Dark Academia Romance Novels & Stories

His were already fixed on mine. Oh God. Oh goodness. What was I doing? My mother had died. Mikhail was a bloodthirsty monster and he would not hesitate to kill this guy. “I'll keep it a secret,” I said with a small smile, heading for the door I had come through. “Come on, don't go yet,” he threw his arms. “I'm Alec. Alec Isherwood, in case you forgot my name after my presentation.” He reached for my hand. “I’m afraid my name's a secret too,” I winced. I didn't need a sorcerer to tell me that Mikhail would lose his marbles if I told Alec my name.

“You have given me a gift beyond measure, Mia. Not only your blood, but your unwavering trust and unconditional love. I am forever grateful for your presence in my immortal life.” I leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, tasting the remnants of my blood. “And I am grateful for you, Jonathan. You’ve shown me a world of passion and devotion that I never thought possible. Drinking my blood is just another way for us to explore the depths of our connection.” As our lips parted, we sat there, locked in a moment of shared understanding and love.

"How was it? Is it correct that your blind-date partner is not up to your taste?" She nodded. "Is there anyone that you unexpectedly encountered who made your heart jump excitedly?" She nodded again. How could it jump excitedly? It nearly jumped to death! "Wow! Just as I had said, it is so accurate. Then, it was also raining. Are there any more romantic happenings?" Arya turned her head around and with her long hair still dripping water, she quietly said. "Sophie, ah...... This chance encounter if it is good, it is called romance but if it is bad, it is called a nightmare."

She closed the door behind her and leaned her back against the door. "Leah.One-chan. I miss you." ******** With her final prayers of the week, Leah walked out of the church with her hands tucked inside her coat pocket. She felt her nose getting frozen and her cheeks burning due to the cold weather. She tightly clenched the coat around her and was about to leave when all of a sudden someone wrapped a scarf around her neck. She flinched and turned to look at the person. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," Damon said with a smile on her face. "You looked cold." Damon continued. Leah looked at the red scarf wrapped around her neck, she felt warm...the scent coming from the scarf was pleasan

his voice lower and I whirl to look at him, "I know" and a second later he too turned his head to look at me, our eyes met and everything around me went round in circles of blank and all I could see was the dark color of his eyes staring deeply into mine. Now that he was close to me I can see his face even without the source of light radiated inside this place. I could see him. What's wrong with me now? A lazy smile decorated my lips when I observed his face, his eyes- in dark color but I couldn't identify whether it was brown or pitch black. His hair is in dirty blonde color which I couldn't deny but- it suited him.

Her Dark Past (Love in shackles) Chapter 1 LILIANA's POV, "Please don't do this to me," I screamed as his huge hand got under my skirt, I shivered in fear, I hated his touch yet I loved it when he touched me. "See you are mine…" Damon spat angrily “I can use you any way I like, I brought you with my money so don't dare try to dictate to me,” he said with gritted teeth "Damon!" I screamed as his hands caressed my skin and I spat on his face.

This Chapter is R-18. Friendly reminder, this book is dark romance but it’ll get better and again, this a work of fiction. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~Lianna Black~ Suddenly, my senses were fully awake from his notion. I gulped hard; I was still sore from the orgasms he gave me on Santa Barbara and on the jet. From my observation before, I knew Ace was dominant, that he craves control in everything he does. It isn’t a wonder that he also loves to dominate the bedroom.

" you don't know why but you're lost, lost in his eyes as if he is staring at your soul. it is like you are in your world with him—you didn't mind about the people entering in or the fact that you two are in one cubicle. but you didn't ignore the turmoil, you were still worried and anxious about being caught. you gritted your teeth. you were so frustrated. your devil side is battling against your angel side. you wished to feel pleasure—you want to feel what it is like to be loved yet you also want to stay the way you are right now. you disliked it. you disliked being so all over him. but you're enjoying it. you're enjoying this challenge he's offering you. one sex won't hurt...right? "fuck y

She looked up at me through lowered lashes, her expression unreadable. “You said you aren’t here for sex.” “I meant every word.” “Good.” She took another step forward, close enough that I could feel her breath against my jaw. Her hand rested against my chest, right above my heart, and it thundered beneath her palm. “You know what your problem is, Damien?” I shook my head weakly after she asked. “You’ve always mistaken desire for love.” Her fingers curled around my shirt, pulling me closer and bridging every gap between us.

Their hollow eyes made my skin crawl. "Exchange your vows." The ghost bride slowly lowered her head toward me. In that instant, a small piece of skull slipped loose from the side of her forehead and fell. Right then, I heard the system notification: [Ding! Congratulations on successfully selecting your target: Ximena Ferguson.] [Target has gifted you a blood-red formal suit. It has been added to your inventory. Bonus reward: one universal glue.] [Please remove the nail from Ximena's head and use the universal glue to repair her skull to increase intimacy.]