Dark Love Stories Novels & Stories

Linda refused to discuss divorce under any circumstances. She started calling and texting me daily, just like back when we were deeply in love. She shared every little detail of her life, and on several occasions, she even called me late at night from different phone numbers. She claimed to have turned a new leaf, shedding tears during our conversations, expressing regret for her past decisions, and reminiscing about our shared history. After hanging up on her, Melvin contacted me. He sounded somewhat pleased, saying, "Lewis, she broke up with me, stating that she wants to focus on pursuing you. Now she's at the office, gazing at your photos every day, hopelessly in love with you."

LEMUEL’S WORDS INTRIGUED Michael and he paid rapt attention to him. “Consider me a schoolboy right now.” He said lightly, eliciting a slight chuckle from him. “Well, here we go. One day two young women decided to play a dark supernatural game called the last dare.” “Hmm.” “Yeah. So in this game, they must give each other a life-changing dare.” “That is reckless.” “I agree. One’s dare was to frame a guy for pregnancy and follow it through to the end.”

As they pulled away, their foreheads rested against each other, and Luka whispered, "Together, we've faced darkness, and together, we'll find our way back to the light." And so, their love story continued, a symphony of passion and sacrifice, woven with threads of loyalty and desire. Luka and Light were two souls bound by an unbreakable bond, driven by a shared purpose and a love that could withstand even the most formidable trials. In their hearts, they knew that their journey was far from over, and whatever challenges lay ahead, they would face them side by side, as partners in both love and revolution. Amidst the tapestry of life's intricate threads, some stories unfold with a complexity

Dylan's lips twitched into a mischievous smile, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. “Good,” He said, his voice low and husky as he teased her earlobes. “Because you're not getting out.” With that statement, he crashed his lips against hers while their body grinded, the friction between them building tension. Each touch sent something primal, something dark with arousal lingering in the air, their movements a dance of desire and need. Brittany's hand remained trapped in the handcuffs while her lips remained captured in that of Dylan's. He let out a low grumble as he fondled her body, his touch sending a spark of electricity through her.

“I want your complicated. I want to see why when you’re around it’s a book I need to read. You told me even the wicked deserved love, and it made me feel something. But when you kissed me, you lingered on me even when you walked away.” He began to rub my arms, causing a tingling feeling inside me. He moved his hand over to my neck as he pushed my hair aside. Where his breath hit my neck it made the hairs stand up. “Talon don’t do this to yourself. You will find yourself in an everlasting cycle of not knowing what’s coming. I almost got you killed.” He bent down and kissed the crease of my neck. “I can handle it, and I sure as hell can handle you.” My body took control and betrayed me again a

she began. It was a childhood tale that was spread through the seven seas, even he had heard some parts about it, but somehow as she spoke, it suddenly didn't felt like a myth anymore, her voice had such calmness and serenity that he could envision himself existing inside her tale. "He will spread Darkness. Evil. Fear, and hence his name is Herak, only her death would put him in a night of eternal sleep. Ara. His fated love would send him to a deep sleep that would last for another thousand years, then they would be reborn only for the same fate to repeat, it can't be stopped!" The woman spoke, her voice drenched in finality.

he repeated while kissing my neck. "You lie about loving me," I said, he angrily looks at me before speaking. " you can't even imagine how much I love you, elina" and then he kissed me on the lips, running his tongue inside my mouth, I grip his shirt's collar pulling him more closer, our tongue was dancing in perfect rhythm, his hands were squeezing my hips, He lifts me from the floor without breaking the kiss I put my legs around his waist we were standing so close that even air can't pass through us.

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He's in the Viva family and he has to stay no matter what. ​Victor stares at his laptop screen blankly. His eyes emotionless. His private office dominated with novels on the shelves seems to be a void to him. Victor is the author of several best selling crime thrillers. He has been writing for over twenty years but as of lately he can't. His imagination is blocked as he can't even type on a word. He does not know what the problem is. He has taken walks around the parks. Read other books. Even lied on the cold tiles whether something good would come out of it but nothing yet. Catherine opens the door and walks in.

Then, she said, “You know what this sounds like, right?” Amelia narrowed her eyes. “Don’t say it.” Maya grinned. “Enemies to lovers.” Amelia groaned. “Maya, I swear—” “Just saying,” Maya sang. “It’s a classic trope.” “Not our trope,” Amelia shot back. Maya giggled. “We’ll see.” Amelia rolled her eyes. “Anyway,” she said, “enough about him. I have other news.” “Ooh,” Maya said. “Spill.”