Novel & Cerita Apocalyptic Romance Books

My heart stuttered. I quickly pulled my hand back, cheeks burning. “Sorry about that, I didn’t—” Before I could finish the sentence, Ezekiel grabbed my wrist gently but firmly. In the next breath, he leaned in and kissed me. The world stopped. His lips were warm and surprisingly soft against mine, despite the cut. The kiss started slow, almost hesitant, but quickly deepened. He tilted his head slightly, pressing harder, his mouth moving against mine with a hunger that made my knees weak. I felt the faint metallic taste of the cut on his lip, but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except the way he was kissing me deeply and urgently, like he had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

I asked. "Well, tell me what they are about?" Hector replied as he stood up and grabbed one of the books off the nightstand. "What about this one?" he asked, holding up Alec, the Lycan King, who was my ultimate love. I took a breath as my face flushed before I began explaining the book as quickly as possible. "Umm, it's basically 50 Shades of Gray meets Twilight," I sighed as I shrugged my shoulders. Hector looked at me perplexed; it was obvious that he was not understanding what I was saying.

LYRA I sit in the back of the SUV, watching the trees blur past like green smudges on a canvas, but I’m not really looking at them. I’m too busy contemplating whether it’s too late to fling the car door open and hurl myself into the woods. Death by wolf-speed escape or dramatic forest collapse sounds preferable to whatever fresh hell awaits me at Zane Wynter’s doorstep. Alpha Asshole, King of Brooding, the musclebound enigma with ridiculous self-control, and gold eyes that make my spine shiver in all the wrong, and maybe a few of the right, ways.

The final ritual began at the stroke of midnight. The abandoned chapel had become a flooded sanctuary of pure demonic lust. The stone floor was already ankle-deep in a warm, sticky mixture of girl-cum and glowing violet demonic fluids from the previous corruption. Every surface glistened. The air was so thick with the scent of sex, brimstone, and fertile futa seed that breathing felt like inhaling raw desire.

His heart was too far gone—consumed by hate, bitterness, and a thirst for revenge that would eventually destroy me too. "Slow down, Adrian!” I panicked as he stepped harder on the gas. "You're going to get us both killed—what the hell are you doing?” My voice shook. Adrian in one of his black moods was a nightmare. Reckless. Impulsive. Dangerous. My heart pounded like it knew this ride could be my last. I still had dreams—to see my family, to get out of this hellhole of a marriage— But he’d ruin it all without blinking.

After that, it grew larger and shot straight toward Derrick. Derrick sensed something was wrong and immediately retreated. However, the meteor hammer chased after him relentlessly, striking again and again. Derrick staggered under several blows, crying out in pain. When he realized he could not win, he dove into a coffin and refused to come out. Outside, the meteor hammer slammed against it again and again, each strike driving the coffin inward until the lid began to cave. "Stop! Stop! I give up! Ximena is yours. She's just trash anyway!"

In my past life, Victor only came to this city half a year later, after learning that Brian had a “living water source.” Thinking of him, I shivered despite the forty-five-degree heat. More than hatred, what I felt was fear. Even before the apocalypse, Victor had been a seasoned operator with ties on both sides of the law—cunning and ruthless, a complete monster. In my past life, after Brian had tricked him, he only managed to get what was left of me. Furious, he vented it all on my body. Relying on my abnormal regenerative ability, he cut me, burned me with cigarettes, and set me on fire.

"I don’t care." He stood and crossed the room slowly, all that Alpha presence filling the space between us until I couldn't breathe past it, until every nerve I had was pointing at him like he was the only thing in the room worth pointing at. His hand came up and cupped my face and his thumb brushed my lower lip and I shuddered from my scalp to the soles of my feet. "You're playing with fire, little Omega." He said quietly. I tilted my chin up. "Burn me."

Final] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ THEME: HAPPINESS & JUBILATION 💕 unknown pov💕 .. .. It’s been two years since the coming together of the Demon and vampire clan but Damien and Alisha decided to slow down in getting married.

He offered and handed his pill to me, bringing a bright smile to my face. "Thanks bro." I thanked him, and he winked, rushing out. That was how he saved me, but I knew it was only a matter of time before my secret would be exposed. This was a dangerous path to tread—the type that would bring disaster and death at the end. It was that type of romance that has no happy ending. I knew this, and I should stay away. The best option was to kill her and save myself from falling harder, but my powers are weak in front of her.