Dark Thrillers Novels & Stories

Even if it was, I desperately wanted it to be a nightmare that could never be the truth. However, look at my luck, it was true, the dark truth about me that I killed my one and only friend, my best friend, Jiahn Kang. She was in a lot of pain, pleading, begging me to spare her life. Was this really me? A person who could never see her loved ones in pain and here I was, the one who killed her own best friend, a best friend who was more than an elder sister to her.

Without another second of hesitation, I pushed open the door and walked into the unknown… “Daisy” This time it was a low baritone voice that sent shivers to my spine. “Gorgeous little thing” another said, emerging from the darkness with hungry lustful eyes. I felt a tingling sensation in my coochie. From nowhere, I felt a presence behind me, followed by a gentle graze of a finger on the back of my neck. I’m not kidding when I say I felt something slide down my thighs. Is it possible to be that wet….enough to make you drip?

Trigger Warnings 18+ ONLY This collection contains explicit sexual content including: Graphic MM sex scenes BDSM dynamics Dubious consent Power exchange Rough sex Possessive/dominant behavior Strong language Reader discretion is strongly advised. A collection of stories about men who want more... Strangers in dark clubs, rivals who can't keep their hands off each other, alphas and Omegas bound by something older than either of them, two men who've been circling each other for years finally giving in. Every story stands alone. Every story burns differently. Some are quick and dirty, some take their time. Some are about the first time, and some are about the last

- collectors of debts, takers of lives. Their presence strikes fear into the hearts of even the most hardened men. Each one a force to be reckoned with, ruthless and merciless. Their rule is absolute, their mercy nonexistent and I'm in love with one of them. Their rule is absolute, their mercy nonexistent and I'm in love with one of them. Viktor Ivanov, the Strategist. Alexei Sokolov, the Ghost, is the most quiet and reserved member but he's as deadly as a viper. Mikhail Volkov, the Butcher or the Volk and then we have Nikolai Rostov, the Punisher.

Shrewsbury The Third Twin: A Dark Psychological Thriller by Darren Speegle Aletheia: A Supernatural Thriller by J.S. Breukelaar Where the Dead Go to Die by Mark Allan Gunnells and Aaron Dries Sarah Killian: Serial Killer (For Hire!) by Mark Sheldon The Final Cut by Jasper Bark Blackwater Val by William Gorman Pretty Little Dead Girls: A Novel of Murder and Whimsy by Mercedes M. Yardley Nameless: The Darkness Comes by Mercedes M. Yardley

VENDETTA ( Love of Darkness or Night) Written by: Authoress Ricky Genres: Action , Erotica , Drama TWO RAINAL "F**k"Red my favorite bitch screamed as I ravaged her mouth my demonic kisses which made her tremble to the core. Her tremendous heartbeat went wild against my chest. My cock twitched when she nibbled onto my lips. A playful grin appeared on my lips as I took her breasts into my hands. Her nipples were hard just like my cock. I scoffed against the thought of Red having a threesome with another man.

But I crave more darkness. The following nights dissolve into a symphony of sin. Nathan introduces me to his world fully—collars, clamps, roleplay where I'm his obedient pet, crawling for him, begging for release. Each session pushes boundaries, but his aftercare is loving—baths, massages, whispers of "I love you, Rose. Always have." It's romantic in its darkness; he owns me, but I own his heart. On the last night before our parents return, he sets up a scene in the basement—dim lights, a St. Andrew's cross against the wall. I'm naked, collared, wrists and ankles strapped to the X-shaped frame.

A predator among predators. And I was walking straight into his den. I touched the necklace, thin wire coiled beneath the pendant. Felt the weight of the lipstick tube in my clutch. The blade in my heel. I’d killed men in their sleep. In their cars. In crowded rooms with a smile and a drink. But never one like him. Part of me, the part I buried deep, wondered what it would feel like to have those dark eyes on me. To have his hands around my throat. Not in fear. In something else.

He tried to stay quiet, but another moan slipped out before he could stop it. “Ahh… fuck… Damien—?” Damien didn’t answer with words. He just groaned against Elias’s hole and pushed his tongue deeper, licking inside him with wet, obscene sounds. One of his big hands was gripping Elias’s ass cheek, spreading him open while he feasted. Elias’s face burned. His hips twitched helplessly. *He’s insane. He has to be a psychopath. Who the fuck wakes someone up by doing this?* But fuck, it felt good. Too good. The wet heat of Damien’s tongue, the way he was licking him like he was starving, had Elias’s cock leaking steadily onto the sheets.