Abusive Romance Novels & Stories

√Dark Romance √18+ [Harsh words, blackmailing, capturing] √No degrading, rape or violence by the Male lead, Romanticising abuse. [I don't write such stuff] Blurb: "Sorry, it was a dare", that's what I utter after the passionate kiss. I can still feel the familiar taste of that familiar mouth. He still feels the same, he still kisses me like there's no end, he's still passionate and possessive when he holds me in his arms. But he still doesn't look the same. A devilish smirk appears across his fierce face, his eyes darkening at me, making my breath catch. I'm still obsessed with the way he looks at me.

Then: “A shell company tied to a man named Victor Hale.” The name hit like a punch to the gut. Victor Hale. The man who once offered me protection when I was nobody. The man who smiled while warning me that success had a price. The man who disappeared right around the time Sophia vanished. And the man who was very much alive. I closed my eyes slowly. It wasn’t betrayal. It was a setup. I had built my empire on the belief that she abandoned me. On the fire of hatred and revenge. On the promise that I would never be weak enough to love her again.

When was the last time you ate? Me: Uh… Dane: Seriously? Me: I have a bad memory. Dane: My palm is twitching. Me: Sir! Dane: Yes? Me: Are you saying you want to… Dane: Spank you? Yes. One hundred percent. I squealed quietly, as if he could hear me if I were too loud. Everything about Dane was intense. Even when he was joking, he was intense. I’m literally an abuse victim. What the hell is wrong with me? Why do I like this? Why do I want this? This should scare me, but it doesn’t. I’ve read enough dark romance books with werewolf daddies, mafia men, and Doms to know it isn’t scary. That it can be good if done with the right person. The image of Dane Wetness pooled between my legs.

Hi guys! This is a dark romance with questionable themes like bondage, dark kinks, sadism and masochism. I like to write female leads that talk back, fight back and give the male lead a tough time. If this isn't your cup of tea, this is not the story for you. Chapter 1. Ugh. They're at it again. I rolled my eyes as I walked into the lavish dining room where mother and father were arguing about yet another mishap.

Hi! I'm excited to share my new M/M romance novel with you. Please take a look! ❤️ Title: Steaming the Rose Genre: MM Mafia romance Forced Proximity Childhood sweetheart BLURB "I can't do this anymore!" Easton cried, trying to break free from the man who had him pinned to the bed by his throat. ''It's been six years, Ilya! Six fucking years of abuse. When am I going to be free from you?" "Does it look like you have any choice?" Ilay smirked coldly. He produced his knife, wanting to carve his name into Easton's heart, so that every time Easton looked in the mirror, he'd know who he belonged to.

I said. Suddenly, they both roared into hysterical laughter to the extent they fell on the floor reeling with laughter. I watched them laughing and I couldn't help laughing myself. After some seconds, the two of them got up from the floor. "That serves her right! We have endured so much verbal and physical abuse from her since she started dating the Alpha. We have been very bitter and we hate her with a passion. If not because of the Alpha, I would have beaten her to a pulp cos we all know that she is not strong and the worst part is that she is very lazy. What a terrible lady," Vera said with slight anger.

But he wasn't! He wasn't a saviour at all. He was a coward and a Bully. He moulded me into a woman haunted by fear. I was living every day in fear of him. I am the woman who's going to be looking over her shoulder for the rest of her life..ALL BECAUSE OF HIM!! I FELL IN LOVE WITH THE WRONG MAN..THE ABUSIVE MAN!! ~~~~~~~ I walked out of the Gas station with a new phone in hand,a phone that couldn't be traced. I dialed Claire's number,the number that I had memorised if this exact reason. Thankfully she answered after 3 rings, just hearing her voice had the hot tears rolling down my cheeks.

"You don't feel sorry for me, Dam? You already have a future wife. Most of our friends are already married. Me? I don't have a boyfriend yet, Dam. Guess why?” "Because you make resorts on other islands too often?" guessed Adam. "No. Because of your curse." Yara looked at Adam with a look full of annoyance. Yara's words succeeded in making Adam frown. "What curse?" "Tsk! You don't remember when you swore at me when we broke up?" "Hah?" Adam was getting confused by the random words that came out of Yara's thin lips. "Swear what?"

⚠️🔞 TRIGGER WARNINGS (DARK ROMANCE): ⚠️🔞 This is a DARK ROMANCE book with heavy, raw, and non-traditional themes. It contains highly sensitive content that some readers may find uncomfortable, triggering, or disturbing. This includes, but is not limited to: Domestic abuse and physical violence Forced marriage and extreme possessiveness Non-consensual/forced sexual situations and breeding themes Explicit sexual content (18+) Very strong language and toxic dynamics

He asked calmly but she could practically hear his molars grinding together in anger. His intimidating and dominating aura made her look so small in front of him. His body heat so close to her was making her lose her mind. It was difficult to control herself when all she wanted to do was kiss him with burning passion and chase his anger away. "I d-don't l-love you anymore." She breathed though the words were slicing her own heart into shreds she couldn't even think of how they must be affecting him. Instead of getting his outrageous behaviour she was rewarded by his breathtaking smirk. His stubble made him look more manly and rough and the smirk made him look downright handsome devil.