Black Dark Romance Books Novels & Stories

So he took advantage of being home on sick leave and spent whole days on his laptop, searching the Internet across the globe for the most reliable sources possible. Maria, after long conversations with her husband and Miguel, let herself be persuaded and promised that she would find some way to contact Nadir, but the search was more difficult than she thought. Firstly, Maria didn't know exactly what to look for, and secondly, where, after all, she didn't know anyone interested in something like black magic and summoning demons. But one night the answer came to her by itself, in a dream in which Maria saw quite clearly the book she was looking for and a spell that would help her contact the c

When I'm done in the kitchen, I pour myself a glass of white wine, savoring the tangy scent that rises from the glass. My eyes drift over to my bookcase in the living room, and I pad towards it. I let my hand caress the spines of several books before I halt at the one I am currently reading. It's a dark romance with heavy smut, gory violence and a male lead so morally grey you could call it pitch black. Love it!

I looked up to find myself staring at a the most gorgeous man I’d ever seen in my life. “Watch where you’re walking.” He growled without even glancing at me. He fixed his black and golden frock coat. “Me? You’re the one who needs to watch where you’re going.” I snapped without even thinking. He sniffed the air, his body tensing before he turned around. His aura was dark and dangerous.. powerful. I wondered if he was an Alpha. And then our eyes met, my heart skipping several beats. He is the scent I smelled earlier.. and he.. is my mate.

I always give my social medi@ page but if it feels good to you and makes you happy to write a negative review and ruin all the hard work and sleepless nights I am putting into this book, then go ahead! As a writer it's really disheartening and demotivating because conveying emotions, making you laugh and cry with the words is not an easy task. In the beginning and even in the middle, I gave multiple warnings about dark theme. And if you are finding that what Damien has done to Angel is too much than you haven't actually read any dark romance yet. I am not the kind of person who rants like this or gets angry but I can't tolerate it when it becomes too much.

“No matter how hard I fuck you, it’s never hate. It’s need. It’s love. Twisted and dark as it is, it’s yours.” She shudders, melting her body into mine. “Damian…” she moans in a voice thick with sleep and lust. “Don’t stop. Please…” I don’t. Instead, I grind in deeper and roll my hips to brush her walls just right until her moans spill louder. I hold her tight against me, letting her leg stay hooked over mine. The position gives me direct access to her soul. “You feel that?” I whisper hoarsely. “That’s how I love you. Deep. dirty. Real. All and more for you, Liliana.”

For those who are looking for a dark romance about a very morally grey alpha with black cat vibes where the MMC makes the FMC earn her freedom, read Buttons and Lace now. And for my romantasy readers, I also write dark fantasy romance under Penelope Barsetti. My newest release is The Death King, a necromancer intent on revenge...and will unalive anyone who touches his woman.

Enjoy! Also, If you crave intense, slow-burn, dark, taboo romance with a deliciously dark edge, dripping with passion, obsession, secrets, tension, and twists that will test every boundary and leave you gasping for more, check out my new book, MATED TO MY OBSESSIVE STEP-BROTHER.

He was big, that much I know but I never thought he would be so turned on because of me. And looking at his hard dick, I was so fucking wet. I want this huge dick inside me. Screw everything, I want this. Finally, My subconscious murmured. Author’s Note;- Hey guys, Please do like the book and leave your comments below in the comments section. Do follow me if you haven’t yet. Love you all, Take care.

The kiss was all-consuming, wild and untamed, as though we were both drowning in it—both sinking into the dark together, unable to pull back. His hands moved to the hem of my shirt, tugging it up impatiently, and I knew what was coming. Part of me wanted to scream, wanted to fight him off. But another part of me—something darker, something hungrier—welcomed it. Welcomed the need, the hunger, the power he was giving me and taking away all at once. He broke the kiss again, but this time he didn’t pull away. He stood there, staring down at me with eyes so full of darkness, I thought I might drown in them.

A slow, hot burn that tightened my chest and slicked my thighs. Then I saw him. He rose from a throne of ebony and bone. A silhouette of pure darkness wrapped in black leather. Obsidian and silver covered his face—a wolf's snout, narrow slits for eyes, a mouth that showed nothing but the occasional gleam of fang. The Phantom. Our gazes locked. The bond slammed into place like a physical blow. A primal snarl ripped from his throat, echoing through the hall. Conversations died. Every wolf turned to watch.