Dark Romantic Novels & Stories

“I can’t wait.” He chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating against my lips, his hand tightening slightly around my wrist. “So? Do you want me to fuck you in front of Betty and the driver?” “I don’t care,” I muttered, my voice laced with frustration and need. His laugh deepened, low and dangerous, and his eyes darkened, locking onto mine. “You better care, love,” he growled, his tone carrying a warning that sent a shiver through me. “Because after they see how beautiful you look coming and after they see that gorgeous body of yours, they won’t see tomorrow. Do you want that, love?”

I hissed without thinking. Richard’s smile made my entire body tense up. He forced his lips against mine, kissing me roughly as I fought to get free. I tried to push him away but with one hand he forced both my hands in between our bodies, trapping them completely. Then he gently moved his knee in circles against my sex, making me cry out against his mouth. No matter what I did, I couldn’t get him off me and he was enjoying every second like a sick fucker. I was on the brink of orgasm when he suddenly removed his entire body from mine, leaving me in a state of sexual torture. “Only good little humans get to cum, Rose.”

You've passed the point of no/Angel of music Return/You deceived me I gave you my mind blindly You try my patience Make your choice Pitiful creature of darkness What kind of life have you known? God give me courage to show you You are not alone When Emmy Rossum and Gerard Butler kissed, Daphnie started crying again; I also let a few tears fall. It was probably the most beautiful moment in the movie.

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“Why is it so dark? Please, turn on the lights, Anth.” I hesitated before pressing the soft buttons of the light switch and then the room brightened up. I heard her gasp first before my eyes took in the rose petals and unlit candles on the floor and on various pieces of furniture in the living room. My eyes scanned the room and spotted more rose petals, even the ones leading to the bedroom. The romantic setting of the place made my nervousness spike higher than before. “Did you do this?” I pushed every ounce of nervousness from my body and approached her then wrapped my arms around her shoulder. I placed my face against hers then kissed her cheek, feeling the softness of her skin and inhalin

I have never worn a dress like this. I never liked to wear dresses which would show my skin. But I must say that I am looking beautiful in this dress. Luciano enters the room. He looks at me with his lust filled eyes. He is wearing a black tuxedo with a red tie. He is looking like a Greek God. He is looking perfect for any girl to fall in his feet. He walks towards me. "Così bello. You are looking so beautiful tesoro. So beautiful and all mine." He says kissing my lips. (So beautiful)

I muttered a thank you to him as he starts up the car. "No need to thank me Samantha, tonight you will be my women and it's only my duty to open doors for you. Treat you like a queen you are." He used the hand that wasn't holding the steering wheel to hold mine and place a kiss on it. I giggled out loud like an high school girl. Who knew my romoe was actually a real life Romeo ,he has being behaving so romantic since yesterday and I am loving this side of him. It new and loving. I wish this night could never end.

They settle in my chest like stones, heavy and impossible to ignore. Darko loves me. A wolf— not just any wolf, but the dying wolf that was supposed to fade into nothing— loves me with an intensity I felt in every syllable. How is that possible? How can his wolf be so certain about something that makes no sense? I'm human. Human. Not his mate, not his destiny, just a girl pretending to be something she's not. Yet Darko looked at me with eyes that saw past every lie, every mask, and declared his love anyway.

Silly and melancholy, at least on my part. We’re laying on the floor and admiring the ceiling patterns and the softness of the rug under us. Mallory has an arm draped dramatically over her eyes. “It’s a tiny bit romantic, don’t you think?” she finally asks. “He’s been pining for you for a decade.” My mouth pops open. “Romantic? Mallory. Hello? Has Damian broken your brain? It’s not romantic to tell someone you’d rather not have feelings for them.” “I still think it’s romantic,” she says.

He chuckles turning off the shower and he carries me out and into our bedroom, the lights were off but the curtains were open so the brightly lite moon helped the roaring fire set a romantic scene, the flames shadowed the walls, heating the room up Drake lays me down by the fire onto the soft padded carpet, his lips press against mine softly, his naked body damp but warm lay over my own, his lips pull back just lightly “I dont rush loving whats mine, tell me baby who do you belong to?” “You” I answer automatically, his face splits into a smile as another possessive rumble rattles through his chest, he pulls back looking over every inch of my body, my skin glowed next to the flames of the fir