Dark Romance Web Novels & Protective Age Gap Stories

BLURB Layla Thompson was once a confident, slender girl with a bright future and a loving boyfriend. After a near-fatal illness left her with a fuller, plus-size body, her world began to crumble. Rejected and shamed by the man she thought loved her, Layla finds herself lost in the night—until a devastatingly handsome older man enters her life. One impulsive, passionate night with a mysterious stranger awakens desires she never knew she possessed. But fate has a cruel sense of humor. The stranger is none other than Mateo Reyes—her new CEO, her ex-boyfriend's father and her soon-to-be stepfather. The stranger that makes her leg shake is about to become her stepfather, the boy who told her she was not worth looking at is about to become her stepbrother. Layla realized that the man who truly sees her beauty may be the one she can never openly claim. Now, Layla must navigate forbidden attraction, intense guilt, and overwhelming /ust.

Having feelings for my best friend’s dad was bad. But what do we call having feelings for three of them? Especially when those three men aren’t just my dad’s best friends, they’re also my best friends’ dads. They were the last people that I should want. But they were the only ones who could give me exactly how I'd want it. Some cravings are so wrong they should stay locked in your head forever. Like secretly craving for the three powerful men who helped raise you. Like imagining them satisfying your needs while your dad is thousands of miles away. Like begging from three different mouths at the same time. But I didn't just imagined mine, I lived it and loved it.

Shivering, I sobbed out, unable to speak, unable to move. "Shh, shh, now baby-girl, it's alright, you're safe, don't cry" he soothed, moving closer to me. "N-Noah, I w-want to go home," I sobbed, feeling weak from my inability to talk without stuttering. A gasp left my parted lips as his hand forcefully connected with my cheek, "You are home, so I don't want to hear that crap from you, okay?" shaking, I looked down at my feet, his gaze too menacing to hold. "I said, do you understand" he spit through clenched teeth, "y-yes, I'm sorry" I whispered, a new wave of tears making their appearance. "Good girl, now I need you to keep being a good girl, okay?" nodding, my eyes met his dark ones. His form towered over me, making me feel small and irrelevant. "Words, Embry!" He demanded as I stuttered out a quiet yes. I studied him cautiously as he walked towards the far end of the room, shuffling through drawers before stalking back towards me and crouching down. I sucked in a breath as I saw the knife in his hand, his face held a mischievous grin as it glinted in the light. "Now baby-girl, you see, as much as I hate to, you need to be punished, do you know why?" Warning! This story is for mature audience, it contains strong language, abuse, mature themes and sensitive topics. ___ He was her rock, her best friend, her first love. He became her worst nightmare, her tormentor, her captor She was his everything. His obsession. Their story should have ended with that court case, but he's found a way back to her, and he won't give her another opportunity to escape. Not this time.

Jordyn Windslow never expected a trip to Sicily for her sister’s wedding to put her directly in the path of one of the most feared men on the island. Ares Russo is dark, controlled and impossible to read. The kind of man who walks into a room and changes the atmosphere without saying a word. Jordyn knows almost nothing about him, only that people seem to lower their voices when he is near, doors open without question, and no one is ever brave enough to tell him no. What she doesn’t know is why. Known in the underworld as “Il Mietitore”—the Reaper—Ares built a reputation on blood, fear and silence. Violence, vengeance and death are all he has ever really known. Until Jordyn. She is everything he has no business wanting. Beautiful, stubborn and far too innocent for the darkness surrounding him. Ares knows keeping his distance is the only way to protect her from the life he has spent trying to leave behind. Then Jordyn becomes a target. Protecting her should have been simple. Falling for her was never part of the plan. As danger closes in and long-buried secrets begin to surface, Jordyn starts to realise the man she has fallen for is hiding far more than she ever imagined. Loving Ares means stepping into a world she never knew existed, one built on loyalty, power and blood. And once Ares decides Jordyn is his to protect, there is no line he won’t cross to keep her safe. Ares Russo may have tried to leave the Reaper behind, but some monsters never truly disappear. He vows, for every tear Jordyn sheds, someone will bleed. And Sicily is about to remember exactly why they called him the Reaper.

My name is Katia, and I am just trying to survive until my fated mate arrives. Which may be easier said than done. Rejectection is the last straw. Whispering my acceptance of his rejection. I run through the pack house, out across the manicured lawn into the forest. "I'm sorry, my sweet girl," I say to my wolf. I'm sorry you have been stuck with me and have had to suffer everything I have. She whispers, "it's not your fault, Katia. " We came to a cliff with a waterfall. The hurt keeps pounding at me. I need it to stop. My sweet girl, and I just want peace, I keep running and leap off the cliff. Spreading my arms wide, with tears streaming down my face, I fall, not making a sound... *** The Snow Moon pack is having their last barbecue of the summer next to the waterfall on their land. The adults are laughing and joking while watching the pups play. Someone yells, “Oh my goddess, someone just jumped over the waterfall!" Everyone is frozen as they watch what looks to be a child falling arms spread wide, no one makes a sound. The alpha, beta, and gamma, spring into action, swimming towards the area the person went under. The alpha is screaming his wolf is going crazy repeating, “Find her. Find her...find her!" They dive and the beta surfaces with a small person in his arms. Alpha takes the girl from his beta, laying her on the ground. The men are shocked by what they see. She is covered in scars and injuries. Her body is twisted and broken. The Beta asks, "Who could have done this to someone so defenseless?" Alpha drops to his knees, repeating, "MATE...MATE...MATE!"

