Dark Romance Authors Novels & Stories

Also for the people who haven't understood. This is a dark romance so there will be the dark concept. And you already know I don't do injustice with my characters so don't worry once asshole can't be a forever asshole in my book at least so yeah. I will also put a disclaimer soon.

Fuck You and All of Your Bullshits / Dark Pretenses ( Clara Summers & Dean ) | GoodNovel 2. Prince Not-So Charming ( William & Kate ) 3. Not So Plain Jane ( Steven Summers & Jane Austin ) 4. Irresistible Duology: Simply Irresistible ( Autumn & Phraser ) | Radish Fiction 5. Dark Deception ( Declan Summers & Ma Qingshan ) 6. Dark Betrayal ( Thornton Summers & Ava Smith ) 7. Mr. Fiction ( Julie & Remliel ) ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

“I told you. Anyway, congratulations again. You got married fast.” “Yeah, I did.” “And I’ve seen the guy. He’s really hot. Isn’t he the owner of Men’s Aura? Where did you find him?” Inara shrugged but said nothing. “You never tell me anything. I’m happy for you anyway.” “Thanks Alex.” “You’re welcome. What about Amara?” “She’s with someone else, I’m sorry.” “What?” “You should have told her yourself.” Alex was immobile for a moment, disappointed. “She did like you though.”

Austin is a nice guy. No, really, an actual nice guy, not just one of those horrible nice guys. After a messy conversation about his best friend Shay's most recent breakup, things are awkward between the two friends as a huge thunderstorm hits and the power goes out. This story is part of the When The Lights Go Out universe. These stories do not need to be read in any particular order; they all revolve around the same event, but are stand alone pieces. ** You know that one girl?

Angel Caierre folded his glowing arms over his tiny chest. “Cute?” Spiky-Horn Caierre barked out a laugh that sounded like metal scraping stone. “Nothing about this is cute. This is a disaster, a cosmic tragedy. A romance doomed from the start and he is way too dumb to realize it.” “I am not dumb!” Caierre snapped. “Sweetheart, you literally asked if ‘I can’t deny you’ was a confession. That’s like the most romantic line ever. Even babies understand that.” Angel Caierre pointed a tiny glowing finger at him.

I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews. Most of my stories were about older women with guys my age and Miss Ross had been the inspiration for many of them. Most of my female leads had the same long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect full lips as my favorite English teacher. Yes Miss Ross had been the nasty little cougar in my mind and in print many times over the last few months. Shit, I'd even joined her writing discussion group because it met every other Sunday at her house.

“Just act normal, okay?” I place my hand on the poor man’s chest. “I…” The door opens without warning and hovering by the door is Damien. Tall and brooding, he’s in a pair of pajama slacks and a shirt. His eyes, the silent command of sin. Scent as intoxicating as I remember. Spicy. Hot. And hard like his cock wrecking my pussy whenever he sticks it in. Without thinking, I grip Nate and seal my lips with his. My eyes shut, I try not to see the awkward expression on Nate’s face, try not to gag.

I begin to move, a slow, steady rhythm, building a fire that will consume us both, and I whisper against her lips, "Forever, Seraphina. You are mine. Forever." She does not answer with words, but her body answers for her, rising to meet me, her legs wrapping around my waist, her nails digging into my back, her mouth finding mine in a kiss that is more battle than caress, more surrender than victory, and we move together, two wolves locked in an eternal dance, and I know that this is only the beginning, that there will be pain and blood and tears, that there will be war and loss and grief, but there will also be this, this moment, this connection, this bond that cannot be broken, and as I fee

The cliffside mansion rose like something out of a dark romance novel, all glass and stone overlooking the crashing waves. I arrived at exactly 11 PM, my heart hammering as I clutched my portfolio. My name is Nova Ellis — twenty-four, unpublished romance writer with a drawer full of very spicy manuscripts I’d never shown anyone. Damien Cross opened the door himself. At thirty-six, he was even more striking in person — tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp cheekbones, tousled dark hair, and piercing steel-gray eyes that seemed to strip me bare with one look.

He would wake me up to take pills. Then after that, I'd be out again. The moment I opened my eyes, it was already dark. Surprisingly I was shivering in bed. “Elias?” “It's so fucking cold.” I groaned. My eyes watched Damien. He began to move around, closing all the windows. But it didn't help. The next second, he slid into bed with me. A soft purr left my lips when he drew me to him. He wrapped his arms around me. Why was he being so sweet with me?