Black Urban Romance Novels Novels & Stories

Elara’s POV I didn’t go back to Dante’s estate. The Romano house would always be full of his rules, his control, and tonight, I wanted none of it, I wanted a bit of spice since I couldn’t get it from him. Instead, I told the driver to turn east. “Black Manor,” I said. He glanced at me in the rearview mirror. “Madam…” “I didn’t ask for commentary.” I say The car changed direction immediately. By the time we pulled through the steel gates of Victor Black’s estate, I had already decided how the night would end. The guards recognized me, they always did. No one stopped me, no one announced me well, they never needed to.

A forbidden encounter unfolds in the school library as Finn, the charismatic jock, and Shasha, the reserved nerd, gives in to their desires during a storm. Their passionate and explicit tryst explores themes of dominance, surrender, and unbridled lust. ******************************** The rain hammered against the library windows, its fury echoing the storm brewing between Finn and Shasha. The school library, usually a sanctuary of quiet study, had become their private arena, the shelves of books mere spectators to the raw, unbridled desire unfolding between them.

mature audiences only 18+! contains an age gap, dark romance, explicit sexual content/ scenes, crime, light BDSM, gunplay, murder/violence, etc. Some situations will not be suitable for all readers. Read at your own discretion* Deacon Another week has flown by in the blink of a fücking eye, since my last date with Myla. It feels like I haven't seen her in months, though.

Every sense I have attunes to Dante, the rasp of his breathing and the tremble of his hand in mine. “This is why I wear black,” he says. I force myself to smile through my tears. “Why?” “So no one can see the blo—” He coughs as Tony leans on his chest. “What are you doing?” I yell at Tony. “Get off!” “You want him dead?” There’s no humor in Tony’s face. “I’ll get off if you want him dead.”

His heart thundered harshly against my chest telling me he was thinking the exact same thing as me. Just two seconds longer, and we could have been dead. My lips parted, my eyes melting into a smile as I muttered. “Thank you,” then everything went dark. VOLUME TWO : HELL WITH MY BILLIONAIRE BOSS FIVE YEARS LATER - KARMA’S A BITCH! “Wealthy business tycoon Ethan Blackwood, set to renew his five year long marriage vows to his wife, Jennifer Blackwood this coming saturday by giving her the tear cut red diamond ring…”

He never gave her money to glam up, but he wanted her to glam up. When I got to the bus stop, I brought out my phone to order for a uber. I always sat at the bus stop to order a ride. While I wait for my ride, I enjoyed the beautiful busy view of my small town. Greentown was name after the beautiful gardens that was almost everywhere in the town.

🔞🔞The Black Ace🔞🔞 ♠️ Chapter 6♠️ ♠️ ELIZABETH ♠️ Sighs! What an exciting life I'm living and the best of it is that, there's no consequences and no responsibility. It may seem unbelievable to some people but in my case, it's the truth. Being alive means enjoying oneself to the fullest and there's no better way to live than to really get on the edge. Everyone has this something in their life that makes them feel alive. Well in my case, there are 2 things that make me feel alive, The first one is killing.

I will never forget the day my beautiful life turned to hell and was totally ruined. My name is Selene, a young girl of 19 who now lives in the royal pack house like a slave to the Alpha. My life turned into a mess, and the lovely world I was living in became one where everyone was against me, ready to badly humiliate me till I might be forced to kill myself. For something that wasn't my crime, I was made to pay for it. I wasn't the one who made my mother get pregnant for a vampire to bore me a mix breed of both werewolf and vampire, yet they turned me into their enemy due to their grudges against the vampires.

“You’re welcome, but for what?” “Everything.” That, along with the deeper kiss he pressed to her lips, was answer enough. ****** Author’s Notes I love futuristic, post-apocalyptic, and/or dystopian fiction. I wouldn’t want to live it, of course, but it’s fun to imagine how bad things could get, and how good people would function in the aftermath. In this book, I also explored a bit how harsh times make even good people do some questionable things. Can you forgive a good character if he (or she) does something morally ambiguous for the ones they love? I like complex characters and questions like that. I hope I gave a modicum of competency to exploring the idea.

ISAAC Katya thinks she's so clever. She wore black down the aisle, convinced it would rattle me, invite gasps, sidelong glances, maybe even a muttered curse. It works, though not for the reason she expects. The instant I caught sight of her, lips painted blood-red, eyes blazing, that sinful dress skimming her perfectly shaped body, I know I could stare at her forever. She's absolutely breathtaking, and more than that, she's mine. In a few minutes she'll belong to me for the rest of our lives. I plan to see her in and, better yet, outof a thousand scandalous dresses.