Adult Dystopian Romance Books Novels & Stories

Nicolai couldn't help but smile as he approached the chair where Alessia had obviously fallen asleep. The book that had dropped from her hands onto the thick carpet was facedown, its title Twisted Shifters – Four Twisted Romances. One Very Good Time. He picked it up and flipped through the pages, chuckling. Cursed Dildos and AI that came alive indeed. A faint blush dusted her cheeks from the warmth of the fire and he imagined her reading the steamy passages, lost in a world of make-believe lovers.

His flawless outline accentuated his aquiline nose as his jawlines possessed a certain tension to it, and… Then, she suddenly widened her eyes as a flash of inspiration struck her. What was the meaning of all of this? Christina had come to steal Michael’s sperm. How could she fall asleep so suddenly? Furthermore, she was sleeping in that disgusting man’s embrace. She was exceptionally tired as her limbs felt sore. Christina was not a lady who did not know the dangers of society. She immediately knew what had happened to her. Christina was naked, and there were multiple marks on her body. Her brain exploded with a boom.

She was fully expecting him to give it one glance, and put it down with a caustic remark about trash, at which she would mutter something equally caustic about literary snobs. Instead he scanned it for perhaps twenty seconds. It was ridiculous to feel embarrassed, but she did. Not because he was reading about the imaginative contortions of Dominic and Natalya, but because he was probably imagining her reading them and getting all hot and erogenous in the process. In fact, she had not. As scenes of rampant nookie went, it had been disappointingly unerotic - more like a DIY plumbing manual than anything else. ‘Jesus,* he muttered at last. ‘This is anatomically impossible.*

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*IMPORTANT NOTICE:THERE'S BEEN A SLIGHT CHANGE OF POV FOR JUST THIS CHAPTER. ENJOY!* Ryan came closer to Aurora, invading her personal space on her seat, and without a word, their lips met in a fiery kiss. It was a clash of passion, tongues dancing wildly, as if they had been starving for this moment.

In the living room, a blanket lay folded neatly on the arm of the couch. He moved to Stella’s bedroom. The bed was neatly made, and a few books were stacked by the headboard. He stepped closer, fingers brushing over the dusty book covers. He recognized the titles, ancient texts on guardianship, and several fantasy novels, they were her favorite genre. He closed his eyes, feeling his stomach twist. The last time they’d spoken six months ago, he’d left too quickly, assured she would be safe in his house, convinced that there was no immediate danger, but who knew his stupid wife and her daughter would chase her from the house? Now, that confidence felt like a mockery.

I crossed my arms and glared at her until she smirked and leaned forward. “Ida will be working at the company from now on. She will go back with you two and the plan my uncles have is to build romance between the heirs of their family businesses. It is either Anthony marries you or her at the end of it all. Who knows.”

Christine was armor—cold, hard, never letting me inside. Not that I gave her a reason to. I told myself I could live with the distance. Said marriage was a compromise. Settling. Doing the right thing even if it costs you. Lying here now, I know better. Ashley doesn't keep me out. She lets me close—even when she swears she hates me. Especially then. Her fire cuts through everything and drags up the parts of me I tried to bury once I became president. And I can't decide if that makes her my salvation... or the most dangerous addiction I've ever had.

I yelped, pulling back to look at him, and then he kissed me hard, thrusting into me with fervor, his piercings lightly scraping against my walls in such a delicious manner. “Christ,” he growled as his lips moved to my neck, biting gently on my shoulder before soothing it with his tongue. “I’d give you the fucking moon if you asked for it, baby. Because you’re mine.” His hand wrapped around my jaw, forcing me to keep my eyes on him. “And right now, you’re mine to ruin.” My breath hitched. “Oh, daddy…” “That’s right,” he rasped, his eyes turning dark. “Say that again. Say you’ll come with me.”

"It's magical." "It's paradise," Damien said, his arm around her waist. "And you're here with me." They stood like that for a long time, watching the stars above and the bioluminescence below, completely suspended between heaven and earth. When the breeze picked up and Lyra shivered, Damien pulled her closer. "Come inside," he said softly. "I want to show you what paradise feels like." *** He led her to the bedroom, and she realized that the staff had been here while they were eating, the bed was turned down, there were fresh flowers on the nightstand, and soft ambient lighting had been set up to cast the room in a warm, romantic glow.