Dark Romance Short Stories Novels & Stories

Their hollow eyes made my skin crawl. "Exchange your vows." The ghost bride slowly lowered her head toward me. In that instant, a small piece of skull slipped loose from the side of her forehead and fell. Right then, I heard the system notification: [Ding! Congratulations on successfully selecting your target: Ximena Ferguson.] [Target has gifted you a blood-red formal suit. It has been added to your inventory. Bonus reward: one universal glue.] [Please remove the nail from Ximena's head and use the universal glue to repair her skull to increase intimacy.]

She looked at him the most. "What could I possibly do now?" He asked. "The shades will try to find your weaknesses. Something tells me you will try to help the female lady and her brother and if the shades are hiding behind the shadows, watching you they will believe you are interested in making her your mate." Rayven stiffened. Mate? He did not want to think of Skender sinking his teeth into Angelica's neck and bonding with her forever. He did also not want to think of Angelica being chased by the shades because they wanted to kill a demon's mate. A human mate was a demon's weakness.

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 was gone in minutes—tires crunching gravel, then silence. Dominic turned toward the woods—boots sinking into frost-crusted leaves. He walked fast, then ran—branches whipping his face, lungs burning. Anything to kill the erection that stirred every time he thought of her gasp, her wetness coating his fingers. He didn’t know how to handle himself around her anymore. She made him horny—desperate, reckless like a boy with his first crush but darker, forbidden. She was his father’s wife. Viktor’s property. And Viktor didn’t share.

No part of this work may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted without the author’s written permission. This is a dark romance collection. In these stories, you will be fascinated by the dominance, fierce desire, obsession, and all-inclusive encircling control exerted by strong and powerful men. Love is gritty, problematic, and will test every last boundary. While walking into this journey…powerful and obsessive love will spark and thrill you, I beg you to take care of yourself while reading. Your physical and emotional safety is my number one priority, and if the passion at any point becomes too much, I encourage you to take a break. POINT OF VIEWS

“Just breathe, little one.” He stayed still, whispering soft words against my skin, kissing away the tears that slipped free. Only when the sharpest edge of the pain faded did I whisper that he could move. He did. He started slow — long, careful strokes that let me feel every inch as he sank deeper. Each time he almost pulled out, then filled me again, the stretch turned into something hotter. He found a spot inside me that made my toes curl and my breath catch. “You take me so well,” he groaned. “Such a perfect little mate… made to be filled by me.”

Chapter Three – Retreat’s Rapture The Sapphire Retreat darkened as night fell, the stars reflecting on the waves, the cabana’s sapphire curtains billowing in the coastal breeze, the air thick with the musk of our passion. My body was a map of their desire—bruises on my hips and thighs, bite marks on my chest, cum and sweat coating my skin—yet the hunger within me raged, a primal need fueled by Marcus and Liam’s unrelenting dominance. The two men loomed over me, their breaths heavy, cocks hard again, eyes locked on mine with a fierce devotion, ready to culminate the retreat in a rapture of flesh and spirit. The isolation thrummed with the energy of our shared taboo, their partnership a sacred

His laugh rumbled deep in his chest, sending an unwelcome shiver down my spine while he set the glass down and leaned forward, close enough that I could smell his cologne sandalwood and smoke, dark and intoxicating his gaze dropping deliberately to my thighs where the sheer black stockings clung to my legs, garters peeking out as he reached out again, this time tracing a single finger along the edge of the fabric, slow and deliberate, making my breath hitch despite myself. "Not a stranger, malyshka," he murmured, the Russian endearment rolling off his tongue like a caress even as his touch ignited sparks under my skin, inching higher toward the hem of my skirt where heat was already pooling

“I hate that you’re the only thing I can see. I hate that I call you ‘Dad’ in front of her while I’m dying to touch you like this. Even when Hunter touches me, I’m still reaching for your ghost. You’ve ruined everything. I’m empty, Dave. There’s nothing left of me that isn’t yours.” I moved my hand up, my fingers trembling as they traced the hard line of his jaw, then moved to the corner of his mouth. “Please,” I breathed, tilting my head back, my eyes still closed as I sought the heat of his skin. “Just for a second, pretend I’m the one you chose. Tell me I’m not crazy for wanting to die every time you touch her.” I pressed my lips to the side of his neck, a soft, desperate graze. He smelle

she asked herself. “Ever heard of a forbidden love trope? Like in romance books or movies even?” Richard said, standing up and walking a bit, Solene gazed at his plump masculine buttocks and a side view of his relaxed cock. “How? How do we make that possible?” She asked getting out of bed and walking over to him. “I'm here for you Sol. But that part is up to you. I'll have your back no matter what though. Get creative baby,” he turned to face her then grabbed her by the waist.