Dark Romance Comedy Novels & Stories

I took my seat and then I erupted into laughter. "How bold that was, damn" He said to me as he sucked his lips in admiration. "You looked hot back there, I loved how fierce you looked" 'Goodness gracious' I certainly have impressed this one. I hope this sudden energy of mine doesn't get subdued. "You think so, you ain't mad at all?" I asked him. From his looks, I knew he wasn't mad at me, but I didn't wanted to seem ungrateful. It wasn't an intended mistake, certainly he did understood that.

, she said looking at him with a different kind of emotion in her eyes which Samrat is failed to read for the first time. She is saying thank you for being on her side when she has no one around and sorry for not having the potential in her to love him back. Even she wants to give him a chance but she can't. She is not that matured to forgive him . The things he did to gain her are forgivable. Now also she can't predict that how moch extent he can go for her . The love which is turned out to be very dark for both of them . "HIS DARK LOVE ".

"Bring it on, vampire. I'm ready for anything." With a playful gleam in his eyes, Jonathan leaned in and captured my lips once again, this time with a mix of tenderness and mischief. Our laughter dissolved into a passionate embrace. At that moment, surrounded by the aroma of breakfast cooking and the warmth of our connection, I realized that our love was not just about the serious moments or the battles we faced. It was also about finding joy and laughter in the simplest of moments, cherishing the lightheartedness that kept our spirits alive.

**** Author's note If you are here to read Pregnant for the bully, welcome. Okay, this is a note for sensitive readers. This book is a dark romance, it has sexual themes, and verbal abuse. This book is entirely fiction. Abuse, either sexual, physical or verbal is a very real thing in our world. I do NOT condone any behavior of such, nor do I think it's okay. This is purely fiction once again.

They are having the best make out of their life in my house ,in my fucking couch and Vida made me look like the bad guy only for her to run into the arms of the guy who set me up VIDA "Dylan . I don't have feelings for you"I said "Okay,just go in and pack your things.You are still in a bathroom robe"Dylan said I rushed back into the house and I just couldn't help but cry .How could he do this.I smashed the vase I saw on the table crying.I quickly sat on the couch and cried I guess the sound made Dylan rush in.He quickly came to where I was .

Alvaro doesn't deserve her tears. "Did he or did you decide?" "What's the point, Yan? The point is the same, break up." Ryan took a deep breath. She became a silent witness to how her best friend suffered because of her love story which always ended tragically. "Wait, I need a drink first," said Rian who was just about to call one of the coffee shop employees, before Yara interrupted him with an order to her mother's employee to get Rian's experimental coffee from the refrigerator.

“Look at you… gagging on your stepson’s cock in the middle of the throne room like a desperate whore. So fucking messy.” I pulled back gasping for air. Without thinking, I slapped the heavy, spit-soaked shaft against my cheek, then rubbed it all over my face smearing my own spit across my lips, cheeks, and forehead like a depraved slut. I looked up at him with teary, lust-drunk eyes as I rubbed his throbbing cock over my face, kissing and licking every veiny inch. “You’re so fucking big…” I whimpered. Soren’s smirk was sin. He gripped his cock and slapped it against my tongue a few times before shoving it back into my mouth, thrusting deeper than before.

“Funny because you are also a she-wolf. Why can't you also spread your legs and get him back the same way you presume I did?” The chuckles stuttered, fading. Anita’s brow lifted in anger. “That's because I'm not as desperate as you.” ‎I smiled. It wasn’t sweet. It wasn’t polite. It was the kind of smile wolves bare right before they sink their teeth into flesh. “I’d say… desperate. Yes, that’s the word. But not for me, rather you're the desperate one.” A small gathering of servants and courtiers formed around us, listening with rapt attention.

He asks as he tries to calm his laughter. "Yeah. You've told me how much you want to fuck me." He just laughs, while I feel miserable. "Maybe you're right, I can be very polite and quiet, but when I like something I usually act crazy." “I don't want to know what you like, I prefer the polite and quiet Snowman to him.” He just licks his lips and smiles. “You know, I don't usually notice girls like you, idiots and slow. "It's what I hate most in a woman, that they are stupid."

She scrolled through N*****x, looking for something catchy that might interest her, then her cursor settled on a Rom com movie with Damien Rothwell as the Male lead. She paused, Damien might likely become her next fling, what better way to know a man than through his movies. She pressed play, and settled in to watch. The movie was about a guy accidentally becoming a wedding planner. The premise was ridiculous, but within minutes, she found herself smiling despite her mood. Damien was a really good actor and funny as well. When his character accidentally released a flock of doves during a funeral instead of a wedding, Valerie found herself laughing out loud.