Books With Dark Romance Novels & Stories

Her collarbone was exposed and my mouth watered as a sinful image of just how people she would look with my hickeys littered across her neck flashed in my mind. I felt a deep need to possess her and my thoughts were cut short as my eyes trailed down to her lap. I felt myself losing control as I drank in the sight of her delicious thigh. It was tempting, inviting, and within reach, as it glistened under the white light of the car. I took a sharp breath as I tried to keep my composure, but no matter how hard I tried she unraveled me with nothing more than her presence. Our eyes met and for a moment the world around us faded into nothing. My breath hitched, caught somewhere between awe and some

“What else was I ever meant to do? Work in an office? Come and ask you out for a date, and pick you up from your little job? Would you have even looked at me twice Taylor and be honest with yourself. I sparked your interest because of what I was.” “I didn’t even know who you were then.” I reminded him. “You knew I was dangerous; it was forbidden and that’s what attracted you to me. The light in you needs my darkness, same as my darkness needs your light.” his fingers went back to smoothing over my skin. “We need each other to survive and thrive. And anyway, you don’t need to worry about such things. as long as you are mine, completely and utterly mine then even if I was taken out of the pic

Lord Zarek only threw a gaze at me but said nothing. The Lycans whispered something to each other, and part of their conversation ended with a witch hunt. It made me wonder if we were out to hunt witches. We boarded the carriage and rode off. I sat closer to Lord Korran, while Fenrik sat directly opposite me. I had a book in his hands that he was reading from. “Still reading that witch's book,” Lord Korran said. “You know I've been wondering how a Velkrin could appear without the presence of a vampire,” Fenrik said.

His bedroom looked nothing like a place to rest, it was more like a clear picture of Dravon as a man himself. The shelves craved into the stone wall, line with so many books and artillery designs, was enough to almost give me a nose bleed. I tried to look away, but I couldn’t. There was something eerie about the books I couldn’t quite place. The leather covers it bore wasn’t the usual type of book covers, but it had something this feel like it was from of old. And the titles of some of the books I saw, I realized I couldn’t even read it out.

**DEDICATION** To the dreamers who find solace in stories, To the lovers of dark romance and untamed desires, And to those who embrace both the light and the shadows within; This book is for you. And to myself, ShineeSunshine; For the late nights, the endless imagination, and the courage to weave crimson tales of obsession and love. _______________ **BLURB** Book 1] CRIMSON : 'Il Velo di MINE' {The Veil of Mine} from MAFIA DARK ROMANCE MINE series

More… specific. I read romance novels and decided the first step to getting his attention was to make him see me as something other than Jane’s little friend. I started wearing shorter skirts when I knew I’d see him. Tighter tops. I’d pull my hair up to expose my neck, mimicking gestures I’d seen in movies. But he never gave me a second glance. Not until I went for the nuclear option. Last night, I sent him photos. Not just any photos. Explicit ones. Carefully angled, lit by the dim lamp in my dorm room, leaving nothing to the imagination. I sent them to his private email, the one I’d memorized from seeing it on paperwork years ago.

he'd said, his voice low, eyes dark with hunger. “I shouldn't be here like this,” I'd whispered, but my body leaned in anyway. “Why not? Everyone’s out. Just us.” His hand brushed my arm, sending sparks through me. We'd kissed then, fierce and desperate. He bent me over his desk, yanked down my panties, and thrust into me without a word. “God, your pussy feels amazing,” he'd growled, pounding hard, his balls slapping against me.

He stood in the doorway. The light from the hallway framed him like a dark angel. He looked down at me. "You think you can leave me?" He laughed. Then he pointed a finger at me, shaking it slightly. "You think some other Alpha wants Marcus Blackwood’s broken mate? You’re mine, Rhiannon. Only mine! You’ll always be mine! No one will take you. No one will want you. You’re damaged goods." The words hit me harder than the slap. Damaged goods. That’s all I was to him. A possession that got dented.

His hand stopped its lazy exploration of my breast. “N-no,” I stuttered, afraid I had offended him. In one smooth motion, he rolled me onto my back and settled between my spread thighs, caging me beneath his powerful body. His dark eyes burned into mine with raw intensity. “Then why don’t I show you that you are mine… and no one else’s.” --- He didn’t wait for my answer. Lord Blackwood kissed me deeply, claiming my mouth as he positioned himself at my entrance. I was still sore from last night, tender and sensitive, but the moment the thick head of his cock pressed against me, the ache turned into something hotter.

Or at least in most stories, each of them is considered rather evil creatures, children of Darkness. But there are stories where even messengers of Light, beings who should deal better with temptation than we, weak humans, sometimes succumb to the power of the Darkness. There are also times when the children of the Darkness discover such feelings as love, which in turn draws them to the Light. Many times the being from Light connects with the one from Darkness, creating a beautiful, but always very sad and desperate love story - because in most cases neither Light nor Darkness want their representatives to mix with each other.