Dark Lady Novel Novels & Stories

The penthouse suite overlooking the Los Angeles skyline was dimly lit, heavy curtains drawn against the afternoon sun. Don Salvador sat in a leather armchair, a glass of aged scotch in hand, his silver hair slicked back, eyes sharp as ever. The door opened without a knock. Francesca stepped in, long dark hair cascading over a red silk dress that hugged every curve, lips painted blood-red, heels clicking like gunfire on the marble floor. She was Mr. Blackwood’s mistress of three years, the secret kept tucked away from Georgia and the perfect family facade. But she was so much more than that. She was Salvador’s weapon.

Long milky blonde hair with a pair red-violet eyes that can drown you into a bottomless pit, reddish lips, and a milky white complexion. This is not me! Clearly, not Nina Facelo! And like a flashback. My whole life before I came here, started flowing. From school, going to a nearby book store to buy the most awaited book that my friends recommended to me. Me, trying to be a hero and ended up dying in a dark alley of the second street. Illuminating Darkness! That’s the title! Yan dapat ang librong babasahin ko. I didn't sleep peacefully. I died young! And to add salt in to the wounds. I am now in the body of the most wicked Dame in Kingdom! The suspected villainess of the famous fantasy nove

Daniel carefully picked up the necklace and examined it. "What just happened?" He voiced out his thoughts before inadvertently pressing the W symbol on the ball of the necklace. A rattling sound was heard within the ball and it split into two,revealing a small piece of folded paper within. "Wow." Annabelle's eyes was wide at this point. "This day just keeps getting weirder and weirder." Daniel muttered and unfolded the piece of paper. It was quite old and contained words written with skyblue-colored ink. The words were thus: 'Luke the immortal.But not the invincible. Above all but vulnerable to one. One poison deadlier than the other. Werewolf venom triumphs over vampire virus.The might of

The Lonely Eyes was finally inscribed as the title of the novel. Yuki Carter is the famous writer that even Dahlia liked her writing. But it’s been a while since her top one t best-seller novel published and her new books was underrated. She couldn’t even be part of the List of Best-seller author. Until she asked a favor to her brother Kai Carter, to buy a specific place where she maybe can write well, the Ofemia Milktea Shop. Kai Carter is a Mafia boss and without knowing he is the Grand Alpha of the existing werewolves. Getting the Milktea Shop is just snapping his finger to grant his adopted sister wish.

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.

She bit his lower lip until he growled. But she still left. She needed answers — not orgasms. An hour later, back at the Red Parlor… “Vivienne Cross had power over him,” the Madam purred as she poured Lydia a crimson drink. Lydia: “And what happened when she used it?” Madam: “She bled. In every way that mattered.” Lydia’s throat burned as the liquid went down. Not wine. Something else. She stood too fast. The room tilted. Voices swirled.

“You killed dozens, yet you hide in the dark with a rock. What happened to the ruthless Delinda Dickson?” A sane person will shudder from the intensity of Delinda’s glare. Lydia is different: she boasts the ferociousness of a wolf and the insight of a hawk. “Eat,” Lydia sets the tray at Delinda’s side. “I’ve killed thirty-four people and counting. Or didn’t you hear the guard refer to me as ‘Godmother?” Delinda lunges. Lydia moves swiftly, curbed with the precision of a fighter. One clean strike to Delinda’s throat sends her crashing backwards, choking.

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

A visible wave of pure, concentrated thermal heat—so hot that the concrete walls began to liquefy into molten glass—rippled from her palms. With a deafening roar of tearing metal, the secure vault doors didn't just unlock; they were violently blown off their hinges, the reinforced titanium panels melting into liquid slag as Clara stepped across the threshold, her white silk robe billowing around her like a shroud of pure flame. She sprinted up the ruined stone steps, entering the shattered remains of the grand living room. The floor-to-ceiling glass windows were entirely gone, the freezing tropical storm screaming through the space. Out on the ruined terrace, five of the largest Lycan elders

Warning: Explicit sexual content, group sex, extremely rough sex, BDSM elements, consensual intense experience. 18+ only. All characters are adults. "OH GOD! OH FUCK! DAMIEN!" Serah's scream echoed through the penthouse suite, raw and primal, as Damien's massive cock hit a spot inside her that shouldn't exist.....a depth that defied anatomy, a place that made her see actual stars bursting behind her clenched eyelids.