Novel & Cerita Dark Romance Books With Cruel Heroes

“When push comes to shove, you of all people know how strong she is. What if she sides with the Lycan King and—” “Are you scared, Roman?” I cut in, and the Alpha of the White Water Pack momentarily hesitates. “Scared?” “Alex is my fiancée. Isn’t that your wife gossiping with the twins over at the bar?” I gesture, toying with his temper. “We both know that's a different case.” “Why?” I tilt my head, pulling a glass of wine offered by the Omega beside us. “Why can you bring Helen and I can't bring Alex?”

The way his eyes — usually so cold and guarded — had softened when he looked at me, like I was the one thing capable of making him forget how to be cruel. And I hated myself for craving it. For wanting more. I rolled onto my side, staring out the window as the city lights painted faint patterns on the ceiling. Every nerve in my body felt too awake, too alive. My skin still tingled where he’d touched me, my lips ached from the memory of his mouth. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I was supposed to be smart. Careful. I knew better than to fall for a man like Dominic Blackwood. He was dangerous in ways that had nothing to do with boardrooms and business empires. He could ruin me — not just p

**DEDICATION** To the dreamers who find solace in stories, To the lovers of dark romance and untamed desires, And to those who embrace both the light and the shadows within; This book is for you. And to myself, ShineeSunshine; For the late nights, the endless imagination, and the courage to weave crimson tales of obsession and love. _______________ **BLURB** Book 1] CRIMSON : 'Il Velo di MINE' {The Veil of Mine} from MAFIA DARK ROMANCE MINE series

Will these 2 people ever come across each other, will that wall of ice ever melt with the warmness of kindness, will the man with too much hatred and too little love ever claim his possession, on the women with too little hatred and so much of love? Is this actually what made their lives encounter RUTHLESS LOVE or it is a way to some other destination? To know further make a read and join them in their RUTHLESS or I would say, beautiful journey. Love xxxxxxxx Purva Narang (YOUR WRITER) Follow for more updates: Instagram: @purvi_nrang Twitter: @narang_purva

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

I let my mind drift back to the interrogation, to the way she spat at me, the way she refused to break, even as I cut into her skin, even as I took her body again and again, even as I pushed her to the edge of what she could endure, she did not break, she bent, she swayed, she cried out in pleasure and pain alike, but she did not break, and that is what makes her precious, that is what makes her mine, not the bruises I left on her skin, not the seed I spilled inside her, but the unyielding core of her that refuses to surrender even as she surrenders, the contradiction at her heart that draws me like a moth to flame. I finish the whiskey and pour another, and I think about the future, about w

I swallowed hard and looked away, my hands still resting lightly on his shoulders, the heat of his skin burning into my palms. Isabella Grant is dead. And here we are, kissing like it’s some kind of twisted movie scene. I hated myself for letting this happen. For letting my body forget what my mind was screaming. This wasn’t the time. Not when everything was falling apart. Not when I was supposed to be planning my revenge. “But if I had to do it again,” he said and I looked at him “I wouldn’t think twice.” I stared at him, feeling the weight of those words sink in. This guy, he wasn’t just dangerous. He was reckless, like someone who’d burn down the whole world just to watch it burn. And the

As darkness edged her vision, she saw Darius emerge from the trees, smiling coldly, Time to collect my virgin prize. Marcus lunged, but a heavy blow knocked him down, The last thing Pera hear d was his furious scream of her name before everything went black.

And then he tells me he wants more from me…desires me more than any other because, like him, I have the gift. I can’t deny he’s the most handsome man I’ve ever seen, with eyes black like midnight, a jawline as sharp as his dragon’s talons, the height of a mountain, and shoulders as broad as a stream. But no amount of attraction will ever change the fact that he destroyed my life. The answer is no—and it’ll always be no. But the Death King doesn’t accept that answer. This book contains dark themes with subject matter that may be difficult for some readers.

I knew I shouldn't be here in his arms, and shouldn't be enjoying every second of this forbidden moment. But I couldn't stop myself. He set me down on the bed and hovered over me, his eyes were dark as usual, cold and distant. These were the same eyes I claimed to hate. The same eyes I'd fantasized about gouging out of his perfect face. The same eyes that usually looked right through me, that glared at me with cold indifference whenever our paths crossed. He dropped onto the bed beside me, and I found myself staring at the chest of the person I was supposed to hate more than anyone in the world. The person I'd spent years wishing would get hit by a car, praying would just disappear from my l