Best Monster Romance Novels & Stories

“It was…” “You’ve been sleeping with him, haven’t you?” Monster sounded resigned. Not daring myself to speak, I waited for him to explode. He didn’t, which came as a shock. “I thought when he said you were getting engaged that he had done something stupid like kidnap you. I was sure he was lying and that's why I asked Domino to—" “He doesn’t want to marry me, Monster. I don’t think he ever did. He just wanted to fuck me. And now he has…” I broke down into sobs again.

she breathes against my lips when we finally break apart, both gasping. "Monster and Monster Tamer," I growl back, nipping at her lower lip, drawing a soft gasp. The darkness in her eyes mirrors mine, not flinching, embracing. It’s the core of this twisted, beautiful thing between us. She doesn’t absolve me; she wields the darkness within me as her own weapon. My salvation, my damnation, wrapped in blonde hair and steel resolve. The charged moment shatters with a sound utterly out of place in our isolated haven.

Her eyes closed as her body tightened. Monster felt her response and smiled. His size had never failed to please the ladies but now he only wanted to please her. He felt her tighten her grip on his cock even tighter and he almost lost it then but he dug in deeper and harder. Then when she flew over the top, he lasted a few more deep strokes before he exploded inside her. He roared when he came as this woman had entirely captured him and a moment later, he rested his head against hers. “That was freakin’ unbelievable,” he whispered.

Lucien continued, “You will be with me, day and night, until I figure out who you really are… and why I can’t touch you.” Mireya blinked, her mind was spinning. She barely caught the words, but when it clicked, when the meaning of the bargain she had just made settled in her bones, she stopped breathing. A bargain with a monster. “Very well then,” Lucien said, straightening his posture. “Come to my office, now. Don’t keep me waiting.” And before she could respond, before she could process his command, he simply turned and walked away. After a few steps, and in a heartbeat, he was gone.

"Tell me you feel it. Tell me the 'Result' is exactly what you wanted. Tell me you want the monster more than the mother." The interaction was explicit, raw, and terrifyingly intense—a dark romance played out on the edge of a literal meltdown. Dante took her with a slow, agonizing rhythm that forced her to acknowledge the depth of her own ruin. He was sadistic in his pacing, demanding her attention, her breath, and her soul while the monastery groaned around them.

His hand lifted, hovered just inches from the handle. If he turned it , if he stepped inside there’d be no undoing it. Not this time. He could finish what they started. Bury himself so deep inside that mouth, inside that want, that for a few hours, he wouldn’t have to think about betrayal and bloodlines and wedding vows. He could forget. But the thing about monsters was they followed you, even after the lights went out. And Rafael already knew, no matter how hard he tried to kill this thing between them, it wouldn’t stay buried.

After I spent half a month at home as a completely invisible nobody, Dexter showed up to propose, just as he had promised. He gave me lavish wedding gifts, along with two thousand dollars. That was double the amount he had given Rosa in my previous life. The generous sum sent Rosa into a fury. Mom comforted her, telling her to take everything, including the money, to the Dawsons' house. That finally calmed her down. She counted the two thousand dollars over and over again, then strutted in front of me with a proud look.

“I love you, and I’ll take care of you, you know that, right? No prenup, no nothing so you know it’s real, what I’m saying. Come on, my parents will be waiting. Let’s go in, okay?” I nod, stunned and shocked and freezing. “I just need a minute,” I say once we get inside the beautiful little restaurant. I see Mr. and Mrs. Ricci already seated by a roaring fire, him sipping from his wine glass, her drinking her vodka martini with its single olive. “Yeah, go ahead. Fix yourself up. Make yourself pretty. I’ll explain this beauty,” he says, pointing to his chin. He pulls me in and kisses my forehead. I force a smile and hurry into the bathroom before I lose it.

Breathing the same air as the man who felt like home. And then—I wasn’t just standing. I was in his arms. Dominic didn’t just hold me. He tethered me to himself, clutched me like he needed every cell of my being pressed into his. It wasn’t just an embrace. It was a reclamation. It was him saying, I found you. He pulled back just enough to see my face, his eyes rimmed with a kind of quiet despair I had only seen in war survivors and grieving lovers. In all my time loving Dominic Romano, I had learned this: he was a monster by necessity and miserable only by exception.

why in the holy name of the Moon Goddess, was I now lying under the duvet completely naked, whispering in my mind, “Come touch me… Come take me…” What the hell is wrong with me? My heart was thumping like it was trying to rip out of my chest. My legs tangled awkwardly beneath the sheets as my body burned with a need I didn’t understand. The door creaked open, and there he was, Damon. Still in that ridiculous mask that hid everything… yet revealed too much. His eyes widened the moment he saw what was under the duvet. And I expected it. I expected him to pounce. To tear the sheets away and bury all his aggression into me. I braced for it. I thought his hunger would mirror mine, reckless, angry