Dark Romance Story Novels & Stories

Julian stayed there for a long time, his forehead resting against mine, his chest heaving. When he finally pulled back, he didn’t let go of me. He reached out and brushed a stray lock of hair from my damp face. “Your debt is over, Clara,” he whispered, his voice dark and possessive. “But our story is just beginning.” He kissed me then—not with the hunger of a predator, but with the quiet, terrifying certainty of a man who would never let his prize go. I was a prisoner in a gilded cage, but as Julian pulled me back into his arms, I realized I no longer wanted the key.

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.

Daphnie This kiss was unlike any other. It wasn't a lustful kiss that made me hungry for more. It was gentle, genuine, loving, and romantic. Adam wrapped his arms tight around my waist. My arms let go of his waist and made their way around his neck, and my leg popped up. I didn't want the moment to end; I could've stayed like that forever. Unfortunately, the moment ended when we heard whistling and cheering from people who didn't know how to mind their business. Adam let go of my lips and glared at the small crowd. My foot returned to the ground, and my arms returned to Adam's waist.

As the night stretched on, their lovemaking grew more intense, more desperate, until they were both lost in the throes of ecstasy, their cries of pleasure echoing through the forest like a symphony of desire. And when at last they lay spent in each other's arms, their bodies entwined in a tangle of limbs and sweat, Kate knew that she had found her true home in Elias's embrace. For theirs was a love that transcended time and space, a love that would endure even the darkest of nights.

“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.

“And he’s agreed.” Zoey still had a cold expression on her face. She seemed unfazed. Tristan hid his annoyance behind a calm facade, but the words he spoke were like a dagger to her heart. “If you’ve got the time, I don’t mind telling you about Laurence and Sarah’s love story. In short, they were destined to be together ever since the day they were born.” After a few seconds of pause, his grip on her wrist tightened, bringing her pain.

Then, she said, “You know what this sounds like, right?” Amelia narrowed her eyes. “Don’t say it.” Maya grinned. “Enemies to lovers.” Amelia groaned. “Maya, I swear—” “Just saying,” Maya sang. “It’s a classic trope.” “Not our trope,” Amelia shot back. Maya giggled. “We’ll see.” Amelia rolled her eyes. “Anyway,” she said, “enough about him. I have other news.” “Ooh,” Maya said. “Spill.”

And I knew they would likely kill me for it. Dante relaxed his fists as he walked up to his mate. She thrashed in her vine prison knowing full well what was about to happen. She may not feel the sparks now, but she would. Once marked she wouldn’t want to harm him. She would want to do whatever it took to please him, or so we thought. Walking behind her he ran his fingers down her neck before placing a meek gentle kiss upon the spot he would mark. “Forgive me.” He whispered against her skin before sinking his teeth.

Her reply wasn't what I sought for and she knew she failed me so she wasn't surprised when I angrily rose to my feet, heading to my room as tears brimmed my eyes and dropped freely. It all seemed hopeless. The Red Bone Pack were not normal wolves; they were lycans, a special breed created by dark magic. The witches of East Coven had made the first one, a mindless beast whose sole purpose was to protect them from their enemies. When the beast had gone rogue, he had attacked a wolf pack and had been captured, its blood extracted to be experimented on. Their Alpha had tested its blood on several wolves, creating a new breed of demonic wolves. Although they looked like wolves, their transformati

I'm happy with how I'm living my life . At some point in my life , I hated everything . I thought I was unfortunate but troubles don't last forever. I and Kingston separated after highschool , we got back together again even if we were at each others throat . Then I left when I was pregnant with our first child , then fate brought us back together . I guess our love story is a frozen romance . I'm happy with my family , I'm happy with Kingston and my love for Kingston has not changed . I love him so much .