Dark Fantasy Romance Audiobooks Novels & Stories

By day six the list had eleven items. The lie about not sleeping much. The eleven minutes at the window. The half-second delay before warmth. The cataloguing walk through the forest. The way it ate without tasting. The way it said her name — always right, never once wrong, which was itself suspicious because Dante said her name differently depending on his mood, a full vocabulary of Danielles that this thing had apparently averaged into one correct neutral version. Item seven was the coffee.

, Ashton said. I ignored them and went to check for an interesting book that I could purchase. Jack and Ashton kept on talking and laughing but I didn’t pay them any attention. Jack was funny and I liked that about him. I found a book that seemed nice and pulse-racing, Blood Brothers by Nora Roberts.

’’, I mumbled to myself. Finally finding the perfect book, it is an age-gap mafia and enemies to lovers romance book. There was a couch in the library, I made my way to it and started reading. I lost count of the time. Reaching my room with the book in my hand, I see Rowan standing in front of my room. I braced myself to face him. ‘’Where were you?’’, he spewed the bitter words in my face. He was fuming, for what reason?Did he look for me?

Author’s Note / Reader Warning: This story contains extremely explicit content, dark themes, non-consensual elements, drugging, stalking, kidnapping, heavy BDSM, blood play, and intense psychological manipulation. It is very dark and not for the faint of heart. Reader discretion is strongly advised. ****** Chapter 1 Velvet Obsession Ledger¥ She was sleeping again.

He asked me, propping himself up on his hand. “Yeah, much better,” I whispered, not wanting to break this moment between us. Placing another of those soft kisses he sat up and said, “I’m going to change.” . . A Gupta . Have you checked out my other books? If you're new, do check out my books. They all are completed and are dark romance with twisted heroes that will make you hate them but by the end of the book you'll fall for them still!! You can start with, Bride To Be and Saved By The Devil.

My body was sore in the best way, and my mind was spinning. This was no longer just about sex. Damian Blackwood wasn’t just claiming my body. He was claiming *me*. And the most dangerous part was that I was starting to want him to.

God, he was every fantasy I’d ever had, carved to perfection. His lips hovered against my ear as his breath fanned hot over my skin. “How come I didn't know you were this damn sexy?” he murmured, his voice dark velvet. The robe slid from my shoulders with a whisper and pooled at my feet, leaving me bare beneath his hungry gaze.

Lisa's POV I stood in the dark cell, my heart pounding against my ribs. Sweat gathered on my forehead as I swallowed the lump in my throat. "Derek?" I called softly, pressing a trembling hand against the cold iron gate. "Please… don’t hurt me." A low, snarl erupted from the cell. Then, a pair of red eyes opened. "Oh no," I whispered, my body jolting in shock. "He’s changing." "Little wolf," Derek murmured, "My rut has started… but I can still control it. For now."

“The power you carry is not yours. You do not understand what it can do. But we do. You belong with us.” Sky did not answer. Her hand rested on Damian’s chest. She felt the heat of the wound, the black magic spreading slowly. And in that moment something shifted inside her. Not water. Not wind. Something older. Wilder. More dangerous. Deep in her chest a trembling heat gathered. Not a spark. Not a flame. A fire. Not ordinary magic. Something ancient. Something older than the Shadow World itself. Something the world had forgotten. Dragon fire. The ancient blood thundered in her veins. The creatures fell silent. The fog thickened. The world seemed to hold its breath.

My gown was nothing but a crumpled emerald ruin bunched around my waist, diamonds still sparkling at my ears and throat like they hadn’t witnessed the complete undoing of their wearer. Noah slid out from between my thighs next, cock still glistening, semi hard and flushed dark. He pressed a slow, filthy kiss to my mouth, tasting the remnants of Steve on my tongue, then pulled back with a soft groan. “Jesus, Darcie,” he murmured, voice wrecked.