Novel & Cerita Dark Romance Books

rise from the chair, and I walk back toward the bedroom, drawn by the pull of her presence, the magnetic force that I feel even now, even in sleep, and when I open the door and see her curled on the bed, the sheets tangled around her legs, her hair spread across the pillow like a dark halo, her lips parted slightly, her breath warm and even, I feel something shift inside me, something that I have not felt in a very long time, something that might be called tenderness, if tenderness could exist in the same body as the predator that lives in my chest, and I cross to the bed, crawling in beside her, pulling her against me, and she stirs, murmuring something in her sleep, and I press my nose to

He followed right after, burying himself deep and filling me with a low, satisfied growl. We collapsed onto the bed afterward, sweaty and wrecked. Damien pulled me against his chest, arm wrapped around me like he wasn’t letting go. “This isn’t a one-time thing,” he said quietly, fingers tracing my spine. “I want more nights like this. You under me. Moaning my name.” I looked up at him, still catching my breath. “Bossy, aren’t you?” “You like it.” He kissed me slow. “Stay the night, Ethan.” I smiled against his mouth. “Yeah. I’m staying.”

The desk, the books, the searing heat of him, it all dissolved into the oppressive, grey light of a Tuesday morning filtering through her cheap blinds. “Bloody hell…” she muttered, burying her face in the pillow. She lay there, heart hammering against her ribs, her skin slick with a fine sheen of sweat, the ghost of his touch still tingling on her lips, the echo of his groan ringing in her ears. Her chest still heaved as though she had run a mile, skin damp with sweat, lips tingling from phantom kisses. It wasn’t the first time. For weeks she had woken from near-identical dreams, each one more explicit than the last, each one starring the same man, Dr. Davis Clarke, her Literature professor.

Trigger Warning Hello Lovely Readers, This book may contain content that might be triggering for some. It is a dark romance with degradation, BDSM that doesn’t contain consent within the dynamic (I know, not something I typically have in my book). There are many instances where consent is very dubious and there is kidnapping. Because what fun is writing dark romance without hitting those tropes? I will add to anyone worried, this one does have a HEA because I’m a sucker for that happily ever after and I couldn’t imagine not giving Cass her happy ending.

In fact it was getting pretty obvious that I could do more than spank it to her, she was giving some pretty clear signals. As I sat up and clicked save on my latest Miss Ross driven story it occurred to me that I probably should get something going with Kim and give up on my stupid fantasies. I'd been watching and writing too much p**n lately. I minimized the screen on "Special" and stared at the next document which was my goofy vampire story for the group. As I read the uninspiring words I realized it could be a decent story if I tossed some hot sex in there. I doubted that Miss Ross would appreciate that though. I grinned as I thought that in any scenario I could envision she would not onl

He told me if “If you really loved him I would do anything for him and I did. He never came back. We stayed hidden in the cave behind the convent, tangled in each other with the particular desperation of two people who sense on some animal level that time is running out. He shifted between dragon and man, wings folding around us like a living shelter while he moved inside me slowly and deeply on piles of moss and shed scales that caught the light like scattered coins. I taught him human tenderness, how to kiss without his teeth drawing blood, how to hold without claws leaving marks. I fell so completely that my chest physically ached every time he looked at me. The way he whispered my name i

It was scorching like a flame and if auras could be tasted, hers would definitely be bitter. I shuddered, walking over to the first aisle to check it out. The first book that caught my attention was Blood, Pawns and Obsession. It was a dark romance by Rylie Martin. I had one of my projects on hold because I wanted to read this book and get into the head of the psychotic male lead, so I would understand him better and be able to execute my plotline to my taste. The grin on my face unconsciously widened, and I brought the book to my nose, sniffing it in.

she had tears in her eyes, "I need you to marry me and you would." "What if I say No?" She said, "You have no choice." I looked up at Zachary, "Give her the annexure." To be continued….. The journey from hatred to love. They have a long journey to pass. If you like this book. Please add this to your libraries. Tune in for more updates Till the next time With love Purva Narang (Your Author)

#Romance #Thrilling #Suspense #Action #Dramas This is going to be the best of best so don't miss any part. @Authoress Ricky Be expecting this next week readers. I love you all💓💓 Here is a blurb about the book

- she added, looking at her a little indignantly. - Yes, I do.- Alice replied without losing any of her confidence.- For example, when Damon's kin submerged him in the waters of the Lake of Darkness, it didn't affect him at all and he still remembered Selene, and his love hadn't waned, and as we all know, the Lake of Darkness has tremendous power. It can wash away any charm, including that of sorceresses from old clans. Of course, every magic charm.- she said, emphasizing the word "magic".- As we also know, true love, as it is common thing among people, has nothing to do with witchcraft or magic. In my opinion, this was the love that brought those two together, which is why the waters of the