Novel & Cerita Dark Historical Romance

He grasped Joan's hand to walk with him when he saw Henry and his wife. "Good evening Mr. and Mrs. Dumas. It's been a while," Asher addressed Henry and Kathy Dumas. "Mr. Evans, why am I not surprised to find you here, did you come hoping to convince me again?" Henry asked with a disapproving stare. Henry Dumas is a wry old man, a tall slightly portly old man. He's also a socialite and old money with french ancestry. His wife Kathy is a tall buxom brunette, blue-eyed, and very friendly. She was as much a socialite and old money as her husband and the wrinkles on her face couldn't detract from her beauty.

"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

She was gone from him once again. His curse killed her.. His tears fell into her deathly still face The rain resumed, pounding more heavily than ever as if weeping for the two lovers that were not meant to be in this life time..... Herak memorized her beautiful features, he didn't have a long time left, he would have to... Zarabeth looked up as the book was suddenly snatched from her hands

“You ask too many questions, old man, but to quench your hunger, I will tell you. I did not take her because Volkov was ready to sell her in exchange for peace. I took her because she was unique, charming, and smart. I stole her from the cold mansion of Russia to fill my home with warmth. She is my woman, Vitalli. Not a caged bird of Volkov anymore.” Valentine finished dismissing the matter while Vitalli’s eyes shined with an unknown light. His eyes once again met the silver orbs and deduced the innocence hiding in them. His lips puckered noting the rebellious act of Don Romero of plucking the flower from other’s field silently and hiding it inside his fist rather than showing it to the worl

HIS TOUCH, HER FIRE🔥 --- Chapter Two The Warning Beneath the Suit The morning sun barely filtered through the thin curtains of Evelyn’s kitchen window, casting long strips of pale gold across the old wood floor. She stood barefoot on the chilled boards, coffee in hand, hair unbrushed, shirt borrowed from her late father—faded red plaid hanging off one shoulder—and tried to ignore the storm rising in her gut. Last night’s encounter with Damien Romano had not just left her rattled; it had torn something loose inside her. Something dangerous. The man had stepped onto her land like he belonged, like the dirt itself bent beneath his polished shoes, and then he’d spoken with a calm so soaked in a

Scotch burned trail gold, obsidian devouring every swallow, power humming balanced edge. Night deepened, bodies orbiting with no collision, but collision was inevitable. His hand ghosted spine trace absent—shiver traitorous. "Sleep," he ordered, soft menace, pulling me into the lounge plush without resistance. No fuck tonight—torture purer, proximity dominance submission unspoken. Dreams twisted Rourke's snap, Darius's grin fading peace, Kenji's obsidian guarding shadows. Blood ties bound us, visceral, dark romance, an empire forged in violence and want.

He retrieved the novel and red the title out loud. “Forcefully Wedded, ruthlessly loved by the Billionaire Mafia.” “What type of book is this, is it about naked people?” He teased, he was referring to the barely dressed couples on the cover page who looked like they were actually having sex. “It’s a dark romance.” I said shyly. “How dark is it?” He asked. “Oh! The Male lead is unhinged and a total red flag. He reminds me of you.” “So I am unhinged and a total red flag?” He asked, leaning towards me.

I could never see myself falling for a man like him. “Why so formal Mason?” The blonde revealed her perfect set of white teeth as she walked ahead to give Mason a tight hug. Mason reciprocated the hug and that made me know that these two weren't just anyone's. She even placed a kiss close to his lips and Mason didn't find it weird nor stopped her. But who was I kidding, he was a manwhore after all. If he could cheat on me while being married to me, I shouldn't be surprised if these two had history together.

As darkness edged her vision, she saw Darius emerge from the trees, smiling coldly, Time to collect my virgin prize. Marcus lunged, but a heavy blow knocked him down, The last thing Pera hear d was his furious scream of her name before everything went black.