Best Monster Romance Books Novels & Stories

“I didn’t get the chance to thank you.” Her breath shook. “Thank me? You kissed me without my permission,” she whispered. “You scared me. And now—now you’re here? Why? What do you want from me?” The corner of his mouth tilted, almost amused. “So you know who I am.” “You’re Adriano Greco,” she said, her voice trembling. “The monster people talk about.” He took another step closer. “Monster?” he repeated softly. “That’s what they call me?”

Will he ever regret for what he did to Luna. What will happen between Melissa and Gabriel? Will she forgive him or move on. Indeed there are many questions. But your lovely author is ready to answer them. Oh no. Not with words but with my new story. Like I already once told you guys I have other plans for Hunter and that was my plan. A New Dark Romance Story of Hunter Knight. Monstrous Love. Monstrous Love is not a sequel of Billionaire's Madness but it's only a story of Hunter knight's life.

“Let me ask, why did you choose those books, Lady Roxanne?” “They're my favorite genres. The plot twists and jump scares are amazing. They're thrilling to read and it keeps me going, but romance, it bores me to death.” “I've never met a girl who enjoys murder mysteries. I thought that was for the men. But you seem like the type who could read such terrifying books and still sleep soundly,” he remarked. I smiled knowingly.“Nice to meet you again.” Beta Miles looked amused for a reason I didn't understand. “Trust me, I would rather have a dragon than a mate.”

The feeling they were more than they appeared would not leave her. She picked up the romance she’d been reading. Dying Room Only—not a sexy title, but the werewolf and vampire heroes in the story were two of her favorites. Actually, the werewolf was her favorite, but she loved the ménage fantasy. Funny, how she loved stories where two sexy men fell in love with the woman. She didn’t even have one. She stared at the cover for a moment, at the wolf standing beside a woman with his amber eyes glowing, and thought of her two wolves. Yawning, she set the book aside. It had been a very long day. Dreams were about all the excitement she could handle tonight.

“You make me feel like I’m just a trophy you won. Not a person you care about. So yeah, I kissed you. I let you touch me. Because for a second, I wanted to feel something other than disappointment.” He shook his head, stepping forward. “That’s not true.” She didn’t back away. “Isn’t it?” He opened his mouth. Closed it. For once, he didn’t know what to say. Kristen continued, voice steady. “You only show me passion when you’re scared of losing me. You never show love when you feel safe. Never softness. Never warmth. It’s always fire with you. Never peace.” Carlo swallowed hard. “I don’t know how to be soft.”

My brain was still spinning from the fact that he’d just called me baby. “You called me baby,” I said, stunned. “And?” “I didn’t think wolves used such... terms of endearment.” He chuckled darkly. “We use whatever we want, ‘baby.’ Those words aren’t reserved for other species.” He kissed the side of my neck, slow and possessive. My lips parted in shock and hunger. Hunger for him. For more of his words that seemed to touch not just my heart, but the deepest, most vulnerable parts of me. “You’re in an awfully good mood,” I whispered, biting my lip to stop a moan.

The only reason why she and Xander bonded was because they shared the same ability of sense. It was nothing special; but one thing, they were both monsters. Xander's lips twitched forward, "You really found the mafia of London and lured him here?" He raised a brow at her, clearly, she was astounding in what she did. Quicker, faster and she had more logic than any other female. She stepped forward, her nails trickling down his jacket, she smiled seductively staring up at him, her nails flashing along his jacket. She gazed up at me. "Then, why am I Leto?"

I told him I wasn’t the one begging for distance every time things got real. The motherfucker left the next morning after we fucked for two hours straight and I still wasn’t satisfied. Trust me, the hours weren’t the problem—I just couldn’t get enough of it. He didn't grind my pussy as much as I'd fantasized it. He barely even touched the surface. What a waste! My fourth boyfriend didn’t even give an explanation. He just stopped replying to my messages after a night he called “perfect.” That night barely even beat what my hands could do for themselves. How could he call that ‘perfect’?

“She’ll probably spend the whole holiday in here if you let her.” I walked the aisles slowly, trailing my fingers over the books. Classics. Thrillers. A whole section of contemporary romance—Mirabel’s doing, mostly. She’d started collecting them in high school, said they were “escapist but smart.” I’d never read them. Too many happy endings. Too much hope wrapped in pretty words. I pulled one down at random. Dark cover, brooding man in a suit, and title written in gold foil: Claimed by the Billionaire. I snorted softly, then slid it back.

Slowly, I lower my hands from my face and turn around. My breath catches immediately. Standing before me is a massive black wolf with piercing silver eyes. Alpha Maverick’s wolf is enormous. Much larger than any wolf I’ve ever seen before. His dark fur almost blends into the shadows around us, making him look terrifying and beautiful at the same time. Jax lowers himself slightly to the ground, silently inviting me onto his back. My wolf instantly reacts with nervous excitement. Mate. I hesitate briefly before carefully climbing onto his back. The moment my hands sink into his thick fur, warmth spreads through me unexpectedly.