Dark Romance Books Series Novels & Stories

His bedroom looked nothing like a place to rest, it was more like a clear picture of Dravon as a man himself. The shelves craved into the stone wall, line with so many books and artillery designs, was enough to almost give me a nose bleed. I tried to look away, but I couldn’t. There was something eerie about the books I couldn’t quite place. The leather covers it bore wasn’t the usual type of book covers, but it had something this feel like it was from of old. And the titles of some of the books I saw, I realized I couldn’t even read it out.

“He saved me once. From drowning. Left me a note. Then another one. And now he’s acting like I’m the one who bit him. What’s his deal?” She started folding my clothes from the first bag. Very slow. Very precise. Like she was trying not to throw something. “He’s… private.” “Private. Right. That’s code for ‘vampire with issues,’ isn’t it?” No answer. She just kept folding. I leaned against the desk, arms crossed. “Does he hate everyone or just me? Because the way he looked at me like I personally ruined his whole day, it felt personal.” Still nothing. “Nicole. Come on. Girl to girl. Throw me a bone.”

If any of these subjects upset, trigger, distress or anger you then take this as a warning NOT TO CONTINUE READING. Also, this is a rewrite/combined book of a series I have posted on Dre*me. For those of you who have followed my work for a while, you might know the original book series, The Forced Series which follow Rose, Kane, Alexander and Raven Tavish. This is a rewrite and it will be different. I will be making a lot of changes and the biggest being this WON’T be four books. I have taken those four books and combined them into one long book here. So, please no comments about how this is stolen work or similar to another authors series. This is my original work and I am the original auth

I felt how Lucas was so hostile the moment I started walking again in the hospital and if that's not an indication that he wanted time apart, then his sudden disappearance without saying anything was. "And did she say anything about the wedding, Riz?" the anchor asked, her eyes growing in wonder and excitement. "Because don't get me wrong, royal weddings are the best type of wedding. But if there's anything to top that, it's the Santelli-De Marchi matrimony." "Caterina hasn't exactly said anything about the wedding but she dropped a few hints like how she was looking forward to the next few days." The reporter continued talking about some shit I said when the sound of the doorbell rang. Grum

I didn't care, I just knew that it was fantastic. With every lick, the ember of my desire burned brighter, threatening to catch into a full blown blaze at any moment. I felt my temperature rising, the heat consuming me from within. Tremors rocked my body as his tongue fanned the sparks that my body nursed. I felt the heat rising, felt the smoke, and where there's smoke, there's always fire. When the flame ignited, my eyes squeezed shut. Delicious licks of fire washed over my every nerve, intensifying every sensation that I felt. The red color of the flames was all I could see, and my ears roared with the intensity of the flame.

The curly blonde-haired girl, on the other hand, was just confused as she sized me up with her eyes. My eyes were locked on the handsome Alpha prince, so sexy and domineering with his Alpha aura filling the air. He had that bad boy enticing appearance that most ladies would love and his dreamy hazel eyes cute, but right there, I knew he wasn't for me. His eyes were brimming with disgust and anger as they gawked at me even with my mate scent.

When I finally lifted my head to look at him, he stepped back instinctively, like my presence startled him. “What... happened to you?” he asked. No more teasing, no playful grin only seriousness. Damien only got like this when things were truly serious. “What are you talking about?” I asked in a low voice. “There’s so much darkness around you, Lucian.” “What?” “I feel it. It’s so strong.” His face twisted like just looking at me was physically painful. I stood up slowly from the edge of the bed. He was right. Something wasn’t right inside me—not since that night in the forest.

“Then prove it. Tell me no right now. Tell me you don’t dream of me at night. Tell me you don’t ache every time I leave you alone.” My throat closed. I couldn’t say it. And Damien knew. In one smooth motion, he stood and rounded the table, tugging me up by the wrist before I could stop him. My books clattered to the floor, ignored. “Damien—” He didn’t let me finish. He dragged me between the shelves, deeper into the maze of books until we were swallowed in shadows. His back hit the wall first, and then he pulled me flush against him, his mouth crashing onto mine.

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