Dark Fanfic Novels & Stories

His dick is out and Standing, his as hard as earlier if not harder I know it will hurt, considering the fact that his dick is so big, I mean he should be an established pornstar like johnny sins but is it crazy that I want it to hurt? he positions himself between my legs, his free hand cups my jaws softly. "you drive me fucking crazy" he says, his eyes staring deep into my eyes like he's trying to penetrate my soul " you drive me crazy too, it isn't funny anymore" i sigh whoever knew this our sick enemy relationship would actually turn out this way. Draven has always been my nightmare but now he's someones my heart will never say no to

Marlene stared blankly. “Shut the door on your way out,” Caspian’s voice reached her ears. She felt the familiar sting of hurt. Caspian had always been the cold one among her five brothers; sometimes, it felt like he hated her. Thane, on the other hand, buried himself in books and documents rather than bother with anyone. Something told her he was allergic to people; he stayed away from women as if they were plagues. He had never been married or dated, and rumors suggested he might be gay.

Please note: This a dark romance story, it features dark content. Alissia POV I sit at my desk, staring blankly at the blinking cursor on my screen. It mocks me, as if it knows I have no idea where to start with my latest attempt. Dark romance. The genre I never thought I’d touch. But after bombing miserably in everything else—comedy, fantasy, sci-fi, even horror—I figured I’d give it a shot. How hard could it be to blend the raw, twisted emotions of a toxic relationship with an edge of danger? Apparently, harder than I thought.

Sophia's POV "What the fuck are you talking about?! Twenty years ago I wasn't even born! Are you crazy?!" I snapped angrily. "I am talking about my body, Sophia," Callan said, his tone turning smooth, deep, and deadly serious. "For twenty years, my sex life has been an absolute curse. Every woman I have ever touched, every woman I have ever tried to take to bed ended up screaming in pain, passing out from the unbearable discomfort, or bleeding so heavily I had to rush them to private surgeons. Do you have any idea what that does to a man?"

In fact, his cock had already gone completely limp. A sad situation at thirty-one; he was sick of trolling for pussy. Same old, same old. A quick fuck and suck, goodbye, then on to the next town. He was getting old if he’d been fantasizing about fucking the same woman a different way every night, rather than a different woman the same way every night. Yeah, that one woman superstar in his lurid fantasies was none other than Channing Kinkaid. A temptress with her gold-flecked hazel eyes. A nymph with a riot of brown curls tumbling between her shoulder blades.

Napaigtad ako nang maramdaman kong umangat ako sa pagkakahiga. "Fuck," napamura ako sa gulat. Kumirot ang sugat ko sa may tiyan at pati na rin sa may braso ko sa biglaang pag ka angat ko. Naramdaman ko naman ang matipunong d****b ni Ephraim sa gilid ko na siyang may gawa kong bakit ako umangat. Binuhat ako nito. Malamig ko 'tong tiningnan. "Put me down,"

Dylan lowers himself beside me, his eyes taking on a darker shade, indicating that he is connecting with someone, possibly through a mind link. After the connection ends, he clears his throat, preparing to address me. "For the next few days, you shall be confined within the wretched depths of the dungeon." Horror floods my being, and my eyes widen at the ghastly fate that awaits me. Having experienced the dungeons a few times before, I know the abysmal conditions within — its darkness is suffocating, and the guards exhibit a complete lack of mercy. Preparing to depart, Dylan rises to his feet, but before leaving, he turns his gaze towards me. His expression is devoid of any sympathy or remor

They lived in this huge bubble, not knowing – or caring – about people like us. My own life felt like two separate books. One was Maeve Briggs, high school senior, trying to keep up her grades and pretend everything was normal. The other was "Eve," the girl with the dark wig and fake ID, dancing on a small stage downtown. That was the book I kept hidden, guarded with my life. It was a secret I'd die before anyone found out. Especially Mom. And Jasper. And Nova, my best friend, who thought my nights were spent studying or binge watching shows.

Jace Rowan had never wanted to be exceptional. He preferred the quiet—the background. It was easier to survive there. Easier to be left alone. That’s why the gods throwing him into a fated bond with an Alpha’s mate felt like a cosmic joke. He watched them now, Rhett and Mira, standing not quite close enough to touch, but with tension stretched tight between them like a live wire. Jace could feel it. He could taste it. The bond between them was real. Feral. Fire.

He chuckled before leaning to my ear and whispered. Damon: I am already regretting marrying a whore like you. The venom his tongue spat not only filled her essence with painful whimper of crushing her respect brutally but also few drops of it attacked his heart without him realizing. _____________________________________ Do like and give feedback. Do follow me here. Spread the purple heart