Best Gothic Romance Novels & Stories

"I haven't seen the woman's face yet but Dad mentioned her name, Nicole Rivera." "Ohh, her name is ugly. I'm the one telling you that you two are not suitable for each other." I shook my head. "Of course, we're going to be good, but gosh, I don't want a princess. I want a prince, like duh!" "Besides, you are not suitable either, the man I want for you is handsome, kind, respectful, with a sense of humor! But the more important thing is, you must like the man. Then I will never allow you to marry a man you don't love!" He added.

In his city? “Livia, can you just please listen to me–” “I-I don’t want to see your face anymore, Dante!” I sob out, backing away until the back of my legs hit the edge of the king-sized bed. “Please leave me alone. Forget about this. Forget what happened between us. This is all wrong! Everything about this is wrong!” My eyes drop to the floor, scanning frantically for my purse. I dive down, snatching the leather bag off the carpet, and spin entirely on my heel. I turn my back on him. I don’t care anymore that I am completely bare beneath my dress.

he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“

He took a menacing step forward. “And what makes you think that you could deny me? me, the fucking mafia boss?” he snarled. His entire being radiated fury and danger. Anissa took steps away from him only to be met with something hard and cold against her back—she realized that she was backed up against the wall. He smirked, his eyes dark and malevolent. His arms went up on either side of her head on the wall, his large frame caging her and his face leaned in until it was a few inches away from hers, their noses touching, his breath fanning her face. Her cheeks heated up at their close proximity and her heart thudded hard in her chest. He was indeed so handsome that if they had met under diff

The stretch burned, but it was good, a kind of ache I couldn’t resist. “That’s it,” he coaxed, kissing my throat as he moved his finger. “Take me in, pretty girl.” Another whimper escaped me as he added a second finger, stretching me further. My hands clawed at the sheets, my hips moving helplessly against him. “Relax,” he whispered, his thumb brushing my cheek as his fingers worked me open. “I’ve got you. I just need to make sure you’re ready.” I dug my nails into his back, dragging them down, and he hissed at the sting but never slowed. His mouth found mine again, swallowing my cries, and when he finally pulled his hand away, I was panting, my body trembling.

Aurelio didn’t answer. He just stepped closer. God—he smelled like smoke, cedar, and something darker. Something intoxicating. Something wrong. His fingers lifted, brushing a curl behind my ear. “You look better without all your defenses,” he murmured. Heat shot down my spine so hard I had to steady myself. I hated how easily he could do that. I hated how much I wanted him to keep doing it. His eyes dragged slowly down my chest, and then he said it quietly, commanding, dangerous:

Their hollow eyes made my skin crawl. "Exchange your vows." The ghost bride slowly lowered her head toward me. In that instant, a small piece of skull slipped loose from the side of her forehead and fell. Right then, I heard the system notification: [Ding! Congratulations on successfully selecting your target: Ximena Ferguson.] [Target has gifted you a blood-red formal suit. It has been added to your inventory. Bonus reward: one universal glue.] [Please remove the nail from Ximena's head and use the universal glue to repair her skull to increase intimacy.]

My best friend liked it instantly. [Congrats, Director Thornton. Welcome to freedom!] I was promoted to the position of finance director in my company. I bought my own home, and I had a cat. After everything I had been through, I finally understood that loving myself was where lifelong romance would truly begin.

“Don’t touch me.” Ethan stepped closer to Ashley, who stood there wide-eyed, hand over her mouth like she was shocked. Shocked. Sure. She’d been batting her lashes at him for years, and he’d been eating it up. I saw the way he looked at her now. Soft. Possessive already. He dropped to one knee. Right there. In the dirt. In front of the bonfire. In front of me. “Ashley Summers,” he said, voice steady, “will you do me the honor of becoming my mate? My Luna?”

he asked. “I can’t have you taking it off premises so yes,” she replied. “I know you’re a quick reader.” Damien Black was a good author. He could tell from the first page. The setting wasn’t unique, but he could tell the author was setting up something that hadn’t been done before. The story was set in at a British university in the 1960s and depicted a forbidden romance between a professor and student. The first smut scene he came across was tastefully done.