Dark Romance Books Like Haunting Adeline Novels & Stories

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

Not yet. I turned onto my side, eyes landing on my nightstand. The book I’d finished last two weeks still sat there—Haunting Adeline. It had been a ride, to say the least. Dark, twisted, and completely unhinged. I grabbed the book and traced the cover absentmindedly, my mind still spinning from the way it had ended. And Zade? God. That man was insane, but in the best way. I couldn't even count how many times I had to pause and process the things he said.

Each day, I inch closer to reclaiming the independence I had lost in the whirlwind of our entangled lives. But the shadow of Adrian’s rival still looms large. The fallout from the scandal is a spectacle, and I can’t help but watch as the media unravels the sordid details. It’s fascinating and horrifying, a reminder of how deeply rooted the corruption is in our industry. I sip my coffee, scrolling through headlines, noting the subtle ways Adrian’s name flutters through the articles, like a ghost that refuses to be laid to rest.

He wouldn’t, would he? “The book that he gave me, he said it’s dark romance and I would like it, but there’s no romance. It’s only dark” she started. “Who does that? He stalked her for years and she finally agreed to have a date. But just before they could get intimate, she died because of mould infestation in her apartment. That’s the most rubbish ending I’ve ever read. I didn’t sleep for two days to finish that book, Steffan,” she explained in between sobs while still buried on my chest. “Oh honey,” I let out a breath while hugging her tighter. “Oh honey, you almost gave me a heart attack. I thought something happened to you,” I rubbed her back while kissing her head trying to calm her dow

Anne shot back, deadpan. "Let's go, Katy," Aureliano said, tugging on my hand. "We're clearly third wheels here." I let him pull me away as Anne and Victor's bickering melted into the crowd noise. They were messed up—intensely so—but there was something kind of beautiful about it too. Raw. Obsessive. Devoted. The kind of thing that either ruins you or saves you depending on the day. Maybe both. "Let's get out of here, honey," I whispered, kissing his cheek.

A ghost story. The tale is that centuries ago, a human seer named Celeste mated with a lycan king, Theron. She birthed the first hybrid, a girl named Elara. Their love was cut short by a jealous Beta named Kael. He used dark magic to brutally kill all three of them. As she was dying, wounded and heartbroken, Celeste cursed his entire bloodline. The words are still recited: 'With this final gaze, I condemn you, betrayer.

Sophia, who had been guarding door with list, said: "Little queen, old law says if Starlight Queen dream-walks to hollow, she must have anchor. Bond anchor. So blood cannot take. Adrian must anchor." Adrian nodded, took Elena's hands, frost and light mixing, steam, bond singing. "I anchor," he said. "You walk. If blood takes, I pull. If rot takes, I burn." Elena lay on cloud-ice bed that glowed gold-white, Adrian hands in hers, and closed eyes, crown of constellations bright, thinking of love, not anger. Dream-walk — like falling through ice, but warm, because Starlight.

Milady, I know you don't know me and probably will never know me or hear from me after this, but there is something you need to know. My name is Scarlet and I am a bar wench down by the taverns. Your Austin talks about you often, and I know many things about you. The reason I do is because he has slept with me time and again while he was looking for you and assumed you never wanted to see him again. He has no intention of telling you any of this for fear that you will never trust him again. I hope you get all that you deserve, milady. Scarlet

I slam my mental walls shut…he clearly needs time to chill…and I needed the space to breathe. This was the torment I had been dealing with ever since I met Adeline in my literature class a week ago. Dax had been making my life a living hell with his relentless demands to mate and mark her. Heck, I couldn't even remember how many times he had forced me to run to her window under the cover of night….just to be close enough to inhale that intoxicating scent of hers…. It was the only thing keeping him sane…that…and a brutal spar with some of the pack warriors.

“I hate that you’re the only thing I can see. I hate that I call you ‘Dad’ in front of her while I’m dying to touch you like this. Even when Hunter touches me, I’m still reaching for your ghost. You’ve ruined everything. I’m empty, Dave. There’s nothing left of me that isn’t yours.” I moved my hand up, my fingers trembling as they traced the hard line of his jaw, then moved to the corner of his mouth. “Please,” I breathed, tilting my head back, my eyes still closed as I sought the heat of his skin. “Just for a second, pretend I’m the one you chose. Tell me I’m not crazy for wanting to die every time you touch her.” I pressed my lips to the side of his neck, a soft, desperate graze. He smelle