Dark Love Stories Novels & Stories

I was breathless, he always got me there. The moonlight spilled into the room and was our only way of seeing anything. The dim light was comforting and made every unexpected touch intensify. I loved the feeling of him being close to me. His words rather whispers made me feel things I never felt before. Everything about him is unique and special, I love him and I will always do. Spending time with him is all I want, I pulled him closer to me, and as he pressed my naked body, I smiled and kissed him, he opened his mouth to make the kiss, even more, deeper, as his tongue played with mine, I moaned with satisfaction.

We can't keep living like this! The beautiful memories I had with her flickered in my mind, my lips slightly open as I stared blankly at her. Getting a divorce with Elena would mean setting ablaze the beautiful moments we shared. How could I live a normal life knowing I had lost a rare gem like her? Just then, the lights turned off, and the whole mansion was plunged into darkness. “What sort of game is this?” I asked, my mind reeling in confusion. I could hear Elena whimper as she tried to find a source of light. She was afraid of the dark, just as she had explained to me that her fears found solace in the dark, and the trauma she faced while growing up seemed to haunt her whenever she was i

Our hearts overflowed with the knowledge that, through games and challenges, Dale had sought to create a memory that would forever bind us together. As we lay in each other's arms, the ring shimmering on my finger, I marveled at the depth of love and thoughtfulness that Dale had displayed. In this luxury suite, we experienced a life-altering moment, filled with surprises, laughter, and the promise of a future brimming with love and adventure. And with our hearts intertwined, we embarked on the greatest game of all—the game of love, forever entwined and utterly captivated by one another. It would be hard to move on from what had happened with Alec McCain but with the man beside me, I believed

No matter how much she wanted to. She created short stories for a living and knew just how easy it was to dive into a false world with each stroke of her keyboard. Some could refer to them as fictional creations; others may call them lies. She wanted to believe he was as good as his words and as honest as his laugh. He was a beautiful creature, and Juliet was sure she would never meet anyone like him again. They talked for hours, never moving away from each other, but stayed far enough away that their skin contact was limited to her knee against his thigh and his fingers that traced circles on her back.

he said slowly, as if explaining to a child, “that your mother’s debt is bigger than you realize. And the people she owes... they don’t just take money. They take blood. They take lives.” The room seemed to tilt, and I had to steady myself against the edge of the bed. “You’re lying,” I said, though my voice lacked conviction. “I wish I were,” he muttered, releasing my wrist. “But this marriage? It’s the only way to keep you—and her—alive.” I shook my head, my mind racing. “There has to be another way. There has to be.” “There isn’t,” he said simply. For a moment, silence hung between us, heavy and suffocating. Then I found my voice again, though it cracked with emotion. “I can’t do this, Luc

The closeness of their back to chest contact was practically stitched with gold wires, allowing for no gap to come in between them as their skin kissed each other in this heated exchange. In this way, these rough and tantalizing thrusts produced an even stronger effects, leaving the nerves in excitation. Twinkling rays of light flashed one by one before Kim's eyes. It was as if there were countless pairs of eyes looking at her with pleasure and content. Sweltering with shame andresentment, she endured with difficulty, however she couldn't help but to fall deeper and harder into the excitement that ravished her reasoning and enticed her into submission. Although, she hated the man behind her

He had been looking for the love of his life but instead, she was in the library…hooking up with his elder brother. “Finally” Dominic said as he pulled Ivy by the waist and be kissed her. “Where have you been darling? I’ve been looking all over for you”…he did with the sweetest voice ever. “I was just going through some books in the library”…she replied…trying to hide her shaky voice. “Okay love”…Dominic said as he hugged her gently and kissed her forehead. He was so calm, so sweet, and yet she was booking up with his brother. It wasn’t fair to him. Guilt tore through her chest as she hugged him back. He didn’t deserve any of this…

He didn't answer, Instead, he stood and walked to the window, parting the heavy drapes. Rain had started to fall outside, pattering softly against the glass. "Isabella was once loyal," he said at last. "But something changed, revenge, you see she was in love with me. I should have seen it coming." I suspected that. "Did you both... You kno-" "Yes," he said cutting me off. So she isn't just a love interest, but an actual lover. The thought sent a weird feeling through me... I can't possibly be jealous right?

"No no no—Paige, stay with me. Don't close your eyes, do you hear me? Keep your eyes open. Please." Then the darkness took me completely. "Paige!" His voice cracked completely. "I'm sorry, okay? I'm so sorry, just—just stay with me. Please. We're almost there, just hold on. Hold on for me, please—Paige, I swear if you don't open your eyes right now—please. Please just stay with me, don't do this—I've got you, okay? I've got you, just hold on—" His voice was the last thing I heard before the darkness swallowed me whole.

“You can’t be sad while looking at the beauty of the universe. Otherwise, I’m going to have to take your mind off things.” I snorted. “Oh yeah, like what? Tell me about black holes.” “Now that you mentioned it,” he leaned over closer, his lips and beard grazing the lobe of my ear. Suddenly, my panties were flooded with warmth and wetness. His large hand slid over my belly, to the top of my jeans, unbuttoning them. “I love black holes.”