Dark Fantasy Love Novels & Stories

His talented mouth lifted from her, leaving her bereft. "Lie still," he ordered gruffly. His feral face was dark, and his eyes were bright, almost feverish. He was as lost to the lust as she was. Emboldened by his tenuous control, she offered a knowing smile. "I love you, Dark." Dark was riveted by his mate beneath him. She burned too hot to be the same icily reserved girl he used to follow with his gaze. Rufus had been stubborn as hell, but he had instantly felt the connection from the beginning. He fought Rufus and didn’t communicate with him when she left them. "I love you more,"

Together, they wove a tapestry of love, each thread intertwined with the others, strengthening their bond with every touch, every kiss, and every whispered promise. Their lovemaking was a symphony of sighs, moans, and the soft rustle of skin against skin. It was a celebration of their love, a defiant stand against the darkness that had threatened to consume Vivi. In this moment, they were invincible, their love a beacon that illuminated the shadows, rendering them powerless.

Lydia, my usual, stood up and made her way over, she was a pretty brunette, although dull compared to my fiery red goddess. “Damien, no room this time? Or are you feeling adventurous to do it in front of everyone?” she looked hopeful. I smiled, “Sorry love, just the blood tonight.” Her face visible dropped, “Did you find a new lover?” “Lydia, you know I have many lovers,” I reminded her, granted at this time, I wanted none of them, they never felt like anything either, just a way to satisfy a need. I only ever took a willing partner though.

His movements become more frantic, less controlled. “Look at me,” he demands, his voice cracking. I open my eyes, meeting his stormy gaze. We’re both wrecked, tears streaming, breaths coming in harsh gasps. In that moment, as the climax rips through us both, it’s not just a physical release. It’s an explosion of every pent-up ounce of love, hurt, and desperate want. I cry out, a raw, broken sound, as the waves crash over me. He follows with a choked, shuddering groan, his body slumping over mine as he spills himself deep inside. He collapses, his weight heavy and familiar, his face buried in my hair.

What is going to win love or hate? this book contains CEO Romance, love, family, friendship, violence and mature content read at your own risk

"Simple. I withhold your allowance until I get the equivalent. And that would be after tanning your hide for keeping the blackmail away from me in the first place, which I still have a mind to do." She hugged him tightly. "That melts my heart. I like it." He said, planting a kiss on her head. "I like it a lot." She smiled smugly. Inara's tip about the tight hug worked, after all, she thought as he caressed her cheek, looking deeply into her eyes. "I love you, Mrs.Michael Ray." "I love you too, Darling." She responded and he pressed his lips to hers in an enrapturing kiss. *** That night, outside Violet May's abandoned shed, an eerie wind was blowing and gathering pieces of the burnt book tog

“I’ve never liked Tom. Now, I know why. You were in the hospital all this time and he just let me think that you wanted nothing to do with me. I want to kill him.” “I thought that you’d dumped me,” I admitted.’ “I love you,” he said with so much emotion that it was impossible not to believe. “Where’s your place. I want to come over.” “I’m not there,” I said, woefully. I wanted nothing more than to be held by him at that moment. Here was a man who spoke and interacted with me in reality the way my dream love spoke and interacted with me in my sleep. “Dr. Mokena took me from the hospital and put me up in a lodge upstate. She claimed it would speed up my recovery.”

"The time has come. The full moon ritual shall grant me the powers of Claire. Darkness shall consume this world, and none shall stand in our way." As the ritual neared completion, a malevolent energy filled the chamber, casting an ominous shadow over their triumphant moment. Dante's eyes gleamed with a mixture of anticipation and malevolence, his thirst for power seemingly insatiable. Little did he know that Dakota's relentless pursuit drew nearer with each passing moment. The confrontation between light and darkness, love and power, was about to unfold in a clash that would shape the destiny of the supernatural world.

he laughed again, but this time it sounded dangerous. “He still believes in love? Pathetic. I expected something more. Or maybe you have something that I don’t know. Maybe …just maybe your blood is rare, spicy…” he whispered slowly as I tried to attack back while he grabbed my wrist and pulled me to himself. I felt his sharp canines graze over my skin as he began drilling into my neck. I let out a shrill cry and immediately he fell to the floor, and so did I. Dante rushed toward me as I dropped. I was bleeding severely. I heard my mate roar as he left my side and faced the stranger. I had a blurry sight but I could see an image jump out of the ship. There was a great splash of water after th

I emptied my rock glass and slammed it on the table, "And you know what he said?" I asked Daniel angrily. "What?" "He said he never really stopped loving me! B*llsh*t, right?!" I exclaimed and leered at him as if he was the one who was making me furious. "After taking me for granted and cheating on me? He would say that? After hurting me so much to the point I've lost myself?! How will I believe that?" I shook my head profusely.