Dark Romance Books Goodreads Novels & Stories

This place is like an escape from the constant worry and protectiveness my three brothers possess. I feel like I've been reading for an hour when in reality, it's been a lot longer. I finally lift my head from the book to notice it is dark out and it's raining. Rain taps the glass as it falls from the night sky. "Excuse me, miss." My eyes focus on the old librarian. Her grey hair is over one shoulder, her brown eyes warm as she says, "I'm sorry, but we're closing now."

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Until Rhiannon walked into that hotel room with her dead eyes and her broken wolf and her mouth. Until she looked up at me and I saw that fire. Buried deep under all the damage and the grief and the years of being treated like nothing. That fire that hadn't gone out. That stubborn, stupid, beautiful fire that refused to die even though everything around it was ash. And my wolf didn't pace. It didn't snarl. It sat down. Right there in my chest. And it purred. I hated it. I hated her for it. I hated that she made me feel something. I hated that she made me want something. I hated that after thirty-eight years of being stone cold, this woman, this broken, bleeding, beautiful woman, walked in an

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“Sees me? Or sees a broken prize to claim? You hate what they are, yet you would hand me to their prince like a peace offering. After everything you said about men like him. After watching my mother die from loving the wrong monster.” Her hand reached out and gripped my wrist with surprising strength. “Love is not what Drake gave you. Possession is not love. Temporary fire that leaves you shattered is not love. I want someone who will choose you every day, not only when it feels convenient. Someone who stays when the beast inside demands otherwise. Victor can be that man. He will not fly away when you need him most.”

“She’ll probably spend the whole holiday in here if you let her.” I walked the aisles slowly, trailing my fingers over the books. Classics. Thrillers. A whole section of contemporary romance—Mirabel’s doing, mostly. She’d started collecting them in high school, said they were “escapist but smart.” I’d never read them. Too many happy endings. Too much hope wrapped in pretty words. I pulled one down at random. Dark cover, brooding man in a suit, and title written in gold foil: Claimed by the Billionaire. I snorted softly, then slid it back.

He buried his face in the crook of her neck, his chest heaving violently against hers as the echoes of their breaths filled the vast, quiet library. Grace held him just as tightly, her heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs. In the absolute isolation of the East Wing library, under the shadow of the basalt wall, the clinical boundaries holding their marriage together had been completely reduced to ashes, leaving nothing behind but the raw, undeniable truth of the man who had built a fortress to keep her alive.

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My last picnic date with Jason ended up great as you all know. I am currently, sited on the couch, my book held up in my right hand and my hot cocoa coffee in the other. I take a sip of the coffee and kept it on the table. I once said I love reading novels but I will go ahead and say it again. Novels are great but only when it’s not dark romances. I can read any type of novel but not dark romance. Don’t get me wrong but I find dark romance annoying and very boring and sometimes disturbing too. This morning when I went to the library, I took out two novels of which one is a dark romance novel and the other is practically a vampire romance. I love vampire romance novels; by the way. Everyone h

She still marveled at the fact that she was now a mother. She looked up as Lemuel walked in, fresh from the shower in a pair of grey patterned pajamas. They smiled at each other. “You look like a tempting dinner.” he said. She giggled and he joined her on the bed, pulling her into his arms. “I love you Mrs. Lemuel Arnold.” “I love you too.” She responded and he sealed her lips with a passionate kiss. THE END: Guys, please leave an honest review. .It will help the book grow and get more readers and help me as an author. Thanks(◍•ᴗ•◍)❤🙂.