Dark Romantic Novels & Stories

We were the perfect love story, and we could have remained so…if only I hadn’t…. “Liv, what do you want?” Mark asked, snapping me out of my thoughts again. My eyes darted over the menu, “Ummh, could you order for me. I need to use the restroom real quick.” I barely heard his response as I literally sprinted towards the restroom. Have you ever been horny? I don’t mean that little urge you feel when you’re next to a man you like. I’m talking about full blown crazy need for sex. You can feel your blood dancing, your heart racing, your cunt wet and so full that something as simple as your thong grazing against your clit is electrifying.

Dimitri said softly, his breath fanning Dominic's neck and shoulder. Dimitri reaches up and slowly turns Dominic. "I hate myself for hurting you. I hate that I threw us away. I dream about you every night. My dreams are so vivid and so real, I swear I can taste you! In my dreams, you let me make it up to you. In my dreams, you let me mend your broken heart. In my dreams, I show you every day how sorry I am. In my dreams, I worship this sexy body of yours, and I make love to you."

His tailored black shirt was open at the collar, revealing a glimpse of hard chest and the edge of a tattoo that looked ancient and dangerous. The air between them felt thick, charged, almost suffocating. “You move like a woman who has spent her entire life in a cage of perfection,” Damien murmured, his voice low and velvet-rough as he poured her a glass of rare 1982 Burgundy. The scent of dark cherries and leather filled the space between them. “But I see the cracks, ballerina. The hunger to be broken. To be used. To finally lose control.” Valentina’s breath caught. Heat flooded her chest, then pooled heavily between her thighs. Her nipples tightened against the thin crimson silk of her gow

I felt my face getting covered with goosebumps as he moved close to me, my heart itching to feel the taste of his lips on mine, my breath getting thicker at the moment and his warm breath hovering over my face, making my situation even worse. What is he doing to me. Why did I want to break every wall for him? “Have you ever loved someone, Dominic?” I breathed out and his eyes slips into darkness. “I have, and she never had any idea of it, she still doesn’t.” He said, as if he was speaking to me, like the words were meant for me. “Love is darkness Aurora, love is a storm, it’s a wildfire, and it gets worse if the person is in love with me, the way I love, it’s no fairytale, it’s pure darkness

snapped Amanda. Darko took off his glasses. A pair of eyes and a sharp gaze stared straight at Amanda standing. "I have no intention of embarrassing you, darling. Didn’t I've done something romantic?" said Darko. Amanda squeezed her forehead while sighing at Darko's words. 'Darling? What is that? A nickname for me? Hah- It going me crazy,' thought Amanda. "Romantic? Ro-man-tic, you say? You must be crazy!" Amanda cursed twisted her inner sentence.

He just shut the door behind him and began gesturing into the room, his eyes dragging across every inch of her body. Isadora’s body quivered from within, the look in his eyes stirring up something rough and dangerous within her. But she shut it out. Because… she couldn’t be dripping or desiring him again, like he and his brother didn’t fucking ruin her body like she was theirs to greedily ravish. “So, you are into stuff like this?” Damian asked, raising the book that she was reading. It was a dark romance, and the title was enough introduction about what the book contained.

Lucian’s fingers tapped impatiently against the armrest of his chair, his mind replaying the scene between Romeo and Juliet over and over again. “She’s captivating, isn’t she?” Dominic finally spoke, his voice low and reflective. Lucian glanced at his twin, his expression unreadable. “She’s more than just captivating, Dominic. She’s… she’s different. There’s something about her that I can’t quite put my finger on.” Dominic nodded in agreement, his gaze distant. “She’s like a flame, burning bright and untamed. And yet, there’s a vulnerability to her that draws us in, makes us want to protect her from the darkness of our world.”

Jen approached madly to Loki while he gripped her arms as tightly and said. "Why do you come here just without my permission? Didn’t I told you never come to my birthday,?. “ and he added “ Let me be honest with you. The truth is... I never love you at the beginning. I just used you to replace her but let's end this. I don't want you anymore. I like women who have strong body, sweet, good -looking, a woman who can beautifully dressed and well-shaped body. While you are just dumb, simple girl, weak, quiet, and worthless. You're really shameful as my girlfriend. It's over now. Our relationship is just a joke."

Please note: This a dark romance story, it features dark content. Alissia POV I sit at my desk, staring blankly at the blinking cursor on my screen. It mocks me, as if it knows I have no idea where to start with my latest attempt. Dark romance. The genre I never thought I’d touch. But after bombing miserably in everything else—comedy, fantasy, sci-fi, even horror—I figured I’d give it a shot. How hard could it be to blend the raw, twisted emotions of a toxic relationship with an edge of danger? Apparently, harder than I thought.

Time to face the music. “Somehow. But, Leila, you can’t tell anyone,” I begged. “I mean it. No one can know. You are the only person that knows.” “And it’s the real thing? Not just sex?” She tilted her head to the side. I nodded and traced my finger along the pattern on my quilt. “There’s more to him than meets the eye. We’re not just sex. I …” “He’s your Darcy,” she said simply. “He’s the rain to your drought. The every to your thing. Your soul mate decided by the universe, right?”