Black Urban Romance Novels Novels & Stories

In one smooth motion he lifted me up and my legs wrapped around his waist automatically. He turned and pressed my back against the wall hard enough to knock a picture frame crooked. The new position put the hard ridge of his erection right against the place where I needed friction most and I couldn’t stop myself from grinding down against him. “Fuck,” Nathan groaned against my mouth, and the raw need in his voice sent another wave of heat through me. His hips thrust up to meet mine and the friction made stars burst behind my closed eyelids. We were still fully clothed but it felt so good I thought I might actually come just from this, just from grinding against him like teenagers.

Dad grabbed the nurse, throwing her out of the room alongside himself. "Well-done, Emily, you have accomplished your mission." A sinister scent emerged, a wicked laugh echoing across the room. The once blue sky was now a mixture of black and white with the moon reflecting its radiant image. Wails filled the air as a ray of light fell from the sky, hitting a mountain on the other side of town. I groaned, wincing as my hand was scorched by the flaming book. The pages settled, words in red appearing on the pages. "Strigoi, Nosferatu, Jiangshi…"

(Teen Romance) Beautiful Adeline: A Mafia Romance (Dark Romance) I Still Hate You (BxB, BL, MxM, LGBQT Romance) All For the Money (Erotic Romance) His Girlfriend's Brother (BxB, BL, MxM, LGBQT Romance) Marina (Mystery/Thriller)

Nicolai couldn't help but smile as he approached the chair where Alessia had obviously fallen asleep. The book that had dropped from her hands onto the thick carpet was facedown, its title Twisted Shifters – Four Twisted Romances. One Very Good Time. He picked it up and flipped through the pages, chuckling. Cursed Dildos and AI that came alive indeed. A faint blush dusted her cheeks from the warmth of the fire and he imagined her reading the steamy passages, lost in a world of make-believe lovers.

My thighs kept pressing together under the desk, still tender from yesterday’s orgasm in Professor Black’s office. The book he’d given me felt like a brand in my bag. I had read every marked passage last night, my fingers buried deep in my pussy the entire time, coming over and over while his sharp red notes stared back at me. “Pay attention to the mask.” “What breaks first?” “Guilt is desire wearing velvet.”

and worst of all, he was my stepbrother. My name is Elena Romero, and I have always been the good girl that could do no wrong. Just a girl and her books they say, but what they didn't know was that those books housed my dark fantasies, dragging me into a world so forbidden that it left me craving for what I shouldn't have. And I would have gotten away with it, my fantasies would have remained fantasies, but everything changed when mother forced me to pack up and leave Italy with her. She had fallen in love with Butch, a handsome man in his sixties, and he lived in Chicago with his son, Frederick.

Kyra I woke up in the middle of the night with my phone vibrating beside me. I answered urgently, thinking it was something important, but it was just the bank reminding me that I’m drowning in debt. The bedroom window was half open, and the cold wind was freezing me. I knew I wasn’t in my home—if I ever really had one—but I still dared to go downstairs to the kitchen. “You should be sleeping. Tomorrow will be a long day. Julie has many tasks throughout the day.” Blackthorne stood with his back to me, shirtless, a glass of whiskey in his hand.

With every dark thing I’d buried inside me. “I could break you,” I growled. Her chin tilted up. Defiant. “You already are.” My hand slipped up her thigh. Not enough to touch, just enough to feel the heat radiating from her skin. She was wet. I could smell it. My restraint cracked. “Tell me what you want,” I demanded. Her voice was barely a whisper. “You.” That was the final thread. I lifted her, wrapped her legs around me, her back still pinned to the wall, and kissed her—hard. No romance. No hesitation. Just heat and years of denial erupting into something brutal and raw.

The scent of old leather and Adrian’s unsettling cologne still clung to Isabella’s skin like smoke, hours after their conversation had ended. His voice haunted her—low, steady, almost too calm. “My next move… is to show you everything.” But she didn’t trust “everything” from Adrian Blackwood. His truths always came wrapped in riddles, softened with charm, and sharpened with intent. No, she’d find her answers.

Lucien’s hand twitched, like he wanted to strike or to hold her—he couldn’t decide. Finally, his voice cracked. “If anything happens to you, Catalina, there won’t be a man alive who can stop me from burning this city.” “Then burn it after,” she whispered. “But not before.” --- They moved. Through alleys that stank of urine and fried food, past dogs that growled from shadows, through the wet hiss of rain against corrugated tin. The black site loomed like a mausoleum—concrete, windowless, faceless. A city building no one looked at twice, yet it pulsed with armed life.