Dark Romance Web Novels & Demon Divorce Stories

"Look at yourself, Clara. I can't even get turned on by looking at you anymore. What did you expect? That I'd make love to a wall?" Those cruel words shattered Clara's world in an instant. She had given Julian everything—her loyalty, her youth, and every part of herself. But as her body changed and she gained weight, the love of the man who had once vowed to cherish her forever disappeared along with it. Day after day, Clara found herself begging for scraps of affection from a husband who could barely bring himself to acknowledge her existence. Then, a ghost from her past stepped back into her life. "You said yes. That means you're mine, Clara." Damon was not joking about the childhood promise Clara had always dismissed as nothing more than innocent play. Unlike her cold and indifferent husband, Damon looked at Clara as though she were the center of his universe. His gaze burned with a dangerous obsession—an all-consuming possessiveness that refused to accept the word no. Caught between a dying marriage and a man whose unwavering desire threatened to consume everything, Clara faced a perilous choice: remain with the husband who treated her like a shadow, or surrender herself to the man who would gladly set the world ablaze just to make her his.

Karen Donna at twenty six was in need of a job, after quiting her job as a waitress, she wanted to give her family the best life, and send her younger brother to college. When she finally got a job at New York far away from her hometown, she has left to face her hot boss who happened to be her boyfriend cousin. Things got heated fast, and she had to choose between her boss and her boyfriend who she happened to love so much.

She thought the worst thing that could happen to her had already happened. Her husband. His assistant. Eight years of marriage quietly falling apart on a Tuesday afternoon while she was at work. She was wrong. Evelyn Harper bought the house on Harrow Hill to disappear. Remote. Abandoned. Cheap enough to make her laugh out loud at two in the morning. She should have asked why it was so cheap. From the very first night, something in the walls knew her name. Evelyn. Low and unhurried. The way someone speaks your name when they have been waiting a very long time to say it out loud finally. Then came the touch. Fingertips, cool and deliberate, ghosting along the inside of my thigh. I shifted, half asleep, my legs parting before I could think better of it. The touch climbed higher, slow and patient, tracing the seam of me, circling the ache that bloomed hot and sudden between my legs. I was embarrassingly wet, instantly wet ,hips rocking into nothing, chasing the sensation. Then she knew that; Something ancient lived in that house. Something that had chosen her specifically. Something that had been waiting for her bloodline for over a century. And the lonely man who follows her into its darkness may be the only thing standing between Evelyn and losing herself forever. Some houses don't just haunt you They own you.