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."

Her impatient hands reached for his soft hair, running her sleek fingers along his hair as she deepened the kiss, entangling their tongues in a slow and sensual dance. His blue orbs commuted into red and vicious orbs, and her silvery grey eyes glowed like the moon. Drowning in the heat of the moment, darkness suddenly overwhelmed her as her glowing eyes dimmed as they slowly turned scarlet and brutish. She was gradually succumbing into viciousness. 'No, Riri! You must fight it! Don't let the darkness overwhelm you!' Liam thought with agitation barreling up his spine. Once he succeeded in making her evil, there would be no one left to stop the destruction of the world. And Lucifer would final

“Then stay close enough to pull me out.” His voice was soft but steady, a quiet dare. Dante stared at him for a long heartbeat, then set the gun down. “You make the worst plans.” “And you keep following them.” He stepped closer. For once there was no static between them, only the sound of rain starting on the roof. Dante brushed his thumb across Aiden’s cheek. “You scare the hell out of me.” “I know.” They kissed—slow, inevitable, the kind of moment that felt like proof the world still had warmth left to give. When they broke apart, Aiden whispered, “That’s the part of me no code can rewrite.”

And you're enjoying air-conditioning! Daisy: Damn you! We're being roasted alive out here while you enjoy yourself inside, you unfilial monster! You'll get what's coming to you! Their rage and despair practically spilled through the screen. And that—was exactly what I wanted. I turned off my phone, tossed it aside, and leisurely began enjoying my first meal of the apocalypse. Yes. I had been reborn to the very moment when Denise and my so-called parents first proposed setting up a doomsday fund.

Zoey nodded. "But winter is coming. The temperature will only drop lower." "That's not the real problem," Cyrus said. "We need to worry about people. In the apocalypse, people are far more terrifying than any monster." After they finished eating, Zoey curled up beside him and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. Cyrus glanced at her. "What are you doing?" Her cheeks flushed. "Warming up." She pressed her soft, well-padded body against him. Ever since he had awakened that part of her, she clung to him like she could not help herself. If Cyrus were not young and full of stamina, any ordinary man would have collapsed by now.

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.

All he felt was a riotous warmth coursing through his body. B’s face transitioned from red to purple, and H knew it was time to let him come. She lightened her grip around his neck and slowed her speed, caressing the head of his cock with the opening of her vagina. He was ready. She brought her lips to his and with forced him as far up inside of her as humanly possible. Only when she felt his load pierce her the back wall of her vagina did she release his neck, grab his mouth and the back of his skull, violently jerk, and snap his neck. Before she climbed off of him, she gently held his head in her hands, sorry for what she had done but knowing she was preparing him for something so much bet

That’s what should have crossed my mind when I woke up to him between my legs, but that’s not what happened. I read dark romance all the time. Zero triggers. I can read somnophilia, but going through it? Waking up from it? I didn’t think I’d be able to do it without being dragged into the hell that is my past. I never thought I’d ever be okay with being woken up with physical touch, or anything close to sexual.

I sat holding my tablet, reading all these messages while Felix lay across my lap, acting like a dog waiting for his master's approval. "Felicity, you already accepted me, right? You've fallen for me at least a little over the years, haven't you? I know I've made mistakes. Please forgive me. I've avenged you and your grandmother. Let's make things right from now on. Will you stay with me forever? I love you, Felicity. I love you so much…" I smiled, and he mirrored my expression, clearly relieved. But the next moment, my words threw him back into a pit of despair.

"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."