Resultados para "The Bell" en Suspense romántico

I didn’t know he was the VP of the Serpents of Chaos MC. No one knew I was the club president's daughter. And when the truth comes out, it changes everything. As a club princess, I should have been off limits to the men. But War has already claimed me as his. And now he’s going to have to fight to keep me.

Gorgeous, cocky, and incredibly dangerous, Viktor Sodorov is the perfect example of how the mafia twists beautiful men into vicious monsters. And I loathe him with every ounce of my body and soul. But hatred isn't cold. It's a burning passion that occupies the deepest corners of your mind, eating away at your will to resist. And that passion has led me right into his capable hands. I shouldn't catch feelings for the man ruining my life, but when he bends me over his knee, it's impossible not to feel something.

Nadie toca lo que es mío sin sufrir consecuencias mortales, pero cuando la mujer más hermosa enfrenta mi furia, mi corazón muerto de pronto comienza a latir de nuevo. En esta vida no existen los cuentos de hadas. Bella nunca se enamorará de la Bestia. Aunque, este monstruo no tiene intención de dejarla ir. Todo el mundo tiene un precio. Simplemente es una cuestión de moneda. Mi pequeña y dulce hacker no puede ser persuadida con dinero, sin embargo, ella hará todo lo que sea necesario para salvar a su familia.

Loving Isaia Del Rossa is like drowning in darkness. And with every possessive touch, every whispered command, I sink deeper under his spell. On this island, there is no outside world. No past. No future. Only him. His hands, his mouth, his obsession. He worships me, breaks me, makes me beg for the kind of pleasure I should fear. And he kills for me like it's nothing. Because to Isaia… I'm everything. But love shouldn't feel like a cage.

The most important thing I’d ever read was scribbled on the door of a portable restroom, engraved into plastic at a carnival on the outskirts of Boston. Lust lingers, love stays. Lust is impatient, love waits. Lust burns, love warms. Lust destroys, but love? Love kills. Maybe it was always my destiny to fall in love with a monster. When other kids stayed awake at night fearing the pointy-toothed beast hiding in their closet, I longed to see mine.

Of two things I'm certain: When something sounds too good to be true, it is; and when Alexius Del Rossa makes you a deal, you run far away and never look back. Me? I didn't run. I stayed. I opened that envelope, and I accepted his offer. Why? Because my life was a mess and on a downward spiral to a big, fat nothing. And he just offered me everything in exchange for six months of my life. It was supposed to be a simple arrangement, but I learned the hard way that nothing is simple when it comes to Alexius.

Sometimes, in fairy tales, the heroine falls in love not with the hero but with the villain. That was my story. I fell for the man many called the Beast of Boston, Cian O'Callaghan. I didn't plan on it, especially after he stole me away from my father and forced me to marry him. But like all good tales, there were twists along the way. The world saw only a beast when they looked at Cian, but I knew him as a man with haunting secrets—secrets that only drew me closer to him.

I was alone when he found me. And that's when he showed me his power, what he could do, how he could make me beg. He didn't have to tell me who he was. I knew he was a monster from the moment he touched me, how his skin burned with cruel passion, how his eyes pierced my soul.

Cruel. Coldblooded. Hades in a Brioni suit. Cillian Fitzpatrick has been dubbed every wicked thing on planet earth. To the media, he is The Villain. To me, he is the man who (reluctantly) saved my life. Now I need him to do me another small solid. Bail me out of the mess my husband got me into. What’s a hundred grand to one of the wealthiest men in America, anyway? Only Cillian doesn’t hand out free favors. The price for the money, it turns out, is my freedom.

Dicen que los dioses no aceptarán un sacrificio minúsculo; debes entregarlo todo para complacerlos. Yo lo he sacrificado todo. He vivido pérdidas y he aprendido a amar; para hallar la belleza en el dolor; y la rosa entre las espinas. Esta historia de amor no es perfecta, pero es nuestra. Nos aferraremos a ella eternamente; y esperamos que esa eternidad dure más que un día.

