Adult Dystopian Romance Books Novels & Stories

“Until you let me change that ring for a diamond one.” I stared at him blankly. One person started laughing, and then more and more people joined in. It was pretty clear to everyone else but me what he was talking about. “An engagement ring, Elodie.” Jax said each word slowly, his eyes never leaving my face. “Or a wedding band.” ***The End of book 1!! Book 2 and Dion and Lola's story is up next ***

Intriguing and suspense-filled. For more tales of dark romance fantasy, don't miss out on my other works: THE ALPHA'S THIRD MISTRESS under the author name BEST WRITES. MATED TO MY OBSESSIVE STEPBROTHER - A forbidden romance book. Follow Best Writes and Velvet Desires for more journies into the darker side of desire and dominance. Thank you for joining me on this adventure. Your next escape into fantasy awaits! Hoping to see you as we embark on another beautiful journey together.

My limbs grew weak instantly. This can’t be happening! I fought to break free but it was useless, I couldn’t. Not with his hand still grabbing my neck and the other clasping my waist. Still, I wasn’t going to let him humiliate me further. I bit into the kiss that lacked anything passionate. It wasn’t a kiss of longing or emotions. It was rough and dominating with the aim of punishing. I bit his lips so hard I tasted his blood and he finally withdraw but didn’t let me go, instead he pushed forward until my back was plastered against the wall and he hovered over me like a nightmare.

He just shut the door behind him and began gesturing into the room, his eyes dragging across every inch of her body. Isadora’s body quivered from within, the look in his eyes stirring up something rough and dangerous within her. But she shut it out. Because… she couldn’t be dripping or desiring him again, like he and his brother didn’t fucking ruin her body like she was theirs to greedily ravish. “So, you are into stuff like this?” Damian asked, raising the book that she was reading. It was a dark romance, and the title was enough introduction about what the book contained.

“This isn’t a romance novel, Lila. It’s my life. And I don’t want sparks with him. I want him to leave me alone.” But deep down, a small, traitorous part of her wasn’t so sure. Meanwhile, Damien stared out at the skyline from his office, a glass of scotch in hand though the sun was barely past noon. Grace Monroe was dangerous not because she could ruin him, but because she could distract him. And Damien Blackwood didn’t allow distractions. Yet for the first time in years, he didn’t feel like a man in control. He felt like a man on the edge of something he couldn’t quite name.

I’d been warned to steer clear of his work space. But something gnawed at me. Curiosity. I slowly placed the bucket down, and walked carefully towards the desk. There was an open book resting on it. I squinted, trying to make out the faded words. “Mating with a human,” I whispered softly, my eyes scanning the pages. My brows furrowed. He was studying about this. What was between us. I picked the book, bringing it closer till I didn’t have to squint again. “Having a pup with a fated human mate would birth stronger offspring than pups from a chosen she-wolf mate.”

The rug was a lost cause, and so was I. Ava traced lazy circles on my stomach. “Still catching the morning train?” I laughed, raw. “Changed my plans. Indefinitely.” Ethan pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “Good. We’re just warming up.” Liam’s hand slid between my thighs, teasing. “Chapter two starts at dawn.” I closed my eyes, sated and aching and already wet again. The lodge smelled of sex and pine and possibility. Outside, the mountain stood silent. Inside, three bodies curled closer, ready to write the next scene on my skin.

My foot brushed his leg under the blanket and I left it there, toes tracing lightly along his calf. “Because right now, with you looking at me like this, I don’t feel like the heartbroken ex. I feel seen. And yeah, a little turned on if I’m being honest.” Dante’s jaw flexed but he didn’t pull back. Instead his hand came down on my ankle, thumb stroking slow circles on my skin. The touch sent sparks straight up to my aching cunt. “Careful with words like that, Riley. You’re beautiful, raw, and sitting here in my cabin after everything… it’s stirring up things I shouldn’t be thinking about my son’s girl.”

⚠️🔞 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

Until the only prayer she knows is my cock sliding in and out of her. I stood up and adjusted my robes. My balls ached. My mind would not rest. I walked to the small room where I keep my secrets. A locked drawer. Inside were small reminders of the others who came before her. A pair of panties. A little cross necklace. Notes they wrote me when they were too far gone to leave. But Diana is different. She is the one I want to keep. Not for a few weeks but forever. I want to hear her raw screams when I stretch her open. I want her moaning and crying while I pound into her.