Dark Romance Fiction Novels & Stories

Sleeping with a total stranger was not something I have ever done, and sleeping with a man for a job or money, hell no. I am broke, annoying and pretty stupid sometimes, but then I have my dignity and would never allow myself be insulted. I would never forget that producer, I often see him in my dreams. I would beat him up and made him regret being alive. But that was in my dreams, whenever he didn't appear in my dream, I would think about beating him up before getting up from the bed. "Beautiful" I muttered as I looked at how gorgeous I looked. I stood up and went straight to the kitchen. My mum was making breakfast, and my siblings looked like they just finished cleaning the house.

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

The two guys were conversing with one another when Sofia casually inquired about Inez, to whom Inez openly answered the questions. "How did you two first met?" Sofia questioned with excitement because she adored them together. She had no idea how toxic they were, even though they appeared to be created for each other. Damien responded by placing his hands on hers and saying, "She kissed me and I fell love her, that's all. Half-truth: She kissed him, but his obsession with vengeance caused him to go blind. Sofia murmured, "Aww..how sweet," as she regarded them.

Korran She tried to flee, but I caught her by the neck and pinned her to the floor. “You did this!” I growled. My body ached with deadly desires. Her warm chocolate smell filled the entire room, leaving me salivating with extreme pleasures. “You poisoned me!” I said breathing heavily down her neck. My beastly cock rubbed against her pussy. I could feel the heat it produced, like a wolf in mating season. My body ached to drive my cock into her pussy. To feel that warmth surrounding my entire shaft. It had been long I groaned with such desires, since my last mate died.

This story is not for the weak. If you’re faint-hearted, I advise you to stop right here and find something else to read—there are plenty of beautiful books on this app that won’t leave a scar. Even I, as the author, don’t consider this a dark romance. It leans more toward psychological horror. It contains themes and scenes that many of you may find triggering or deeply disturbing. Let me be clear: the fact that this is fiction does not make any of it okay. Please, do not romanticize the events or characters in this story.

He makes me suck his cock while I tease my own clit and when I’m about to come, he finishes deep between my legs while I scream his name. I noticed a change in him, too. He cuddles me at night in the darkness after fucking me into submission. He whispers sweet things in my ear. He tells me he’ll slay a dragon for me. He’ll invade a kingdom for me. He’ll give me the world, and all I have to do is ask. But eventually, I need to eat, so when Mil asked me out to lunch, I decide to accept. “When will you be back?” Nikolai looked at me like he’s about to rip my clothes off and refuses to let me go.

“Why is it so dark? Please, turn on the lights, Anth.” I hesitated before pressing the soft buttons of the light switch and then the room brightened up. I heard her gasp first before my eyes took in the rose petals and unlit candles on the floor and on various pieces of furniture in the living room. My eyes scanned the room and spotted more rose petals, even the ones leading to the bedroom. The romantic setting of the place made my nervousness spike higher than before. “Did you do this?” I pushed every ounce of nervousness from my body and approached her then wrapped my arms around her shoulder. I placed my face against hers then kissed her cheek, feeling the softness of her skin and inhalin

Until Rhiannon walked into that hotel room with her dead eyes and her broken wolf and her mouth. Until she looked up at me and I saw that fire. Buried deep under all the damage and the grief and the years of being treated like nothing. That fire that hadn't gone out. That stubborn, stupid, beautiful fire that refused to die even though everything around it was ash. And my wolf didn't pace. It didn't snarl. It sat down. Right there in my chest. And it purred. I hated it. I hated her for it. I hated that she made me feel something. I hated that she made me want something. I hated that after thirty-eight years of being stone cold, this woman, this broken, bleeding, beautiful woman, walked in an

BEFORE STARTING! JUST READ THIS FOR CAUTION! Hiii loves, thank you for reading this! Just to let you guys know in advance this story is not for the weak! it’s really dark, with a lot of abuse. I do not support any of that! ♕𝐺𝐸𝑁𝑅𝐸♕ 𓆙dark romance𓆙 𓆙forbidden love𓆙 𓆙betrayal𓆙