Dark Romance Books With Cruel Heroes Novels & Stories

she said with a smirk, but I rolled my eyes, taking the tea as Marie returned. “The girl is blind?” I asked, shocked, and they both nodded. “She’s ugly too,” Marie added. “She has white hair, you know, my lady, so she looks like a ghost.” “She doesn’t have a wolf, either.” I raised my eyebrows at that. No wolf? Then what did the Lycan King see in her? Why would he spend the night with her? I had tried so desperately to seduce him, to share just one night by his side, but he’d always ignored me with that cold, distant gaze. And now, he’d spent the night with a wolfless omega.

I state, because I will never stop loving him. “I love you too, pretty boy. I always will.” His voice is filled with so much love and there is no denying that Nikolai and I were meant for each other. He's my love, my peace, my husband. Always and Forever. ……. I can literally feel my eyes water as I come to the end of the book. It has been a roller coaster of emotions. I wouldn’t have done this without my readers' support. Thank you all for giving me this chance and I’m so glad that you guys liked my book. It is my first time trying to write a MM book and I ended up getting your love. Mind you, this is not goodbye. Book two of the series will be released soon and the couples there will be Iri

Azalea When I look back at the woman I used to be—that frightened girl drowning in debt and impossible choices—I can barely recognize her anymore. She feels like someone from a story I once read, not the life I actually lived. Living with Adriano had never been simple. He was a storm wrapped in expensive suits, danger disguised as protection. He could be cruel one moment and tender the next, like two different men sharing the same body. He was everything that should have scared me away, yet somehow, against all logic, he became mine.

It was nice to know I had someone to talk to, someone that might be willing to take my side. “You didn't ask for any of this..” I replayed what Claire just said in my head. I didn't and it was true. But if I had the opportunity to choose, I still would have chosen to even if it wasn't Alpha kayden's mate, but being his plaything was enough. I enjoyed the way he commanded me to do things to him, and the time we spent together was something I knew I wasn't going to get anywhere. His darkness and cruelty were supposed to be something to be scared of, but instead they drew me closer to him.

"You know, those days with you were the worst of my life. I wish I knew you were this wicked, Elena." Elena smirked. "You brought out the beast in me, love. They say, 'Don't underestimate darkness' allure; even pure hearts are drawn to it.'All thanks to you." Alan begged nervously, "Today's a happy day; don't ruin it. Let's reschedule. I'll meet you, give you whatever you want." Elena laughed, raising her hands. "What more could I ask for? Check the news, Alan. It'll clarify things."

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The girl who filled his kitchen with the smell of real food, who spoke with a voice that calmed the storm inside him, who walked through his house without knowing he was watching her every step. He thought of her now — probably asleep in her small room, resting in pure innocence. And yet here he was, standing over Ariana Stark, naked and waiting, the one woman he should have banned long ago. His oldest vice. And without another word, Damien stepped forward, grabbed Ariana by the waist, and forced her down flat against the mattress. She gasped as his weight pressed her into the bed. His mouth crashed against her neck, not gentle, not careful, but hungry and rough. Her fingers tore at his shir

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

••••••••••••• Arianna's breath was heavy, sweat dripping from her exhausted body, marred with red marks. It wasn't his feral rut. How could he be this brutal during normal intercourse? Hadn't his Lycan been well fed in lust? It was as though the king was greedily mounting her. One moment he was pleasuring her, driving her to heights of ecstasy, sending her to the clouds and making her crave more... and then moments later, he was hurting her. He was the ruthless Lycan King, slowly drifting into darkness due to lack of a mate. How could she have forgotten that?

“He only kisses me when he’s drunk. Otherwise, I’m just a shadow to him.” The words punched me in the gut. It was like reading my own thoughts. Page after page was filled with confessions. Pain. Craving. Punishment. There was obsession written between every line, both hers and his. And it was Caelum. She called him C. It was always C. I read until my eyes burned. Until my legs went numb. Until I felt like I knew her—or maybe I was her. Reborn. Replaced. What the hell happened to her?