Werewolf Romance 웹소설 & Badboy Affair 스토리

In this no-limits romantic stories, mortals and monsters collide in the most depraved ways imaginable. Werewolves, vampires, and even witches unleash their savage hungers through brutal, savage blood play, degrading piss rituals, and raw domination.

I've always been drawn to stories that explore the edges of desire, the lines between surrender and control. That fascination led me to begin writing my own. This collection delves into the realm of dark fantasy and intense connection, centered on the most legendary of creatures: werewolves. It follows the sequel to my first foray into this world. Treading into the territory of primal instincts and forbidden bonds for the first time, I explore the allure of the untamed and the complexities of power within a paranormal setting. This is a tale of obsession, belonging, and the terrifying beauty of finding one's match in the darkness. Any resemblance to persons living or deceased is entirely coincidental. Step into the shadows with me. The pack awaits.

It was Hana Verlice’s engagement party — but the only thing she could think about was that night six months ago. The night Dante Carter pinned her against the backseat window of his car,cheeks pressed to the glass, her dress lifted to her waists, with his mouth buried between her legs. Now, she was hours away from marrying his older brother. Elijah Osborne Carter — the perfect man, heir to Osborne Pharmaceuticals, and her father’s last hope of saving their crumbling empire. But as she slipped into her designer dress, her mind couldn't stop thinking about the one man she could never have. Dante. The mistake she was supposed to forget. The temptation she swore never to touch again. The younger brother who disappeared after that night and was never supposed to come back. But as she stepped out of her dressing room to join her soon-to-be husband at the party, there he was. Leaning at the foot of the stairs like raw sin. Messy hair. Dark eyes. That cocky mouth that once had her moaning his name in ecstacy. Her pulse quickened as her knees threatened to give out. She tried to breathe. To stay still. But one look at him… and she knew she was in trouble. “What the hell are you doing here?” she whispered, her voice barely holding. He smirked, slow and knowing as his gaze dropped shamelessly to her lips. “Did you miss me, cookie?”