Dark Romance Series Novels & Stories

Will he ever regret for what he did to Luna. What will happen between Melissa and Gabriel? Will she forgive him or move on. Indeed there are many questions. But your lovely author is ready to answer them. Oh no. Not with words but with my new story. Like I already once told you guys I have other plans for Hunter and that was my plan. A New Dark Romance Story of Hunter Knight. Monstrous Love. Monstrous Love is not a sequel of Billionaire's Madness but it's only a story of Hunter knight's life.

Elijah grunted Dante shifting in his arms at seeing his mate about to have her life snuffed out. “RAVEN RUN!” Elijah’s warning came a second too late as Dante’s huge black wolf ran into Raven. Tumbling to the ground her hand still in the witch’s hair they fought for the blade. Throwing lightning at Dante failed his speed and accuracy something I hadn’t accounted for. Dante circled back around pulling Raven off his mate. Her blood curdling scream rang out in the night sending chills up my spine. He knew she couldn’t shift; knew she would be an easy target. The choice between his lifelong friends Luna or his own mate wasn’t a choice at all. I knew all too well the strength of the pull to your

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The bond surged, strengthening us both. We collapsed together, but the unknown threat lingered outside. Dorian's offer held—we'd rest here, fuck again, and plan. The laugh from the darkness echoed closer, but our bodies burned with renewed fire. The laughter outside grew louder, but it only fueled the fire between us. I rolled onto my back, pulling James on top of me again as my legs wrapped around his waist. "Don't stop," I whispered, guiding his still-hard cock back into my dripping pussy. He thrust deep, our bodies slick with sweat and cum, the bond mark on my chest glowing brighter with every stroke.

The double penetration, the fullness in my mouth and cunt, the way they moved together, it was intense. I was dripping and soaked and my own arousal leaked down my thighs. Devon pulled out, his cock glistening with my spit. He leaned forward, pushing my dress down to bare my breasts. “Now for these,” he said, and his mouth closed over one nipple, sucking hard as his teeth grazed the sensitive peak. I cried out, the sound muffled against nothing. Hans seized the moment and kissed me. I kissed him back, drawing his lower lip between mine as he bit gently into my upper lip. The sensation doubled. Mitch fucking my cunt, Devon sucking my tits and Hans kissing me.

Author’s Note / Reader Warning: This story contains extremely explicit content, dark themes, non-consensual elements, drugging, stalking, kidnapping, heavy BDSM, blood play, and intense psychological manipulation. It is very dark and not for the faint of heart. Reader discretion is strongly advised. ****** Chapter 1 Velvet Obsession Ledger¥ She was sleeping again.

He had slipped it onto my finger and kissed me in the firelight and I had felt the dark thrill of it move through me and had not examined the darkness in the thrill. I examined it now, sitting on the stone steps of Brocandale Manor three weeks later with the diamond catching the last of the evening light and sending its fractured promises across my skin. The divorce was not final. Josiah had not been served, or had been served and had not responded, or the process was moving through its necessary channels at the pace these things moved. Carlisle had handled it, or was handling it, or someone he employed was handling it. The details arrived to me in the same vague and reassuring register as e

At least, my tolerance level is higher with him. At seven PM, he shot out of nowhere and waltzed into the studio with a pink bouquet—Pink? God! For two years we've been dating, and he still doesn't know I hate the color pink. If he even brought a black flower, I'd marry him right there. I swear to God. I'm not a normal romance girl; hell, I hate sweet cuddling, cutie, all butterflies and rainbows stuff. I want raw passion, dark obsession, bone-chilling love—call me weird; I don't fucking care.

But when she ran with her whole whole body shaking, my wolf went berserk. “GO AFTER HER.” I didn’t move though because he is being delusional for sure. He is desperate for any kind of bond and she ticks his lustful box. Nothing else. Weston was staring at me. “Feel better now?” “Fuck off.” “That’s what I thought.” This wasn’t a mating bond. So why did humiliating her feel like cutting off my own arm? Weston’s POV I knew we were going too far as I watched Blue’s face as Azriel announced her arousal to the entire room and the exact moment she stopped breathing while her hands start shaking.

“Love is not what Drake gave you. Possession is not love. Temporary fire that leaves you shattered is not love. I want someone who will choose you every day, not only when it feels convenient. Someone who stays when the beast inside demands otherwise. Victor can be that man. He will not fly away when you need him most.” The words hit harder than I expected. They shook something deep in my chest. Drake’s rejection echoed fresh in my mind, the way he had transformed and disappeared into the sky without looking back. My throat tightened. For a moment I almost told her everything. About the app. About ShadowKing. About the man whose empire I had bled and whose voice now commanded my body in the