Best Dark Romance Books Novels & Stories

The madness of falling for someone who would tear the world apart just to keep you. That’s dark romance. A beautiful tragedy you’ll never escape.

Until Rhiannon walked into that hotel room with her dead eyes and her broken wolf and her mouth. Until she looked up at me and I saw that fire. Buried deep under all the damage and the grief and the years of being treated like nothing. That fire that hadn't gone out. That stubborn, stupid, beautiful fire that refused to die even though everything around it was ash. And my wolf didn't pace. It didn't snarl. It sat down. Right there in my chest. And it purred. I hated it. I hated her for it. I hated that she made me feel something. I hated that she made me want something. I hated that after thirty-eight years of being stone cold, this woman, this broken, bleeding, beautiful woman, walked in an

It was a truth whispered in hushed tones, for it carried both privilege and sacrifice. In the realm of the supernatural, the concept of a destined mate was deeply ingrained, an age-old belief that transcended time and species. Each supernatural being, whether it was a demon, vampire, werewolf, or other mystical creature, was believed to possess a singular, fated counterpart – the other half of their soul. This union was considered the most profound and sacred connection in their existence.

So I think we can move from there to a deeper feeling. Christina, the one and only lady of my heart, I know as well that your heart beat faster when you were with me. I'm a vampire, I have acute senses, so you can't hide something like that from me. If this is not a sign that you have at least similar feelings towards me, then you can stab a stake straight into my heart, cut off my head and burn my body to ashes so that I will never rise again. Because if I can't love and adore you for eternity, my life will be completely meaningless. I have been alone for so long that for me rejection equals death. Forgive me for writing such things, and if it sounds like blackmail, but I write everything h

"Name one time you sat down with me to discuss our wedding ever since you proposed to me." "I... I've been busy Chloe." "I am Chloe Black,the most eligible single woman in this country and I. Am. Nobody's consolation price. I am the first priority. Do you know why we lasted this long? Because you gave me attention. Pretty things aren't what I want. I want your time. I want to be important to you." "You are..." "No I'm not. If I were, you won't pass me over for work. My relationship, our relationship has to be your first priority, not the second. As it stands right now,you don't value this relationship"

It Awakened a part of her that had laid dormant for a long time, a thrilling feeling that she couldn't put into words. His eyes were compelling as they stare. Harlow couldn't simply bring herself up to tear hers away from his, to look at anything else, anywhere else. How could she? When she was content with just spending the rest of her life only to stare into his eyes, their darkness was addicting in the oddest of ways.

She'd found something so much better. She'd found someone who made her body sing. Who made her feel alive. Who fucked her with the same passion and rhythm he danced with. Her ex had called her boring. Dante called her perfect. And every time he made her come.....which was often.....she knew he was right.

I don’t even have the time to think about it because sleep has found a match in the gentle rhythm of my breathing. “Next time you tease me like that again, you won’t be able to walk for days.” I smile through the aftershocks and the lull of sleep. “Promises.” And darkness pulls me under. DAMIAN She’s curled into me, soft and warm, and her breathing slow but uneven. The rain has eased into a quiet drizzle now, tapping the windows like a lullaby. The storm may have passed, but the one I unleashed inside her…fuck.

You've passed the point of no/Angel of music Return/You deceived me I gave you my mind blindly You try my patience Make your choice Pitiful creature of darkness What kind of life have you known? God give me courage to show you You are not alone When Emmy Rossum and Gerard Butler kissed, Daphnie started crying again; I also let a few tears fall. It was probably the most beautiful moment in the movie.

Thrilling. I hungrily answered all his kisses. He really has a fuckin' soft tempting red lips that any woman would die for, just to have a taste on it. The taste of him… it silenced my thoughts and made me want more. Our lips remained sealed. It was like we couldn’t get enough of each other. Kissing each other hungrily with so much heat.We were devouring one another, drowning in each other like there's no tomorrow. Lumayo 'to sa 'kin at tinignan ako sa mga mata.