Novel & Cerita Best Horror Romance Novels

Thank you so much for reading "Broken Nightmare"! The second book will be out in about April of 2021 and I can't wait to share it with you. Here is a sneak-peek so you can take a look! Chapter 1 I woke slowly with my head pounding, feeling very disoriented. It was pitch black in my room as I opened my eyes. I reached over to turn my bedroom lamp on, but felt nothing. Where was my lamp? And then it all came back flooding to me. Liam kidnapped. Claire and the pack missing. The imprint.

I feel like a hooker. "First if all baby snow you call me Romeo not Mr DiCaprio since you have the privilege to be warming my bed..and secondly I call the shot here or do you want your father to land on the streets." The balls of this man,how dare he. "How dare you threatened me ?do you know I van report you to the police for blackmailng do you?? And stop calling me baby snow" he instance gaze roam my body like a pervert. I was supposed to feel disgusted but deep down I could deny the shiver that pass through my spine or ever part of my body when his eyes landed on it.

Mila thought this place had a tower of its own, because far up there, she could see the curtains covering the large windows that surrounded the spire. Meanwhile, the stone walls were lined with shelves displaying various types of books. There may be thousands or even tens of thousands of books in here. However, one thing that caught Mila's attention was… “These are ancient magic scriptures” Mila mumbled, running her fingertips across each book spine that was neatly arranged. They were all written in an ancient script that only a few vampires could translate. “This… is dark magic.” “Yes, these are all forbidden books that not just anyone can see.” Liam confirmed Mila's statement.

he rolled his eyes, he noticed his breathing was becoming calmer. "You hate him that much?" "I don't hate my brother " he shunned her. "Are you sure about that?" she leaned close to him, and said slowly with her eyes glued to his eyes "Tell me you don't hate him" Austin was supposed to be feeling angry, but staying this close to Tasha, always aroused some kind of feeling within him he was yet to understand. His eyes went from her eyes down to her lips, it was moist as ever and he could smell her. He always wondered what was so special about her, why he saw her and not other ghosts. He swallowed hard and attempted to lean backward, "Don't, answer my question Austin '' she leaned forward again

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

Paul was afraid of what would happen if Lillie and Jennifer found out about each other. Lillie was preparing for the standing Friday Night date with Paul. She was cooking his favorite dinner. The dining room was filled with candles. The table was set with her finest China. The glasses were crystal. In the middle of the table was a floral arrangement made with red and white roses. Lillie knew Paul was going to try to end their relationship. The roses were perfect for the night to come. Red roses for Blood, and white roses for tears. She hoped that when he saw the table was set elegantly , with the red and white roses as the centerpiece, he would not carry out his plans. She wanted him to beli

To make matters worse, he's doing all sorts of things to me, and every single one of them is as magical as they are torturous. "Listen," I blurt out before I know what I want to tell him. Nero's body tenses as I take a few deep breaths to calm my racing heartbeat. "You've clearly forgotten that we're men. Like both of us are men, Nero." Hopefully, the remainder will get this man back to the right headspace. What worries me is his sexuality. Alphas like Nero, born under Hades' moon, don't care about the gender of their partners when they're aroused. After the act, however, the bodies of the male partners often end up in the nearest ditch.

⚠️🔞 TRIGGER WARNINGS (DARK ROMANCE): ⚠️🔞 This is a DARK ROMANCE book with heavy, raw, and non-traditional themes. It contains highly sensitive content that some readers may find uncomfortable, triggering, or disturbing. This includes, but is not limited to: Domestic abuse and physical violence Forced marriage and extreme possessiveness Non-consensual/forced sexual situations and breeding themes Explicit sexual content (18+) Very strong language and toxic dynamics

“Get a man.” I laughed out loud, shaking my head. The doorbell hanging above the doorframe chimed. “Hey, Summer,” said Bailey, our regular customer, strolling in. “Hey, Bailey. Here for your usual pickups?” “Nothing says horror more than real life itself,” she replied in her usual lethargic voice. “Reading a horror novel to me equals reading a romance. Just a little more terrifyingly exquisite.” I giggled to myself as she disappeared behind the shelves. I began sorting the books on the counter. Suddenly, someone slammed one of my favorite romance novels down. My breath caught as that familiar invigorating scent hit me like a speeding train.

TW: This book is provocative. It is categorized as DARK ROMANCE for a reason. It will not be for everyone. If you are a reader with certain triggers or sensitivities common to the dark romance genre then know that this book contains: a very dirty talker hero, sexual degradation, dubcon, rough play, and s&m themes. ♕—Delilah Lorenzo pulled away breathing heavily, a raindrop slid down my face and into my parted lips. Being in Lorenzo's arms and not feeling any fear was terrifying because it felt so good. I can't deny the fact that I had never felt safer than I do in his arms.