Dark Fiction Novels & Stories

True Love and Other Disasters ( Tae-Woo & YoonA ) 3. Not So Plain Jane ( Steven Summers & Jane Austin ) 4. Tempted by The Devil ( Reed Summers & Liesl Hampton ) 5. Dark Deception ( Declan Summers & Ma Qingshan ) 6. Dark Betrayal ( Thornton Summers & Ava Smith ) ⪼⪼ 7. Mr. Fiction ( Julie & Remliel ) ⪻⪻⪻ 8. Taming The Wild CEO ( Javier & Ella ) ~ completed & available exclusively on GoodNovel

TRIGGER WARNING & DISCLAIMER This novel is a dark, anthropological erotica that explores the primal depths of human desire, power, and submission. It is not for the faint of heart. If you are uncomfortable with morally gray characters, intense power dynamics, or explicit scenes that push the boundaries of consent, this is not the book for you. This story contains: • Explicit Erotica – No fade-to-black, just raw, unfiltered passion. • Dark & Dubious Consent – Power struggles, mind games, and moments that blur the lines between pleasure and surrender.

He exploded putting Clancy in an endless thought of suspense. ☆☆☆☆☆ Australia Dark Forest Dark Forest is a rural locality in the Wollongong and Wollondilly Shire local government areas. At the 2016 census, it had a population of 115. It is home to the Dharawal National Park and also features several farms. But recently, it has become the ruthless and most dangerous forest in the country known only to belong to the weirdest and ruthless of all creatures in existence, the Werebeasts. Although, not all Werebeasts are dangerous and callous but the particular dark forest is not just a playground to creatures of the night, it is an abandoned spotland for lawless creatures not within the jurisdicti

The sky was dark save for the moon that hung low in the sky it casts a strange glow over the kingdom. Inside the palace, the tension was real. It was the kind of tension that shook even the strongest of men. It was the usual Fortnight ceremony where the wizard takes a look into the future of the kingdom. The king and his subjects watched as he performed his rituals, making strange sounds and incantations. The wizard's screams echoed through the huge hall, a sound that would haunt the memories of those who heard it for years to come. "Doom! Doom is coming!" he cried, his voice trembling with fear. "A werewolf will bring ruin to us all!"

I was practically a sex-addicted slut who slept with different people almost every day, but I swear on everything I love, I really couldn’t control it. My body always seemed to have a mind of its own. Always reacting. Always needing. Always begging for release. And if I didn’t give in, I couldn’t concentrate for the rest of the day. I wouldn’t be in my right mind. And that… was my dirty secret. I had promised myself never to let my mom find out. Never to let him find out. The towering man who stood beside me, his expression cold and unwavering. The richest and most dangerous man in the entire United States. A man both feared and respected. A man who made my heart pound and my body burn, reac

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.

And, as I thought, there’s nothing much to it: just darkness and echoes of the slightest sound. For hours now, I’ve also been waiting for Zeath to break the silence. He doesn’t. But he’s here. His scent lingers, and so do the echoes of his footsteps whenever he moves an inch or two. Fear dominates me now instead of the tears I shed at Mama Tia’s place. Each minute that ticks by with me here makes me scared to my livers. I’m not used to the dark. I was never tossed into one either. Darkness reminds me of stories that spread around the globe—of Gratfiend Lupin’s savagery—how he killed people in the most brutal way possible.

which paid the mortgage and utilities. On the right monitor: a manuscript titled "The Gray Chronicles: Book Three." His publisher was getting impatient. They didn't know their best-selling dark fantasy author was literally a centuries-old being sharing a body with a teenager. The advance paid for Cara's... considerable wardrobe expenses. Shadowalker's voice echoed in their shared mindspace: "The protagonist's motivation in chapter seven remains unconvincing." "He's based on you," Northstar thought back, fingers flying over the keyboard. "Of course he's emotionally stunted."

A mix of fear, anger, and relief. The truth hurt. But the lies had hurt worse. Deep down, I just wanted everything to go back to normal. AT FRANCESCA’S PENTHOUSE The penthouse lights were low, warm, and expensive. Francesca sat on the edge of the long white couch, legs crossed, lips painted deep red. She held a glass of wine like it was a weapon. She watched Mr. Blackwood with a smirk. Mr. Black stood near the window, back to her, hands in his pockets. His shoulders were tense.