Dark Romace Novels & Stories

Mafia books on this platform: Take me I'm yours ( stalker romance) His secret wife (Marriage of convience) Werewolf books on this platform: The royally screwed Luna The royally screwed queen The royally screwed princess The royally screwed rogue Dark romance on this platform: Let me go ( Stalker romance) Coming July 2024 Kind regards Tema G.M Your favorite author *Heart*

_______ This Book is DARK BULLY ROMANCE with themes like Revenge, bully, húmiliation, reverse harem, MMMF, MF, and dúbious cónsent. A. Gupta

Dark romance is not for the faint of heart. It’s love dressed in shadows—seductive, savage, and unforgiving. It doesn’t bloom in sunlight but thrives in obsessions, in secrets whispered at midnight, in bruised skin and broken vows. It is a battlefield where hearts are used as weapons, where pleasure walks hand in hand with pain, and danger is the price of desire. He’s the villain in a tailored suit. The monster hiding behind a beautiful face, The man who kisses you like salvation and punishes you like sin.

I asked closing the crack from the window and coming to massage her shoulders, hoping she’ll be smart. “The Estela i know doesn’t back down from one failed attempt” I whispered into her ear watching her visibly shudder below me. “Yes well… I believe you’re right. Prepare the girl. I won’t be taking blood from her cunt this time.” ─❈─ AURELIA ─❈─ My pulse went wild with jittery anticipation as Romano slammed his mouth over mine, possessing me. His smell so different from Rafaele, invading me. Pain in the middle of my thighs forgotten, replaced with a weird sensation, I allowed myself to melt into him. The darkness and all making everything even more mad and forbidden.

But colder. Marble floors. Black silk curtains. A four-poster bed with blood-red sheets. And a single glass of dark liquor waiting on the bedside table. There were no flowers. No champagne. No welcome. Just Dante. He stood near the window, back to me, jacket now off, shirt sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms inked in sharp, sprawling tattoos. The kind of ink that told stories you weren’t allowed to ask about. I didn’t speak. Neither did he. He turned slowly, glass in hand, eyes traveling down the length of me. Not with desire. Not even curiosity. It was more like an evaluation.

Though they were still beautiful, there's something about them that makes your blood run cold at first glance, something that makes them look dark and ominous. Dark magic and plotting evil does that to a werewolf. ‎ ‎Anita laughter carries across the battlefield, cruel and melodic. “Is this the mighty army of the Lycan Kingdom?” she called out, her voice echoing unnaturally. “How disappointing. How pathetic. I came here to enjoy a show! This cannot be it!” ‎ ‎The soldiers stiffen. Even the rogues fall silent, bowing their heads as she passes. ‎ ‎My blood goes cold. ‎

⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING & DISCLAIMER This is a dark mafia romance with morally gray characters, explicit content, and unfiltered emotional intensity. If you’re uncomfortable with dominance, manipulation, violence, psychological tension, or non-traditional relationship dynamics, this book may not be for you. Married to the Monster explores themes of power, control, lust, betrayal, and obsession. The characters are flawed, dangerous, and unpredictable—and that’s exactly the point. This story contains: Explicit Erotica – No fade-to-black. High heat, raw passion, graphic intimacy.

That's not what I mean. “As the lady commands. I’ll have to fuck this tight wetness into cumness.” Shameless! Utterly shameless! My pussy is ravaged to the core, but all I feel is sore bliss. “Mine! Say you’re mine, Lucy.” The beast demands as he slowly pulls out the little dragon, making me feel empty. “No! Deeper… I’m all yours, Lord Dexter. Please go deeper. I’m all yours.” I concur, not caring about my image. Then he plunges in hard, fast, and deep enough to make me see stars.

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

And that was when I collapsed into the pit of darkness. Lorenzo sat staring at his prey, his gaze so focused, he didn't hear the sound of the car moving, taking him away from this part of town, the place that belonged to his prey, a woman named Amelia Stone. And she was the course of all the destructive things that had happened in his life. Within less than twenty-four hours, his world had completely turned upside down. He was so hurt inside, he became numb. Initially, there was so much pain, like a fire taking place inside his heart. He couldn't stop the tears from flowing until there was nothing left inside him.