As a top physics student, Jacqueline never expected her reply to a sultry ad would drag her into Cole’s orbit, a cocky financier whose magnetic charm was a trap and whose control was absolute. Every lash of his whip, every ruthless thrust, and every scorching gaze pulls her deeper into his dark world—a world where secrets simmer and desire burns hotter than she ever imagined. Now Jacqueline is caught between the thrill of surrender and the fight for her soul. Will she rise from the ashes of her corruption, or will she give in completely to his iron grip?

CAUTION! ❗️⚠️DARK ROMANCE. MULTIPLE STEAMY STORIES* Through Realms of Sins is a collection of taboo and steamy stories where passion knows no boundaries. In different worlds and timelines, an Omega woman becomes the obsession of powerful Alphas: CEOs, kings, mafia bosses, and supernatural beings.Every story would whisk you away into a world of dark romance and irresistible desire, where the lines between love and lust fade away. The Alphas are dominant, but the Omega is no helpless prize, challenging their control and unleashing parts of them that didn't even know they existed.This is an Omegaverse anthology filled with tension, power play, and fiery passion. Each story is hotter than the last, each loves a battlefield of strong desires. Enticing you through Realms of Sins which will leave you breathless for more.

WARNING:⚠️ THIS BOOK CONTAINS A LOT OF MATURE CONTENTS Damon's eyes blaze with unholy delight as he watches Hazel struggle to take his massive cock, her face contorted in a mix of pain and pleasure. He can feel her throat constricting around him, the pressure exquisite, and he knows he's pushing her to her limits.Fuck, yes, he snarls, his grip on her hair tightening almost painfully, that's it, take it all. Swallow my cock like the obedient little cumslut you are.He rocks his hips, fucking her face with shallow thrusts, relishing the feeling of her saliva coating his shaft, her nose pressed to his groin. The sounds of her gagging, choking, and slurping only spur him on, stoking the fires of his lust.Damon's roar of pleasure echoes through the chamber as Hazel's hands find his sac, massaging and caressing his most sensitive flesh. The added stimulation pushes him closer to the edge, his cock pulsing and throbbing in her mouth.Enough, he growls, yanking her off his dick with a wet pop. On your knees, bitch. Time to fill that greedy cunt with my seed.He grabs her arms and forces her onto her knees, spreading her legs wide apart. With one hand, he unfastens his belt and frees his cock, stroking it impatiently as he positions himself at her entrance.Open wide, he snarls, pressing the head of his cock against her slick folds. Take it all, like a good little whore. Let me mark you as mine.Forced into a marriage with a mysterious, dangerous man known as "the Devil," a young woman must survive his dark world while uncovering secrets that blur the line between hatred and unexpected desire.

"A woman like you? No fucking way you're a virgin." "Who said virgins can't be filthy, Rocco?" DIANA SANTORO: Five years locked inside a convent. Not because I was holy. Because the family I was born into is dangerous. My name is Diana Santoro. Mafia blood. And in this world, daughters like me get hidden away until the war is over. Now my brother’s the Don. And he wants me back. The man he sent to collect me? Rocco Moretti. The most feared monster in Italy. The devil of Cosa Nostra. They say he pulls confessions out of men with his bare hands—then sleeps like a baby afterward. Three days on the road. Just us. He’s expecting some scared little nun-in-training, ready to be escorted quietly back to my gilded cage. He has no idea that the only innocent thing about me is this face. **** ROCCO MORETTI: Forty-seven men. That's how many I've killed. Tortured more than double that. Never lost a minute of sleep over any of them. So why does this girl—with her innocent eyes and that smart mouth—make me feel like I'm losing my goddamn mind around every bend of this road? Last night, at some roadside motel, she walked into my room. Ran her fingers over my tattoos, looked up at me with this smirk, and told me she wasn't wearing underwear. What the hell does she want? To destroy me? To see how far she can push before I snap? She's a virgin. Untouched. Off-limits. The one thing a man like me can never have. But when she looks at me like that—wearing that short dress, lips parted just enough—I forget who I am. I forget I'm the monster. And I start wanting, with everything in me, to be the one who ruins her. Even if it costs me my life. Even if it costs me everything.

Adrian died believing the villain deserved a happy ending. Then he woke up inside his favorite novel—not as the hero, but as the Crown Prince destined to kill the Demon Lord. Bound by a ruthless World System that demands the original tragedy, Adrian must choose between following the story... or saving the man who was never meant to be loved. But every attempt to change fate awakens an ancient soul bond, and the more Adrian saves the villain, the more dangerously obsessed Cassian Nyx becomes with him. When the entire world wants the Demon Lord dead... will Adrian rewrite destiny, or die trying?

