Best Post-apocalyptic Romance Books Novels & Stories

I didn't know exactly when, but it had to be the time around when I was about to give birth, and Jasper was at a restaurant with Avery, busy celebrating his company getting successfully listed. Maybe it was also around the time when the apocalypse began, and Jasper abandoned Sasha and me in search of Avery instead. Jasper and I began talking less to each other. In the past, he used to talk about me all the time. Now, however, it was always about Avery. I shivered hard, not wanting to recall those painful memories anymore. Whatever affection we had for each other during our youth should only exist in the past now. Whatever we had left for each other now was just cold aloofness and indifferenc

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"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."

Her throat tightened, eyes misted, as if she could will reality to transform. She read it again, hoping the words might change under her gaze. But they remained the same, unyielding in their cruelty. The invitation slipped from her fingers, fluttering like a burned-out matchstick onto the marble floor. Aidan had belonged to her for two years, their lives knitted together in a shared future. Their dreams had unraveled just three months ago when he claimed he needed "space." Apparently, his "space" included a dazzling engagement ring and her sister's triumph.

The city hadn’t slept, but it had changed. Smoke still curled from the ruined Council tower hours after the explosion. Sirens came and went like passing ghosts. Somewhere beneath all that chaos, two men who should have been dead were quietly breathing again. Aiden woke to sunlight cutting through the blinds of a small apartment overlooking the river. His muscles screamed with every move, and his ribs felt like cracked glass, but he was alive—and more importantly, Dante was too. He turned his head. Dante sat by the window, shirtless, a strip of gauze running across his shoulder. He was staring at the skyline, the rising light painting his skin gold.

That was also why our security was the best in the whole city. I only found out in my last life that, after the world was hit by the deadly heatwave, a lot of desperate people showed up. In the apocalypse, humanity meant little. Everyone answered only to themselves. But our community was the only one that never got attacked by any looters, all thanks to the top-notch security forces here. It stayed safe until the scientists finally managed to build weather bombs strong enough to fight off the deadly heat, and the heatwave finally ended. Everyone in our community survived.

She had begun to turn into them. “No, no, I can't be one of them. No, I don't want to.” She cried, thinking back to before this apocalypse began. Back to when things were okay. Her family was still alive. Except they had died years back before the apocalypse even began. She was just a lonely girl, who met Ryan and fell in love. Barely conscious and close to turning, Ara dragged herself toward the toxic river near the edge of the city. The black water churned violently below, filled with chemical waste, rotting corpses, blood, and dangerous liquids dumped there after the apocalypse began.

Unstructured time between Maya and Marcus is rarer than it sounds. There is always something to do. A wall to inspect. A route to argue over. A decision waiting to become expensive if nobody makes it quickly enough. A quick, heated fuck somewhere no one could see them to scratch that itch that deflates every argument yet never settles it. The apocalypse, as chaperones go, is extremely committed. They have spent more hours alone together in danger than they have alone in peace, which is probably a diagnosis of the entire relationship and not one Maya intends to examine at this hour.

"I have a feeling we both have a lot to teach each other." I laughed. I knew that things were far from perfect, but that everything was heading in the right direction. Andrew and I would be together forever, and the town would recover. Audrey and Ray had been broken, but they had found the strength they needed to fix themselves. The town was broken, but it would be fixed. I was broken, but I would be fixed, with the help of the love of my life. They say that fire always burns, but as the flames sweep away the detritus of the past, new beginnings can spring from the ashes. I smiled. I could feel the seeds of new memories germinating, reaching for the sun.

But the weariness clung to me like the smoke still tangled in my hair, every step a reminder that we were far from safe. Ben and I had been walking for what felt like hours, the silence between us heavy and uncomfortable after everything that had come to light. His confession about knowing something was coming—the apocalypse, The Burning—still gnawed at me, twisting my thoughts until I couldn't tell where my anger ended and my exhaustion began. But then, we found them. Or rather, they found us.