Black Romance Author Novels & Stories

“Brayden, try to keep her calm for a moment. I’ll get Dilan. We need all three of us for this.” He left the room, the door clicking shut behind him. The second he was gone, I attacked Brayden’s mouth. I kissed him hard, biting at his lower lip until I drew blood. The moment the rich, smoky taste of his demonic blood hit my tongue, something shifted inside me. The sickening nausea from the forced blood earlier vanished completely, burned away like mist in sunlight. But the heat in my pussy only flared hotter, wilder. Brayden pulled back slightly, staring at me with wide, lust-filled eyes. “Your eyes… they’re red. Fucking beautiful. You look like you want to devour me.”

I whispered. She didn’t answer. She just snorted in her sleep and burrowed closer as her face pressed into my neck. Her breath was hot on my skin and her hand tightened on my chest. My wolf howled in satisfaction and I just shut my own eyes. I didn’t sleep. Not even a wink. I couldn’t sleep. Because everytime I fucking closed my eyes, I saw her. And every time I opened them, she was still here. And for the first time in thirty-eight years, I, Kieran Blackwood didn’t want to be anywhere else.

– DARK ROMANCE MODE 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 Daniel Blackwood lay beside the unconscious Rose Sinclair, pulling her gently over him… as if she already belonged there. His fingers moved slowly through her hair… while his eyes stayed fixed on the ceiling. Calm outside… but a storm inside. 🌪️ He whispered under his breath— “Tomorrow… everything is going to change, my love…” ❤️ A faint smirk touched his lips.

His skin scorched mine. A small whimper escaped my lips, helpless and betraying. And tears pricked my eyes as I heard him growl in my ear, in that deep tone that curled my insides along with my toes— dark, gravelly, laced with sin, his words brushed against my ear and tore through every barrier I had built. “Hello, lioness…” ____ A. Gupta Check out my completed books, if you like dark romance. These anti heroes are way darker than Ryan Johnson:

VENDETTA ( Love of Darkness or Night) Written by: Authoress Ricky Genres: Action , Erotica , Drama TWO RAINAL "F**k"Red my favorite bitch screamed as I ravaged her mouth my demonic kisses which made her tremble to the core. Her tremendous heartbeat went wild against my chest. My cock twitched when she nibbled onto my lips. A playful grin appeared on my lips as I took her breasts into my hands. Her nipples were hard just like my cock. I scoffed against the thought of Red having a threesome with another man.

Damien drove the rogue down, one knee in its chest, claws at its throat. “Say another word to her,” he growled, “and I will remove your tongue.” The rogue smiled up at him. “You cannot stop a door once it knows her blood.” The journal fluttered in my hand. Pages snapping hard enough to sting. Words appeared. THE HOLLOW CALLS WHAT THE HOUSE WAKES. My mouth went dry. “Damien.” “I’m busy.” “The haunted book has an update.” “Not ideal timing.” “Shockingly, the book did not ask.”

I state, because I will never stop loving him. “I love you too, pretty boy. I always will.” His voice is filled with so much love and there is no denying that Nikolai and I were meant for each other. He's my love, my peace, my husband. Always and Forever. ……. I can literally feel my eyes water as I come to the end of the book. It has been a roller coaster of emotions. I wouldn’t have done this without my readers' support. Thank you all for giving me this chance and I’m so glad that you guys liked my book. It is my first time trying to write a MM book and I ended up getting your love. Mind you, this is not goodbye. Book two of the series will be released soon and the couples there will be Iri

Now I was the one getting surprised. Like a robot, I walked back into the room. Rowan’s eyes lit up the moment he saw me. He twirled me around, disregarding the tears staining my cheeks. His hands found the choker I had bought, and he clasped it slowly around my neck before his palms slid down to my thighs. A few minutes ago I would have moaned and gasped under his touch, but now his hands felt like needles piercing my skin. “See, little mouse, just looking at your smooth skin turns me on,” he murmured as his hands moved up. “Don’t you think so, Bianca? Isn’t my wife pretty?”

Maybe more than one. She crossed the room slowly and opened it. The first page was still the same. Tell the truth. But a second page had been added beneath it. Different handwriting. More fluid. Feminine. The truth won’t save you. Her blood chilled. Sloane closed the book carefully, like it might bite. She stepped back from the desk and stared at the fire, which now burned lower than before despite being recently stoked. A knock came at the door. Sharp. Precise. One-two-three.

Scotch burned trail gold, obsidian devouring every swallow, power humming balanced edge. Night deepened, bodies orbiting with no collision, but collision was inevitable. His hand ghosted spine trace absent—shiver traitorous. "Sleep," he ordered, soft menace, pulling me into the lounge plush without resistance. No fuck tonight—torture purer, proximity dominance submission unspoken. Dreams twisted Rourke's snap, Darius's grin fading peace, Kenji's obsidian guarding shadows. Blood ties bound us, visceral, dark romance, an empire forged in violence and want.