Dark Lover Book Novels & Stories

I state, because I will never stop loving him. “I love you too, pretty boy. I always will.” His voice is filled with so much love and there is no denying that Nikolai and I were meant for each other. He's my love, my peace, my husband. Always and Forever. ……. I can literally feel my eyes water as I come to the end of the book. It has been a roller coaster of emotions. I wouldn’t have done this without my readers' support. Thank you all for giving me this chance and I’m so glad that you guys liked my book. It is my first time trying to write a MM book and I ended up getting your love. Mind you, this is not goodbye. Book two of the series will be released soon and the couples there will be Iri

Attention: Hey there! Just a heads up: this book contains explicit erotic content, graphic descriptions, and LGBTQ+ themes. If that's not your thing, please take care of yourself and skip it. I won't be offended! And if that's your kink, welcome aboard. Let’s have our first trip together. Hopefully, you get to love David and Salvatore the way I love them. Proceed with caution (and an open mind)! ******** "Are you upset with me? "He questioned, and I just stared at him as he hovered over me. It was dark and cold, and the only source of light was the moonlight that poured into the room through the windows like liquid milk in cocoa.

His shorts tented obviously now, his cock thickening at my proximity. He ran a hand through his damp hair, his eyes dropping to my thin tank top, where my nipples poked through the fabric. 'I found them online. After you visited last time, I couldn't stop thinking about you. It was a mistake, but... fuck, you're so beautiful.' His confession hung in the air, raw and honest. My anger twisted into hunger. I'd fantasized about older men, about crossing lines, but this? This was real. Dangerous. I glanced at the stairs, Katrina could wake any second, but the risk only made my clit pulse harder.

The mixture of lust, hunger for energy, and pleasure derived from his suffering made Nadir unable to think rationally. When he came back from the bathroom and lied down on the bed, she crept noiselessly, completely giving up on invisibility. Nadir wanted him to see her now, to want her, to feel his warm breath and touch against her skin. Nadir licked her upper lip as she approached the bed, feeling the life energy emanating from the man's aura more and more.

Masseur I bid you welcome Did you think that I would harm her? Why would I make her pay, For the sins which are yours?! Order your fine horses now! Raise up your hand to the level of your eyes! Nothing can save you now Except perhaps Christine Start a new life with me Buy his freedom with your love Refuse me, and you send your lover to his death This is the choice! This is the point of no return! The tears I might have shed for your dark fate, Grow cold and turn to tears of hate!

’’, I mumbled to myself. Finally finding the perfect book, it is an age-gap mafia and enemies to lovers romance book. There was a couch in the library, I made my way to it and started reading. I lost count of the time. Reaching my room with the book in my hand, I see Rowan standing in front of my room. I braced myself to face him. ‘’Where were you?’’, he spewed the bitter words in my face. He was fuming, for what reason?Did he look for me?

I wasn't a techie but I was up-to-date on all the latest gadgets. I shrugged mentally. It must be exclusive to The Order. Any sort of hope I had was dashed by the video. On screen I saw James in a dark room with three men. I'd never seen them before but I would recognise the white thunder shaped tattoo anywhere. The White Light.

The Dark King is choosing a wife. He only just lost his chosen mate a few years ago.. no one knows exactly what happened, but there are rumors that he went mad and killed her, himself. The man is a beast.. all he knows is death and destruction. He’s killed so many men.. including his parents and his siblings. That is why they call him the Dark King. The Dark Lycan King. “Father.. I don’t think-“ he cut me off with a glare, forcing the words right back down my throat.

Erika scrambled to her feet as the dark figure advanced, his heavy boots crunching on the splintered remains of the door. His aura filled the room, oppressive and cold, like a shadow given form. He was tall, with broad shoulders draped in a cloak as black as night, and a hood that obscured most of his face. Yet even without seeing his eyes, Erika felt the intensity of his gaze locking onto her. Tristan stepped in front of her, half-shifting into his Lycan form, claws extended, ready to attack. “Stay back,” he growled, his voice guttural and primal. “You’re not taking her.”

The bond open and flowing between us. And in the quiet moments between heartbeats, I feel something else. Deeper than love. Darker than fear. Liam's deepest terror. Not death. Not losing his pack. Not war or betrayal or any of the threats we face. Losing me. And not to Kessler. Not to battle. To my own power. To the possibility that what I'm becoming will eventually take me somewhere he can't follow. That the Dormant Luna will wake fully and the human girl he fell in love with will disappear into something ancient and untouchable.