouble in paradise. All these can happen after you marry Anthony or maybe give him a child… or when he’s finally the CEO. All you have to do is cheat on him with Trent after making Trent think that he is also cheating on you.” I blinked and looked to the side to mull over what she had just said. It made sense but it would still be scandalous. I wished what she said was easy to execute but it wasn’t. The only thing I wanted was to build trust. If there was strong trust between me and Trent, he would probably understand. All I wanted was just to fight away the

“Oh, Your Majesty… you’re so big… fuck—” I froze, cheeks burning. The erotic novels I secretly read had never prepared me for this. The raw, unrestrained sounds made something low in my belly tighten. I pressed my thighs together, trying to ignore the sudden slick heat between them. I didn’t dare knock. Instead, I stood there, heart hammering, imagining what was happening on the other side of that door. The moans peaked, then abruptly stopped. I stared at the vial in my hands and forced myself to knock twice.

I take a shower and get into my usual suit as I prepare to make those who are working to bring me down pay for their actions. Alistair Whitlock My personal aim would be to meet with Zarla, as she has texted me the number of the men she was receiving threats from. After a professional investigation, it was found that they are associated with Lily and her men. Thus, I knew that charges against Mr. Romero must be Lily's doing, since she never sits back and waits for things to happen without taking action. I am rather curious about how she will take my engagement with Varisa, though. Anyway, I repay anyone who tries to cause harm to me and to my integrity.

TW: This book is provocative. It is categorized as DARK ROMANCE for a reason. It will not be for everyone. If you are a reader with certain triggers or sensitivities common to the dark romance genre then know that this book contains: a very dirty talker hero, sexual degradation, dubcon, rough play, and s&m themes. ♕—Delilah Lorenzo pulled away breathing heavily, a raindrop slid down my face and into my parted lips. Being in Lorenzo's arms and not feeling any fear was terrifying because it felt so good. I can't deny the fact that I had never felt safer than I do in his arms.

“I tried to protect you by pushing you away. But you won’t let me.” “Because I want all of you,” I gasped, cupping his face. “The control, the secrets, the danger. All of it.” Roman’s pace sped up again, turning wild. Sweat dripped from his body onto mine. He fucked me like he was scared to lose me, deep and possessive. I came a second time, harder, my whole body shaking as my pussy gushed around him. “Roman, fuck, I’m coming again.” He groaned loud and buried himself deep, cock pulsing as he filled me with hot cum. Rope after rope pumped into me until it leaked out around his shaft.

I leaned in a fraction of an inch, a teasing glint in my eyes, "I prefer classic literature. Russian realism, psychological thrillers. Dostoyevsky, Fitzgerald, Hemingway. I like substance." "Substance?!" Ruby mocked, completely offended. "Are you implying my romance novels don't have substance? Excuse you, but enemies-to-lovers tropes require intense psychological maneuvering! The angst! The tension! It's art, Alexander. Your little Russian thrillers have nothing on a slow-burn romance."

I didn't care, I just knew that it was fantastic. With every lick, the ember of my desire burned brighter, threatening to catch into a full blown blaze at any moment. I felt my temperature rising, the heat consuming me from within. Tremors rocked my body as his tongue fanned the sparks that my body nursed. I felt the heat rising, felt the smoke, and where there's smoke, there's always fire. When the flame ignited, my eyes squeezed shut. Delicious licks of fire washed over my every nerve, intensifying every sensation that I felt. The red color of the flames was all I could see, and my ears roared with the intensity of the flame.

“I’m not as shameless as you! I simply can’t bear to see you acting all bold and confident while stealing someone else’s fiancé. It’s another story if you love Michael, but you’re just using him for revenge. Your twisted personality makes you jealous of others' happiness!” Infuriated, Suzy could not care less about speaking politely. “You’re calling me a third party, but aren’t you a homewrecker yourself? Do you think you’re nobler than me?” What was this about? Could people not tell right from wrong anymore? Even a homewrecker was starting to seek justice for another homewrecker. “I’ve never called myself noble and I wish you’ll not pretend to be that in front of me. I’ve seen many disgusti

The Nouveau-Riche Romance Chapter twenty-nine The brightness of the day filtered into the room. Illuminating it with its soft glow. The illumination was just enough to rouse Joan from sleep. Her body felt relaxed, she felt mellow really. It felt like she was coming down from a drug high. No, it was a sex high. Sex? Sex... Joan abruptly opens her eyes as she remembered the events of the previous night. She had sex with Asher. Now that she thought about it it was a crazy night and she wouldn't believe it if she hadn't experienced it.

I’m damn proud of it, and I’m glad I didn’t give up after the first fail. I’ve discovered that I get into those fantasy stories where one person knows who his or her soul mate is upon meeting them, or even before that, as what happened in the A Court of Thorns and Roses series by Sarah J. Maas, A Kinda Fairy Tale series by Cassandra Gannon, and many of the shifter books by Eve Langlais that I have loved so much. So that’s where I came up with the Love Mark idea.