Dark Romance Book Box Novels & Stories

I stood from the bed, my nightie falling above my knees, grabbing the glass of Bourbon and pouring some in the glass. "You think that after that conference people will forget about what happened in Mexico and what's happening to your father right now?" Lucas scoffed from my bed, shook his head and stood to open the balcony window. The cold air entered the room and immediately, my nipples hardened. Lucas took something out of his pocket. I realized that it was a pack of cigarettes. He took a stick with his lips and fished for a lighter from the same pocket. "Do you mind?" I could only shrug. So he lit it and blew the smoke away from the room and towards the cold air of the night.

“Look at you… all grown up and so pretty. In another life, I would’ve asked for you to be my sister.” I sighed again, already exhausted by whatever this was. “What is it, Garrett?” “Tada!” he said suddenly, pulling a box from behind his back with a dramatic flourish. My eyes narrowed. “What is that?” “Your birthday was yesterday, right?” he asked, smiling. I sighed and slapped my hand against my forehead. “My birthday was two days ago, Garrett.” “Ohhh, ohh, sorry about that. I totally forgot…” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Anyway, won’t you take this gift from me? It’s quite expensive, you see?”

**Trigger warnings for this book: this is a dark romance werewolf story containing gaslighting, dub-con, assault, rape, violence, bondage, in a Reverse Harem scenario, involving bxg and bxb group sex scenes. There is a chapter separately marked with a trigger warning that features a pregnancy loss.** The River House, The Day After the Funeral

He grumbled and disappeared from my field of vision. I stayed where I was and stared at the box in my lap. So I would really do it, face the monsters from my nightmares in person and make sure those monsters could never ruin a little girl's life again. Not by finally getting my vengeance that I had longed for for so many years, but I would see that they were locked away for the rest of their lives. At least that was what I owed my parents. And who could say that exactly, maybe I was lucky and that would be enough to finally free myself from the dark memories of my past.

His hand stopped its lazy exploration of my breast. “N-no,” I stuttered, afraid I had offended him. In one smooth motion, he rolled me onto my back and settled between my spread thighs, caging me beneath his powerful body. His dark eyes burned into mine with raw intensity. “Then why don’t I show you that you are mine… and no one else’s.” --- He didn’t wait for my answer. Lord Blackwood kissed me deeply, claiming my mouth as he positioned himself at my entrance. I was still sore from last night, but the moment his thick cock pushed inside me in one long, slow stroke, pleasure overrode the ache.

Edward handled most of them while I restocked shelves and learned the layout. Around two, a woman came in looking for a specific dark romance. "Do you have anything like Butcher & Blackbird?" she asked. "I just finished it and I need something similar." Edward looked at me. "Maliya?" I stepped forward. "Have you read Haunting Adeline? Or the Broken Bride series? They've got similar dark romance vibes with morally gray love interests." Her face lit up. "I haven't read either of those. Where are they?" I led her to the romance section, pulled both books, gave her quick summaries.

Soon the hall was empty except for us. The door clicked shut. Damon locked it. In three strides he was on me, backing me against the large oak desk at the front of the room. His hand fisted my hair, yanking my head back as his mouth hovered inches from mine. “If we’re doing this,” he growled, breathing hot against my lips, “we do it right. No feelings. No bullshit romance. Just fucking until it burns out. You understand?” I hated how much his words turned me on.

The night just fell making the whole room turned darker as Damon already broke the lamps but the moans of pleasure and growls of satisfaction filled the darkroom with only the proof of a big bad alpha. Damon knight claiming his only precious possession as his. But not as a possession but as his love. His first and last love. Damon fell on her sweaty body as they both ride their pleasure and came to an end. His face was dug deep inside her crook. The effect of drug turned off and his body started to get tired. But his heart still wanted to have her again and again. Moving away he stared at her face as her breathing was calmer than before. She opened her tired eyes and stared in his dark gaze

He planted a soft kiss on my knuckles, bringing a smile to my face. “Sure, Mr vampire.” We relished the delicious meal, talked and exchanged loving glances. The atmosphere filled with an air of contentment and happiness. As dessert arrived, Jonathan presented a small box adorned with a satin ribbon and placed it in front of me. My heart skipped a beat as I untied the ribbon and opened the box, revealing a delicate necklace with a pendant in the shape of a heart. “Oh, Jonathan, it’s beautiful.” I exclaimed, feeling a surge of emotions welling up inside me.

They lay in silence, hearts hammering a synchronized tattoo, skin slick and cooling. “I love you,” she said quietly. The words hit deeper than anything else. Francis shifted, reaching into the bedside drawer. Elina frowned slightly until he pulled his hand back out. He took out a small velvet box. Her breath hitched. Francis opened it. A stunning oval diamond caught the light. It was elegant and unquestionably substantial. He took her left hand.