Borrow My Dark Romeo: An Enemies-to-lovers Romance Novels & Stories

On senior picture day, the fall of our last year of high school, I did what I always did and stood next to Lena, the girl I'd grown up with. One of our classmates started in on us. "Come on, let the little married couple stand together!" I'd heard it a hundred times, but the secret I was keeping still put color in my face. Lena didn't say anything. Then the photographer counted down, everybody yelled "Cheese," and I heard her voice next to me, low and flat with irritation. "This is exhausting. Can you give me some space?" It was her. I was born with weak vision, so my hearing has always been sharper than most people's. I know what I heard. The second the shutter clicked, she turned

Juliet tried to ignore the feeling of his eyes on her as she moved about the kitchen to grab a packet of hot chocolate powder to add to her coffee. They ate in silence, and Juliet felt tense in the quiet. She glanced at him as he took a large gulp of his coffee. "How can you drink that?" She was unable to hide her disgust at the black liquid and relaxed when he let out a laugh as he pointed at the homemade mocha in front of her. “Black coffee is good. Dark roast is best, but your weak medium will do.” He said as he nudged her side with his elbow. “How can you drink that? You made it a cup of pure sugar.”

She sat on the edge of the motel bed, flash drive still warm from the laptop, and whispered to herself, “He’s building a kingdom with ashes.” And then she did something she hadn’t done in years. She called someone from her father’s original black ledger—a man named Dario who owed her a life debt for not turning his daughter over after the Zana Cartel massacre. He answered on the first ring. “Romano,” he said. “I thought you were dead.” “Not yet,” she replied. “I need a favor.” “You want weapons?” “No,” she said. “I want leverage. I want what my father never used.”

Each wanting to toast him and get in a good word for their companies - while others tried playing matchmakers with their daughters. Zeke stood under the low-hung chandeliers, his golden blonde hair falling over his symmetrical face in a perfect arc. The golden hue of the lights bounced off his tall figure, making his every frown or smile look even more charming and angelic in a rather far annoying way. He flicked his sleeves, his silk black robes with silver embroidered threads catching the light - flaunting every grace and charm he had.

Will he ever regret for what he did to Luna. What will happen between Melissa and Gabriel? Will she forgive him or move on. Indeed there are many questions. But your lovely author is ready to answer them. Oh no. Not with words but with my new story. Like I already once told you guys I have other plans for Hunter and that was my plan. A New Dark Romance Story of Hunter Knight. Monstrous Love. Monstrous Love is not a sequel of Billionaire's Madness but it's only a story of Hunter knight's life.

He could be seen in his slouchy posture while slowly picked up all the papers on the ground. Loki almost shocked, and sweat, even had a tinge of guilt, whether she would help him or not. She sighed, and went to the man who picked up all the files. Loki apologized and helped him picked up all the papers while she immediately closed her eyes and apologized again for what happened but after she opened her eyes, and held one of the papers. Loki saw a few letters name of a man "N, A, and O". It is shown, Nao is a listed on the certificate who won a game infamous Dark PVP.

“It’s a first edition.” “I know.” “Romeo and Juliet. Oh, Ryder!.” She flung her arms around him; still holding the book. “You make me so happy.” She pulled from him. “I wish I could do something like this for you.” “Maybe you’ll have your chance later.” He squeezed her. She kissed him on the cheek and wrapped her arms tighter around his neck. “I will.” Yes, she would. He held her for a few more minutes before reminding her of the snow.

She could feel the heavy beat of his heart through the duvet and her limbs were melting. The thickness of his arousal was a blatant pleasure force he used to encourage her thighs even wider apart. When he raised his head, Electa found she was panting like a sprinter. His ridiculously dark eyes leaped with burning flames, his deep chest heaving, his teeth gleaming white in the darkness between his hot pulsing lips. “Tell me… Were there any other lovers, zoi mou?” Adrastos repeated the question. Electa looked at his face… into his eyes… Then her eyes fixed his mouth, wanting those lips back on her lips, needing them there…

He continued to harass her with his words and eyes. She unconsciously took another step back, her heart beating faster than ever and her cheeks turning red in embarrassment. She was too shocked to even speak. With a blank mind, she threw the broom at him and he dodged it ever so effortlessly. She turned around and quickly rushed towards the back room but who was she running away from? A mafia king who was deeply and madly in love with her.

The ambient ballroom light caught his sharp, razor-like jawline and his dark, piercing eyes. He was staring directly down at her. His dark eyes held no shock, no surprise, and no doubt. They burned with a fierce, terrifyingly possessive intensity that cut through the distance, the crowd, and the noise, locking onto her soul like an unbreakable chain. As Juliet watched, breathless, Roman slowly raised his crystal glass of scotch toward her. He offered her a single, silent, and immensely powerful toast—a dark king acknowledging his queen, making a silent, ironclad promise that she belonged to him, and him alone.