Dark Kidnapping Romance Books Novels & Stories

6 AMIR The streets of Mexico City stretched before me like a maze, but I knew every corner, every alley. This city was mine, and soon, she would be too. My feet carried me through the busy crowd, but my mind was back in that quiet little bookshop with her. Mariana. I hadn’t meant to approach her so soon. I’d planned to stay hidden in the shadows a little longer, to let the tension build. But when I saw her today, standing there with her soft eyes and gentle smile, I couldn’t resist. She was everything I had imagined—pure, innocent, untouched by the darkness I carried with me.

Lord Zarek only threw a gaze at me but said nothing. The Lycans whispered something to each other, and part of their conversation ended with a witch hunt. It made me wonder if we were out to hunt witches. We boarded the carriage and rode off. I sat closer to Lord Korran, while Fenrik sat directly opposite me. I had a book in his hands that he was reading from. “Still reading that witch's book,” Lord Korran said. “You know I've been wondering how a Velkrin could appear without the presence of a vampire,” Fenrik said.

“I’ll walk you—” “You won’t,” Damien cut in. Lucian just laughed. “Always so territorial.” I didn’t wait around to hear more. I went back to my room, heart pounding, thoughts a mess. Damien’s POV The fire in the study burned low. The night was quiet, except for the whisper of paper as I flipped open the file. Her file. Claire Hensley. Lucian stood near the shelf, arms folded. “So who is hot fiesty chic really?”

“Oh yes… just like that. Please.” I didn’t care who heard or saw us. I didn’t care about anything but the dirty, sinful fire spreading through my veins as their hands and mouths claimed me in the dark. “Say my name,” Finn growled from behind, his rough fingers pinching my hardened nipple through my bra. “I want to hear you scream it—loud, Nova.”

The cliffside mansion rose like something out of a dark romance novel, all glass and stone overlooking the crashing waves. I arrived at exactly 11 PM, my heart hammering as I clutched my portfolio. My name is Nova Ellis — twenty-four, unpublished romance writer with a drawer full of very spicy manuscripts I’d never shown anyone. Damien Cross opened the door himself. At thirty-six, he was even more striking in person — tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp cheekbones, tousled dark hair, and piercing steel-gray eyes that seemed to strip me bare with one look.

The same shade with the man who had fucked my virginity away in a haze of lust and recklessness. My heart fell to my feet. That hit stranger was there, standing in the dining, luggage in hand, looking like sin wrapped in casual clothes. Our gazes locked—silent, electric. His eyes bored into mine, stripping me bare, promising more darkness. The air thickened. My breath stuck in my throat when panic exploded in my chest, heart slamming hard. My knees grew weak. Him? He was Damien? The one who had groaned when he felt my barrier give?

he grunted, reaching around to rub my clit. I pushed back, meeting every thrust, my second orgasm building. “Cum inside me, fill my pussy with your hot load.” He roared, his cock pulsing as he exploded, flooding me with his cum. I shattered around him, milking every drop as ecstasy consumed us. We collapsed, panting, his arms enveloping me protectively. “I love you, Kamilla. Marry me. Let's make this real.” Tears of joy pricked my eyes. The plot twist of the false positive had cleared the path, and now, with Katrina's blessing, our future shone bright.

💌✨ AUTHOR’S NOTE TO MY LOVELY READERS ✨💌 Hello, my lovely readers! 🥹❤️🌙 First of all, I just want to say a HUGE thank you to every single person who has opened Dark Tales of Midnight: A Collection of Taboo Stories and decided to take this journey with me. 🖤🌹✨

Still, the way he said it, like the words made me feel small. “Tell me, Snow,” he pressed, voice dipping lower. “What kind of books do you read?” My stomach dropped and panic fluttered in my chest. If he knew, if he even suspected. The facade I’d built so carefully for my parents would crumble to dust. He couldn’t know that behind closed doors, I consumed more dark romance and filth than any good girl should. The sound of the front door swinging open snapped the moment in half. I blinked, tearing my gaze away just in time to see my dad stride in. Relief flooded me so fast my knees almost buckled.

Trigger Warning Hello Lovely Readers, This book may contain content that might be triggering for some. It is a dark romance with degradation, BDSM that doesn’t contain consent within the dynamic (I know, not something I typically have in my book). There are many instances where consent is very dubious and there is kidnapping. Because what fun is writing dark romance without hitting those tropes? I will add to anyone worried, this one does have a HEA because I’m a sucker for that happily ever after and I couldn’t imagine not giving Cass her happy ending.