Dark Historical Romance Novels & Stories

" Ximena did not dare speak. She simply pulled free from my hand and walked toward him. Suddenly, her voice echoed inside my mind. "I'm sorry, Samuel. I lied to you. The moment the soul nail was removed, I regained all my memories. But no one has ever treated me as well as you have. You restored my appearance, found my shoes, and protected me. Thank you. "But Derrick… is my real husband. I can never escape him." It turned out this was the truth. Ximena had been bought by Derrick as a child. Officially, he 'adopted' her, but in reality, she was raised to become his future wife. Derrick was a whole 12 years older than her.

"Before you ever married Xavier." I pulled my hand back, my heart stopping. "What?" "Sebastian... he didn't just take from your mom," Ronan began, his voice tight with a suppressed rage. "Years ago, I was engaged. Her name was Camilla. I loved her, or I thought I did. But Sebastian... I don't know if he wanted to prove he could take anything from the Graves family.” he paused and swallowed thickly. “So he slept with her. He seduced my fiancée weeks before the wedding just to see if he could."

It was the most terrifying thing I'd ever seen. "Welcome to the family, future Mrs. Veyron." +++++++++ A man named Marcus appeared to escort me out. As we walked through the penthouse, I heard voices from another room. A woman's laugh, sultry, confident, intimate. A door opened. A woman emerged wearing a silk robe that barely covered anything. She was beautiful in a predatory way, sharp cheekbones, perfect makeup even at this hour, long dark hair cascading over her shoulders. Her eyes found Damian. "Darling, are you coming back to bed?"

"I loved her and owned her my life so the least I could do was raise her sister..." "So she is like your first love.." I blurted out, remembering all the times Alaric's first love was mentioned. I honestly thought it was Vera. A laugh cracked out but I knew it was to cover his pain.. a poor facade. "You can say that but she is a ghost now..9 years have passed." I fell silent, I didn't know what to say. He held my face and made me stare at those dark abyssals.. his eyes locked on me. "I guess I have answered your question Sunshine... Don't I deserve a reward now.." he requested and my face blushed.

69 VIKTOR As I held her, as I claimed her, I knew she had become mine in every way that mattered. And there was no going back for either of us. We had both become creatures of darkness, but we had found something in each other that neither of us had ever expected. Love. But love had no place in our world. We had crossed the point of no return. And now, we were both trapped in this abyss, together. Forever. Reigning over the global arms market with my queen. And I wouldn’t have it any other way. 70 VIKTOR Her breath was ragged against my chest, her hands pressed into me with an urgency that mirrored my own.

I repeat, though deep down, I know I just wanted to be the one to do it first. He doesn’t answer. Or chooses not to. He’s the oldest among us three. And we all know he has to be sure of what we’re sensing. His eyes change. Pupils dilate, swallowing all color. Black. Dark as the deepest night. "I just need to know," he whispers. Then he kisses her. At first, it’s barely a touch. But when Natalia’s light resurfaces and wraps around him, Roman deepens the kiss. Like he needs to absorb her, merge with her.

His anger subsided, taking a breath, “Who’s this Damien you mention? What is his connection with her?” I smirked with a scoff, “He was a vampire she had an affair with. She’s not as innocent as you may believe.” Surprise flashed across his face, which pleased me. I continued, “It is forbidden for our kind to have any contact with vampires. She wanted to be with me when we met, and she broke it off with him. He killed for her, and because of that his kind took care of him. This information should not shock her, she knew prior to losing her memory this information. Now, are you going to tell me how she lost her memory, when she should have stayed in the cage.”

“It’s… complicated.” “Complicated means hot,” she says, eyes sparkling. “It’s Damien Wolfe,” I mutter. Maya gasps so hard I’m afraid she might choke. “Mr. Penthouse?! Mr. Tall, dark, ruined-your-womb-with-a-glance Damien Wolfe?!” I groan. “You make it sound worse.” She grabs a pillow and clutches it dramatically. “Girl, you are playing with the kind of fire that burns souls. That man is a volcano in a suit.”