Dark Historical Romance Novels & Stories

“To make me something I’m not?” Her chest burned with anger, humiliation, and heartbreak. “I regret marrying you,” she said before she could stop herself. Daniel gave a soft laugh that didn’t reach his eyes. “Join the club.” She could barely see through the rush of shock. “You’re disgusting.” “I’ve wasted enough of my time on you. Just get out of my car.” He reached into his breast pocket, pulled out a sleek, black credit card, and threw it onto her lap. “Get whatever you want. I’ll be back in three hours.”

His eyes burned into mine, black voids of hunger, of something darker, something ancient. “You’re mine,” he whispered, and his voice, dark and twisted, clawed into my chest, making my heart race, each beat louder than the last. “Forever.” I tried to turn away, to escape, but his grip was vice-like, pulling me back into his embrace. His lips found mine again, this time harder, more desperate, as though he was starved, as though he had been waiting for this moment for an eternity. And I—I—was the feast.

Here I was rejoicing that my husband was finally back after almost 4 months of being away, fighting a war at the Pack borders, and now this? He moved fast, looking so desperate. “I didn’t mean to hurt you; it was a mistake...” “A mistake? "It wasn’t a mistake when you were sleeping with me, or was it?” Calistra was very angry, and even though her voice was low, we heard her clearly. Lucien gritted his teeth, “It shouldn’t have happened, Calistra; we were both drunk that night.” Lucien growled. His jaw was tightly clenched. He turned back to me urgently, grabbing my face between his palms.

“Haven’t taken anything? Matteo, my Matteo, was mine! And you—you’re trying to claim him, just like she did.” I stared at her, confusion twisting in my mind. “Claim him? What are you talking about? I have no connection to Matteo beyond—” I stopped, realizing she wasn’t talking about now. This was about her past. Elena smirked at my silence. “You don’t even know what kind of man you’re dealing with, do you? Matteo and I... we had everything. Danger, passion, loyalty—it was all ours.” She moved closer, her tone softening as she sank into the memories.

He requested, and at that moment, unable to see him upset, I just kissed him. Our kiss began gently, filled with love, but soon it intensified, becoming wild and passionate, as always. I straddled him, sitting on his lap, while he bit my lips and drank my blood, his eyes glowing. I adored the golden hue of his eyes. His hands explored beneath my dress, causing me to moan as he squeezed my bare buttocks. As he nibbled on the sweetest spot on my neck, my core throbbed, and my entire body burned with profound desires.

The couple were struck speechless, their minds racing with a thousand thoughts. Liam had always known that his family had a dark history, but he never imagined that it would be something as horrific as this. He felt like his entire world had been turned upside down. The elderly Lycan, sensing their shock, placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. Her touch was gentle, but it felt like it was burning a hole through his skin. He could feel the weight of her words sinking in, and he struggled to process the enormity of what she had just revealed.

“Then you need to figure it out. And fast. How do you think the pack will react to this? They’re already protesting this marriage.” “You don’t need to remind me,” I grit out, pain lancing through me. “Or ever. I’m your Alpha. Do not forget that.” Dominic’s expression hardens. “How could I forget?” he says bitterly. His footsteps echo in the dimly lit corridor as he retreats, leaving me to heal. Alone. I’m left in the suffocating darkness of the basement. The air hangs heavy with tension, thick with the weight of unspoken words and unresolved emotions. My heart aches with the knowledge of what was done, of the rift I have created between us.

The Nouveau-Riche Romance Chapter twenty-nine The brightness of the day filtered into the room. Illuminating it with its soft glow. The illumination was just enough to rouse Joan from sleep. Her body felt relaxed, she felt mellow really. It felt like she was coming down from a drug high. No, it was a sex high. Sex? Sex... Joan abruptly opens her eyes as she remembered the events of the previous night. She had sex with Asher. Now that she thought about it it was a crazy night and she wouldn't believe it if she hadn't experienced it.

"That, Adam's words prove to be a curse for me until now." Yara clenched her fists that were under the table. She remembers the words of Adam, her first love and first ex boyfriend in high school when they broke up. "I swear you won't be able to date forever. Anyway, you won't be able to get married until you can see me on the aisle."

======================= If the color of her dress for her coronation was red, now it was the color of black, as black as charcoal, but it suited perfectly for her skin color, especially her white hair, it was a beautiful contrast that it made and the servants didn’t stop with their praise to her. “You look so stunningly beautiful my queen,” she gushed. Mila was very upset to be woken up for her wedding day, but after she saw herself in the mirror and how beautiful she looked, she agreed with the other servants that she was indeed beautiful. She looked stunning in this dress and she was happy that she was wearing this dreess for her wedding. The wedding for the vampires allowed the bride to w