Dark Historical Romance Novels & Stories

I didn’t believe in fate; I didn’t believe in love. I always thought that I would never fall in love, especially with someone powerful; Rich. Yet fate and love fucked me in the face and I opened my eyes. I just want to enjoy my life; every moment; every second. One evening, one meeting, and my whole life will change. My job, my friends, my family, everything will change for me. Between love, betrayal, relationship, friendship, work, and family, will Nicolette Gray come out of this story happy, or will she fade away?

“She won’t be back till 6:00 pm.” He pulled her close to his chest again, his head lowering to the side of her neck. She could feel his breath, hot against her skin and it excited her, hinting at what he wanted. She wanted it too. “We’re married. So I’m sure it’s not a sin if I make love to my wife in her father’s house.” He mumbled against the skin of her neck. “I don’t think it is.” she whispered, her body heating up. And moments later, they were naked, moaning as they moved passionately against each other in her room, on her bed.

Her Dark Past (Love in shackles) Chapter 1 LILIANA's POV, "Please don't do this to me," I screamed as his huge hand got under my skirt, I shivered in fear, I hated his touch yet I loved it when he touched me. "See you are mine…" Damon spat angrily “I can use you any way I like, I brought you with my money so don't dare try to dictate to me,” he said with gritted teeth "Damon!" I screamed as his hands caressed my skin and I spat on his face.

Roses, a white dress, the guests, the sunshine: it all felt so vivid, yet so surreal. His gaze landed on the empty spot where the bridesmaid should have been, and it all clicked why that seat was unoccupied. Natalie was gone. She was gone forever. She had taken her life. She had done that with his unborn child when she leapt from the 18th floor. It was all because he tampered with her medicine, because he dared her to prove her true love, and because of his whispered lies of forever and always. He did everything to win her heart.

Rosa’s breathing turned uneven, her chest rising and falling against his—not from desire, but from the storm of emotions raging inside her. All the bitter memories from five years ago came rushing back, sharp and suffocating. The accusations. The silence. The way no one had believed her. Not even him. Not even the man she had loved with all her heart. “You want this,” he whispered darkly. “And don’t you dare deny you enjoyed every single second of it. Your moans and the way you screamed my name are all the proof I need.” He dragged his lips up from her jaw to the corner of her mouth, leaving a trail of damp, lingering kisses against her skin. He stopped just a fraction of an inch from her li

“Let him come. Let him burn half the city looking for me.” He stepped closer to the window, his icy gaze fixed on the skyline. “I want him desperate. I want him angry. That’s when men like Nicholas Kane make mistakes.” Pausing, his lips curled into a smirk. “And when he does…I’ll be waiting.” Because this wasn’t just about revenge anymore. It was about legacy. And Adrian Grey intended to carve his name into the bones of every man Nicholas loved. Starting with Nicholas himself. Nicholas arrived at the crime scene, his black car pulling to a smooth stop. The place reeked of blood and gunpowder — the aftermath of war. His men stood around, tense, silent, waiting.

Or will destiny spell out another option? Midnight Kiss Genre: Historical Romance/Curvy Romance TAGLINE: The dark temptation of his embrace compromised her, but could she trust a scoundrel with her heart?

I wiped my tears, I will not let my heart live again, I will not yearn for his forgiveness, I have his hatred and this is the only way I could pay for what I did. "This is the only way I can redeem myself from killing my sister". *** This book is dark. The male lead is bad and will do much more bad things. And I know you feel like the fl is pathetic and weak but there are reasons. Don't give up, you won't regret it. Tropes: Character Development Love Non-consensual intimacy Drama Erotica There is a lot more to come, so stay tuned and keep on supporting me. Thank you Love Pia

My love for him. Dawson’s island, the explosion, the final, terrifying gambit… Taking the title of Don wasn't about power. It was the only shield big enough to protect Valerie, to protect the fragile chance we had. To protect *him*. My father’s deal, the horrifying truth about my adoption, the key burning a hole in our existence… the ghosts of Ace’s past – his father plummeting from a skyscraper, his mother’s assault witnessed by a child locked away, the locked-in syndrome horror… It’s a tapestry woven with trauma and blood. Our dark romance isn't candlelit dinners; it’s shared nightmares, silent understandings in the dead of night, the constant vigilance, the fierce, possessive love that bl

I refused to become another grave marker in that story. Victor. The name floated up like a quiet anchor. He was my old crush from before the supernatural storm swallowed my life. Tall, steady, hazel eyes that once made my stomach flutter in a classroom far simpler than this. Aunt Dolores wanted him for me. He was a lycan prince. He represented an exit from this suffocating cycle of guilt and secret touches in hidden corners. If I kept feeding this addiction with ShadowKing, Jax would eventually come. He would tear through these walls looking for his money and his naughty little nun. But even if he did, Aunt Dolores would never let him near me. She hated everything he stood for. He was cold a