Dark Romance Means Novels & Stories

' The dark angel said. 'No! It's not just about sex! How can you only think about sex at this point!' The white angel snapped in. 'Didn't you recall the emotions you felt against him... And then that sadness in his eyes? Doesn't he mean anything to you?' Dark rolled her eyes at white. 'Oh come on! All are craps! Were they ever been romantic with each other? No. They just spend time in sex! And when you are having sex natural comfort comes. You can't justify it as a relationship. Am I wrong Scar?'

VIDA The wedding was over including the reception,I had a long day.The drive from the reception to whatever house was boring.I and Kingston did not talk to each other and it was great.I feel like giving him a slap for kissing me passionately at the church.We got to a house or a mansion.It was painted with purple and it was beautiful.More beautiful than my home.The purple reminded me of Kingston's love for purple and it made me stare at him.Why did he have to hurt me.He destroyed us .He destroyed me..

“ Finally, our hide and seek just ended. “ He bended his body as he whispered near her flushed ears. Biting it slightly before licking her neck, he only wanted to ‘do' her. To punish her! ‘ You’re mine. Every inch of you is mine. Just mine. Mine alone! ‘ ***** WARNING: There will be an obsession and possessiveness at the middle of this story. For those who are sensitive of DARK ROMANCE, you can choose to stop reading this or continue. Thank you!

“You’re scary sometimes, you know that? If I didn’t know you, I might think that’s something supernatural—like a ghost taking human form!” Dark pretended to be offended, his brows furrowing. “So now I’m a ghost? Can’t I just be mysterious and extremely handsome?” After revealing his handsome face, he moved closer. “There, now you’re sure! It’s really me—your beloved husband, Dark Nathaniel Villamonte.” Before Roxane could protest, Dark quickly pulled her into his arms and kissed her gently but full of affection. Roxane felt the warmth of the kiss and the intensity of his longing in every movement.

It has increased to the point no one can save him from Igneel's wrath. How such a steamy mood turned into something so sad. How from kissing each other to admiring each other, scars turned into tears of sadness and anger. "I love you." He said and kissed her lips and cheeks. He could no longer hold his feelings for her. He kissed her teary eyes as he slowly traveled his kisses down to her clothed chest and then to her bare stomach. Her panties were on display. The sadness that he had suddenly turned into a longing for her. He could no longer restrain himself and so he went on her, made love with her so many times and in so many ways, draining her out of her energy as she trembled under him.

Public displays of affection hhhmmm I love them. Our dinner, as usual, is merely an excuse for us to be together in a quiet romantic setting. You see, it's not the food we seek here but the atmosphere. A quiet table near the back where we still can see the sunset but are afforded our own privacy for love. They know us here; after all, this is a weekly gesture for us.

In the hush of the night, they found solace in the shared silence, a language of their own that spoke volumes of unspoken emotions. As they gazed at the stars above, a sense of peace settled over them, a knowing that their meeting was not just a chance encounter but a destined connection that would shape their lives in ways they had never imagined. In the quiet of the night, surrounded by the whispers of the wind and the rustle of leaves, Axel and Hazel embraced the promise of a slow burn romance that was waiting to blossom in the quiet spaces between their hearts.

I feel the thundering of his heart beneath his chest. A dangerous game we play. His fingers trace gently along my arm making me look up at him and a whole different fire burns in his eyes now. A fire I feel in my very core and I know he will see it in my eyes, a reflection of his desire. What harm could one night do? Nico is not here, Damian would never find out, just one night like this, after I’ll reinforce his compulsion but don’t we deserve it?

“Enough!” I screeched tired of his games, while now he is nice I know his kindness will end when the sun rises. He slowly kisses my unsuspecting lips, while I close my eyes without hesitation. “Just give me this chance.” He whispers to me with his champagne-scented breath. “Give me one more night.” He asks me as his brown eyes fill with tears. I fall exhausted before his nostalgic gaze, while we both undress completely, to share a small tub where he massages every part of my body, while the most obvious hiding places of my body are found with great ease by that clever man.

My fingers clutch his shirt, needing to hold onto something as my knees threaten to betray me. "You shouldn't," I whisper, breathless, even though I'm the one closing the gap this time. "I know," he says, and then he kisses me again-this time deeper, desperate. Like he's starved and I'm the only thing that's ever tasted right. Tell me if this isn't my dark romance book right here, what it is... If there's anything... I didn't see my day ending with Dominic not to talk of getting kissed by him. Someone tell me this ain't no dream. Tell me, this is happening for real.