He'd saved me from her, given me a room, safety, and a chance to breathe. Azeem was supposed to be my refuge, not my obsession. Off-limits in the worst way: the man who'd seen me broken and put me back together. But living under his roof meant watching him at night, hearing what he did behind locked doors, and realising the control he kept leashed during the day had always been meant for me. I didn't run like a sane human should. I got on my knees.

And also, please note that the continuation of this series: Entangled With My Dad’s Best Friend. Would be continued in the first book Series; Seducing My Dad’s Best Friend. Thank you! :)

Good….. I want to see you play with yourself and unless you have my permission, you can't fucking cum" "Yes, Daddy" I thought I had a problem being aroused. My ex boyfriend broke up with me for being insensitive to his touches and I thought I really had a problem with myself until I met him, Mark Arthur, my late father's best friend. He could make me wet just by staring at me and his slightest touches could make the 'insensitive' me shudder and cum. Yet, he wanted boundaries, he wanted to be a father figure to me but I didn't want him as a father. I wanted him. I wanted him to be my daddy. I wanted to be his little submissive slut and I was going to break his boundaries until I became His Little plaything.

Noel Laurent never expected a night of heartbreak to put him in the sights of Vincenzo de Luca..a man wrapped in danger, power, and ruthless desire. The mafia king wanted him from the moment their eyes met. But when Vincenzo sent his men to fetch him, Noel did the unthinkable..he refused. Now, Vincenzo is intrigued. Amused. Obsessed. Noel doesn’t belong in Vincenzo’s world of bloodstained hands and whispered threats, yet the mafia don is determined to make him his. No matter the cost. He spoils Noel, protects him, claims him, until Noel has nowhere left to run. And when old enemies and past wounds threaten to pull them apart, Vincenzo proves there’s nothing he won’t do to keep Noel in his arms..even if it means burning the world down. Noel thinks he can resist him. Vincenzo knows better. After all… what’s his will always be his.

Unholy Cravings is a dark, addictive collection where nothing is sacred and everything is on the edge. These aren't love stories. They're made for readers who crave what they shouldn't.

What do you do when you have a secret forbidden crush on your best friend’s father? What do you do when you dream of him every night? What do you do when you think of him touching and kissing you in your most sensitive places? ***** I am Holly Winterbourne. I am a young girl with a secret forbidden crush on her best friend's father. He’s older, forbidden, off limits, but he’s irresistible. I shouldn't want him. I shouldn't even think of his touch on my body and most importantly, I shouldn't be intimate with him. But fate brings us together during the holidays and I realize I can't resist my best friend's father, no matter how hard I try.

: THIS IS THE ART OF SINS. If you’re looking for sweet kisses and gentle lovemaking, slam this book shut right now. These pages don’t whisper desire—they drag you by the throat, rip your clothes off. Expect no-limits taboo stories: step-daddy claiming his little secret, ruthless alphas knotting and breeding their omega, mafia underbosses turning debt into dripping, professors punishing their forbidden pets, and every dirty, degrading, fantasy you were never supposed to want. This is sin as high art—rough, relentless, and completely addictive. Proceed if you dare to get ruined.

Lila Harper's perfect life implodes when she catches her fiancé cheating four days before their wedding. Drunk, heartbroken, and craving escape, she stumbles into the wrong hotel room and straight into the arms of Lucian Kane: a ruthless, sinfully dominant 45-year-old billionaire who gives her the first real pleasure of her life. Come morning, he's gone until she discovers he's her new boss. What starts as filthy, forbidden office games spirals into obsession, possession, and a love that demands total surrender.

“You’re just like a sister to me.” Those were the actual words that broke the camel’s back. Not after what just happened. Not after the hot, breathless, soul-shaking night we spent tangled in each other’s arms. I knew from the beginning that Tristan Hayes was a line I shouldn’t cross. He wasn’t just anyone, he was my brother’s best friend. The man I spent years secretly wanting. But that night… we were broken. We had just buried our parents. And the grief was too heavy, too real.... so I begged him to touch me. To make me forget. To fill the silence that death left behind. And he did. He held me like I was something fragile. Kissed me like I was the only thing he needed to breathe. Then left me bleeding with six words that burned deeper than rejection ever could. So, I ran. Away from everything that cost me pain. Now, five years later, I’m back. Fresh from rejecting the mate who abused me. Still carrying the scars of a pup I never got to hold. And the man waiting for me at the airport isn’t my brother. It’s Tristan. And he's not the guy I left behind. He's a biker. An Alpha. And when he looked at me, I knew there was no where else to run to.

WARNING: Read with Caution. On the night of our engagement ritual, my mate rejected me for another man right in front of the entire pack! Vodka couldn’t drown the shame. Nothing could. I was already the pack’s laughing stock. So I did the most unforgivable thing imaginable… I came to the ruthless Alpha Creed who happens to be my step-father.