Dark Forbidden Romance Books Novels & Stories

If any of these subjects upset, trigger, distress or anger you then take this as a warning NOT TO CONTINUE READING. Also, this is a rewrite/combined book of a series I have posted on Dre*me. For those of you who have followed my work for a while, you might know the original book series, The Forced Series which follow Rose, Kane, Alexander and Raven Tavish. This is a rewrite and it will be different. I will be making a lot of changes and the biggest being this WON’T be four books. I have taken those four books and combined them into one long book here. So, please no comments about how this is stolen work or similar to another authors series. This is my original work and I am the original auth

"You have a fire in your soul, Celess. A passion for life that I find... intoxicating. I wanted to share that with you." Celess felt her heart racing in her chest. She had always been drawn to danger, but this was different. This was the ultimate forbidden romance, and she didn't know if she was ready for it. But as she looked into Steve's dark eyes, she felt a sense of calm wash over her. She didn't know what the future held, but she knew that she wanted to spend it with him. Without a word, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Steve's neck, pressing her lips to his in a fierce, passionate kiss. As they kissed, she felt like she was finally home.

Damien chuckled, “I will behave. What would you like me to do?” “I need to gather more herbs, but you will have to stay here. I don’t want you to burn up. Maybe you could look over the books I took from the library. You might see something in them that could be helpful.” “Very well,” agreed Damien. I went out to gather some herbs. When I came back in, a few hours later, he was still reading, but looked up when he heard me. “Anything?” “It’s a fascinating read. The nullifier charm, naturally, combine with the enlargement spell, but I assume you’ve already have that in play.” He eyed up my basket of herbs.

Will he ever regret for what he did to Luna. What will happen between Melissa and Gabriel? Will she forgive him or move on. Indeed there are many questions. But your lovely author is ready to answer them. Oh no. Not with words but with my new story. Like I already once told you guys I have other plans for Hunter and that was my plan. A New Dark Romance Story of Hunter Knight. Monstrous Love. Monstrous Love is not a sequel of Billionaire's Madness but it's only a story of Hunter knight's life.

I appreciate every read, every comment, every gem, every silent reader lurking in the shadows too 👀 Now for the exciting part… I’m officially introducing my new dark paranormal romance series: 🔥 CLAIMING HIS BRIDE — (SINFUL COLLECTION) 🔥 And trust me when I say this series is going to be sinful in every possible way. We have our favourite time of troupe; Possessive alpha males. Dangerous supernatural creatures. Dark romance. Obsession. Unhinged vampires Forbidden desires. Chaotic soulmates. A little toxicity? Maybe. A lot of tension? Absolutely. And maybe a little bit of madness It’s a collection filled with the kind of stories where love doesn’t arrive softly… it claws its way in and rui

I pressed my forehead against the cool stone and let the weight of everything crash over me. I could not continue like this. Not anymore. Every night I spent chasing ShadowKing was another night I betrayed the second chance Aunt Dolores had fought to give me. I had stolen from a lycan emperor, rebuilt myself inside these convent walls, and still I kept crawling back to the same darkness that had ruined my mother. Drake had shown me what happened when you gave everything to a creature who could fly away. My mother had loved a wolf who chose a younger mate and left her heart in pieces. I refused to become another grave marker in that story.

My pussy and ass were throbbing and leaking, but I felt happier than I had in years. “But Jamie…” Lena said quietly, kissing my forehead, “this can’t be a one-time thing. I’m going to keep fucking you. Even if it means sneaking around behind my sister’s back.” I looked up at her, heart racing. “I don’t want it to be one time either,” I admitted. Lena smiled wickedly and slid her hand between my legs again, gently rubbing my oversensitive clit. “Good. Because I’m far from finished with you tonight…”

she challenged him, her voice laced with lust. Dylan tongue trailed her ears down to her neck and she let out a moan. “You're gonna regret this decision you made, kitten. You're playing with fire and it's gonna consume you. "I'd burn just to see the flames," she whispered, her eyes locked on his, daring him to ignite the spark. Dylan growled as he slammed his lips against hers, their tongues tangled as they exchanged salivas, their passion igniting like a wildfire. “You've tested the devil himself, and you'll burn for it.” He spoke as he unzipped her shorts and pulled them down. Taking down her panties, he sniffed it and whispered, “You smell so good, kitten.”

She had a late sociology lab; I was done by one. Friday afternoons were my sanctuary. The only time the house was empty, silent, and completely mine. And I had a ritual. It started a month ago. I'd ordered my first real adult magazine online, discreetly shipped in plain packaging. 'Sinful Nights. It felt like holding contraband. This wasn't the soft-focus suggestive stuff; this was graphic, explicit, a window into a world of unapologetic lust. In our digital age, it felt strangely more intimate, more dangerous, than just pulling up a site.

BOOK 3: CHAPTER 61: Unholy Addiction “Oh my God…” she cries out, her voice loud, raw, and soaked in overwhelming pleasure. Moans spill from her lips like confessions—explicit, fevered, and uncontrollable. Lust, dark and consuming, pervades every inch of her senses, stealing her breath and reason.