Anime With Dark Romance Novels & Stories

VIDA The wedding was over including the reception,I had a long day.The drive from the reception to whatever house was boring.I and Kingston did not talk to each other and it was great.I feel like giving him a slap for kissing me passionately at the church.We got to a house or a mansion.It was painted with purple and it was beautiful.More beautiful than my home.The purple reminded me of Kingston's love for purple and it made me stare at him.Why did he have to hurt me.He destroyed us .He destroyed me..

I couldn’t breathe, my lungs refused to draw in a breath. Dante’s voice was quiet and dangerous, rough with warning as he said, “Because I missed you.” He directed a cold smirk at me as he added, "Little sister." _____ Hello, dear readers. I write Dark Romance- about mafia, bully, arrange marriage, obsessed anti-heroes that you'll always fall in love with. And the theme of this book is the same. But this is the first time I am writing a book with mmfm. And if you skipped the Introduction, please note, this book will be DARK, with various themes you might not be comfortable with. A. Gupta

Also for the people who haven't understood. This is a dark romance so there will be the dark concept. And you already know I don't do injustice with my characters so don't worry once asshole can't be a forever asshole in my book at least so yeah. I will also put a disclaimer soon.

Coup failed, bloodied; Omega exposed, shadow-deep; partnership forged, gore-intimacy, not words. Tokyo neon pulsed below like an empire's veins, dojo shadows lingering as a tattoo. Kenji's hand claimed spine possessively as we strode through the glass corridor, rebels' ledger burning holoscreen vendetta. Ring pocket-warm against thigh, unspoken vow—his obsession met mine, dark romance iaido-sharp. Ruin mutual blueprint; claim throbbed inevitably. Omega loomed next prey, but here—blood-bonded, bodies synced—we ruled unchained.

His gaze held a mixture of gratitude and something deeper, a sentiment he seldom revealed. As she continued to dress his wounds, the room seemed to shrink, narrowing down to the unspoken connection between them. Raina, in your writing, delves into the complexities of their romance. The physical act of dressing wounds serves as a metaphor for the healing they find in each other amid the chaos of their lives. Let the readers feel the emotional nuances, the uncharted territory of love in the shadows.

I look behind me and see Luciano leaning against the room door. He is wearing his usual tux. Dressed in black he is looking handsome. The suit is like always fitted to his hard muscular chest. I look at him not knowing what should I say. My body becomes hot and suddenly wetness appears between my legs. My legs are like jelly by this time. I don’t know how I am still standing. His gaze piercing my soul. “What are you doing here Ana?” He asks gently. “I w-was going to my r-room when I saw light coming from here-"

Damon frowned and Anderios laughed softly so as to not wake up their sleeping Master. "You have beautiful eyes," Damon admired the black orbs and traced the shape of the said eyes. Anderios closed his eyes and relaxed in Damon's gentle touches. "I like them better when they are like this," Anderios laughed again and opened his eyes to lock his gaze with those twinkling blues. "They scare me when they turn dark and lifeless." Damon smiled as Anderios joined their lips in a warm kiss.

Her reply wasn't what I sought for and she knew she failed me so she wasn't surprised when I angrily rose to my feet, heading to my room as tears brimmed my eyes and dropped freely. It all seemed hopeless. The Red Bone Pack were not normal wolves; they were lycans, a special breed created by dark magic. The witches of East Coven had made the first one, a mindless beast whose sole purpose was to protect them from their enemies. When the beast had gone rogue, he had attacked a wolf pack and had been captured, its blood extracted to be experimented on. Their Alpha had tested its blood on several wolves, creating a new breed of demonic wolves. Although they looked like wolves, their transformati

he added with a smirk. I pursed my lips, not wanting to admit that he was right. I could never make sense of Matteo Vitale. He was the only one to ever give me a nickname. Well, two nicknames—Ari and Nutella girl. I didn’t know how I felt about that. I brushed my fingers through the soft grass, its waxy blades tickling my palms. “How do you know?” I asked finally. “How do I know what?” I pursed my lips. “How do you know they shine for me?”

Like Kyrian was something breakable. "Is this okay?" Lorenzo asked. Low. Kyrian's heart was beating too fast. "Yes." Lorenzo leaned in. The kiss was soft. Careful. Nothing like the desperate crashing together after the gala. This was slow. Intentional. Kyrian's hand came up. Gripped Lorenzo's shirt. Lorenzo made a low sound. Pulled Kyrian closer. His arms coming around him. The bond flooded with warmth. Like a door opening. They kissed in the dim light with the city glittering below them and the house breathing quietly around them.