Apocalyptic Romance Novels & Stories

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."

I bit my bottom lip, shrugging. "What kind of books do you mean? There are motivational books, novels..." I trailed off, listing various genres. Colby rubbed his face, frustration etched on his features. "The book I'm talking about is...dark. Dark romance." I cocked my head, signing, "I do read that. Why? What's wrong?" Colby's eyes seemed to bore into mine. "Then you might know...have you ever had any fantasies? Like, reading them, did you ever imagine..." He trailed off, his gaze intense.

After everything she had experienced in her previous life. After witnessing that terrible death and then being given a second chance... She understood the true nature of the apocalypse better than anyone around her. A heavy sigh escaped her lips. My base is thriving. She stared toward the distant walls surrounding Hope Base. The villa is thriving too. Images of smiling survivors flashed through her mind. Everyone is happy. For a brief moment, a smile appeared on her face. Then it faded. But nobody can afford to become complacent in the apocalypse. Her expression grew serious.

I said flatly, “it’s because we won—and then we’re getting divorced. So don’t get your hopes up.” Leo smiled painfully. “Shall we?” He offered his hand. I took it. We stepped out of the suite into the common area, where assistants waited to guide us. Then the dreaded mechanical sound chimed again. [SYSTEM] — Introducing the final set of Exes. — Exes, you may now join APHROXIS. I watched in horror as another group of exes entered the mansion, luggage in hand, smiles wide. My heart nearly stopped when I saw him.

They were skulking in their rooms on the second floor. He entered his office and headed to the wet bar for a bedtime snack. While the bottle warmed up in the microwave, he wandered toward his desk. Memories of Aya filled his mind. He could see her resting on the blood-red velvet chaise. He could see them kissing by the door. He stopped with a jerk. There on his desk was the silver chain and crucifix. "Aya, no." He reached for the cross, but it instantly seared his flesh. "Shit!" He dropped it and examined the burned skin on his fingertips. Just what he needed—a painful reminder that God had abandoned him. Damn. He would heal overnight, but what would become of Aya? Without the silver cross,

“That night... in the church. You were so beautiful. Are so beautiful. I need you now, Shannon. What I and my kind have set in motion is more than humanity knows, and man's workings are equally as potent. We are approaching the atom bomb of absolute zero. The collision that has been foretold since I first stole you from on high. You were never mine to take. In claiming you... I bound the worlds.” I drew blanks. My face said so. “The worlds are colliding, Shannon. It is as many have hoped and feared. I thought that I could stop it, but even I fell to the temptation of their union.” “Colliding? Like pool balls?” “Think catapults. The Border is breaking.” There was silence in the b

He never gave her money to glam up, but he wanted her to glam up. When I got to the bus stop, I brought out my phone to order for a uber. I always sat at the bus stop to order a ride. While I wait for my ride, I enjoyed the beautiful busy view of my small town. Greentown was name after the beautiful gardens that was almost everywhere in the town.

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

“You’re Apocalyptic, Montessa. Apocalyptic Montessa.” She smiled at him, and she could feel the radiance from it. “And you’re my Nuclear Lulu. We’re meant to be, my love.” He held out his hand. She walked over and took it. Sparks flew. Magic happened. Nuclear reactors melted down in joy. The world combusted.

The cosmic energies responded, weaving a tapestry of radiance around them, as if the very stars were applauding the union of mortal hearts in this celestial realm. The cosmic voice echoed, "Love, in its purest form, is the cosmic glue that binds existence. Sasha and Alec, your romance resonates through the astral tapestry, leaving an indelible mark on the cosmic dance." Hand in hand, hearts entwined, Sasha and Alec continued their cosmic journey, guided by the romance that surpassed mortal boundaries and became a celestial melody in the vast symphony of the cosmos. The revelations awaited, and with each beat of their hearts, the guardians embraced the cosmic romance that unfolded in the expa