I’ve never had a life. I’m not talking about the freedom money can buy because I have that in spades. I’m talking about the freedom a girl gets from growing up with four overprotective Del Rossa men…which is zero. Zero freedom to have a social life. Zero freedom to date. Men in this city know better than to look my way. I’m Dark Sovereign property, and everyone knows you don’t touch what belongs to the Del Rossas. To the brothers, I’m the little sister they never had. Except for Nicoli.

Cherry comes off as shy to most, but I know her. She's determined, brazen, and way too young. And she wants me. I turn her away because of her age, but she shows up on my doorstep on her 18th birthday. So I can be her first. She's a virgin, barely legal, but this shy yet fiery little contradiction begs me to give it to her rough.

The King of the North Pole was supposed to be an ally. He wasn't supposed to burn my kingdom in the South Pole to the ground and destroy everything I knew and loved. As the new Queen, I'll take my revenge no matter what it costs me. But Nicholas, the immortal Saint, is far more powerful than I ever imagined. And when he flips the script on my assassination attempt, I find myself running through a frosty woods, trying to outrun and outsmart the vicious and brutal ruler.

Jasha Antonov is everything my mother taught me to be wary of. Sadistically hot, openly jealous, and with a past so dark, he could be a villain in a fairy tale. When our worlds come crashing together, it's not a fairy tale we create. It's wicked, raw passion, wild, dangerous temptations, and a shocking secret that could destroy us both.

I despised Nikolai Antonov. It didn't matter that he was drop-dead gorgeous, rich beyond comprehension, and totally obsessed with me. His rock-solid abs and lustful banter weren't going to convince me to crawl into bed with him. Even when agreed to help rescue my cousin who was kidnapped by the Cartel, my opinion of him didn't budge. He was toxic, and I wanted absolutely nothing to do with him… Until I got pregnant with his baby.

When I came knocking on death's door,
the devil answered instead. And he was the most gorgeous man I'd ever met. His name was Viktor, and he promised to be my protector. But his protection came at the most perilous price…
 My body, my heart, and every inch of my freedom. But he couldn't take without leaving something behind, Something that would tie our souls together forever. I'm pregnant. And Viktor is the father.

I was a rising star, a talented ballerina dead set on etching her name into dance history. When a career-ending injury forced me to hang up my ballet slippers and put on my pink stiletto heels, I found myself trading my hard-earned talent for easy cash on the neon-lit fringes of society. That's where I met Zann, the paradoxical embodiment of my deepest dreams and most terrifying nightmares. A bitter beast wrapped in sticky-sweet promises and just about as filthy as a man can be. Soon, the line between watching and wanting was blurred, and his obsession pulled me under.

I signed my life away to a filthy bratva boss, a beast I can never hope to tame, a man who wants to control every inch of my body and soul. What choice did I have? I was cast out of my family and traded to a mafia boss I barely even knew. Now, he's my possessive husband.

Savva is a filthy bratva beast, as cruel as he is charming and as brutal as he is gorgeous. When I took over my late father's biker bar, I also took over the payments he was making to Savva, the leader of a powerful mafia family operating on the edge of Las Vegas. But Savva couldn't be satisfied with money alone. He wanted more. He spilled into my life like a dark, inescapable shadow, stealing my dignity and drowning me in his sin. But his twisted promises and dark desires aren't enough to convince me to fall for him. Neither are his whiskey kisses and his iron abs.

In 1890, the ominous tolling of the bell announces that death has come to Traeger Hall, leaving orphaned Waverly Pembrooke to piece together the puzzle behind her uncle's and aunt's murders. Bound by the terms of her uncle's eccentric will, Waverly finds herself alone in a manor shrouded by death and questioning the reasons for her uncle's paranoia. A madness hovers over Traeger Hall, and Waverly—as well as the people of nearby Newton Creek—are ill-prepared for the woe that has descended.