Dark Fantasy Romance Books Novels & Stories

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_______________ **BLURB** Book 1] CRIMSON : 'Il Velo di MINE' {The Veil of Mine} from MAFIA DARK ROMANCE MINE series He lowered his head, his pupils burning like an ignited flame. "Maybe you think you can escape from me... BUT YOU CAN'T GET AWAY FROM ME", He whispered softly in her ears, causing her to shiver under his gaze. He was her WARMTH. She was his PEACE. but everything was not this simple at all. *** Zafira Wilder, a 30-year-old divorcee, thought she had escaped the shadows of her past, but her world is about to be shattered.

Immortal Desire - vampire, werewolf, witch - a fantasy-based story with dark romance and erotica (you can take a peek at this if it suits your genre taste) - completed 2. Midnight Feast -werewolf - this is a little dark. I don't know how to say it. See for yourself (I like this so much) -new book/on-going 3. The Deserted Wife -TDB book 2 -Romance/drama -new book/on-going

Austin is a nice guy. No, really, an actual nice guy, not just one of those horrible nice guys. After a messy conversation about his best friend Shay's most recent breakup, things are awkward between the two friends as a huge thunderstorm hits and the power goes out. This story is part of the When The Lights Go Out universe. These stories do not need to be read in any particular order; they all revolve around the same event, but are stand alone pieces. ** You know that one girl?

More… specific. I read romance novels and decided the first step to getting his attention was to make him see me as something other than Jane’s little friend. I started wearing shorter skirts when I knew I’d see him. Tighter tops. I’d pull my hair up to expose my neck, mimicking gestures I’d seen in movies. But he never gave me a second glance. Not until I went for the nuclear option. Last night, I sent him photos. Not just any photos. Explicit ones. Carefully angled, lit by the dim lamp in my dorm room, leaving nothing to the imagination. I sent them to his private email, the one I’d memorized from seeing it on paperwork years ago.

I could only hope that she would have settled in again by tonight, because otherwise I would be allowed to sleep on the couch one night again - and it was really uncomfortable. Sighing, I leaned back and opened the completely tattered book again, which I actually already knew by heart. But I wanted to repeat as much as possible today so that I could get off to a good start tomorrow. I ran my finger over the familiar table of contents. Foreword, evolution, instinct, social life, physiology, reproduction, ancestry, stem groups and subspecies. How many times had I made this movement with my finger? I couldn't count it anymore, but it was like a little ritual I had to go through before I could s

Stretching my hand out was just instinct. My picture frame that should have slammed into the floor and scattered into a million pieces was floating in the air, hanging inches from the floor, covered in black. The black ink was stretching forth from my fingers. I screamed and snatched my hands back, snapping the blackness in half. The picture, broken from its strange black tether fell to the floor with a loud bang. The resulting smash was enough to make me jump in fear once more. I would have gone insane if it weren't for James.

Elena Whitmore's Point Of View. Everything after Marcus's promise became a blur of hands, mouths, and overwhelming pleasure. It started with Damien. He pulled me closer on his lap, my heavy 36C breasts were completely bare in front of all four men. He groaned in appreciation and immediately cupped them from behind, squeezing my soft flesh roughly while his thumbs flicked over my hard nipples. "Fuck, these tits are perfect," he muttered, burying his face in my neck and sucking on my skin.

He didn't want me anymore? Was he already bored of me? I collapsed to the bed. My body was still shivering as minutes passed. Soon the door suddenly burst open. I flinched to see Damien walk back into the room. “You didn't think I left you, right?” He asked. There was a wide grin on his face. And I glanced down at his hands. He was carrying something. Fuck. He had a collar and lube in his hands. I was a goner. He walked over to me.

He doesn't. Of course he doesn't. Because he loves this just as much as I do. Gray sets his drink down, his eyes still locked on me—like we're the only ones in the room, even though the bass is thumping and half the club is watching with barely disguised hunger. Let them. We're not the only ones fucking in here tonight, and it's not like we don't enjoy putting on a show. Another kink I didn't realize I had... until recently. Gray pulls a fistful of Diamond's hair and drags her off his cock with a wet pop. She gasps for air, her lips swollen, drool glistening on her chin and dripping down her chest.