Darkest Romance Books Novels & Stories

Her moans rang in her head and his domineering tone made her stomach swell and burst with excitement. Ever since she was a teenager, she loved reading anything that had to do with love. Light romance was her favorite. But when she got introduced to dark romance, she became obsessed. She wanted to explore everything she read and got a boyfriend when she was nineteen but he didn't particularly fulfil her fantasies. She wanted more. Something more thrilling and leg-shaking. When she met Devin again, her darkest desires rekindled and there she was, with him. Would he live up to her expectations? Or disappoint her?

I pressed my forehead against the cool stone and let the weight of everything crash over me. I could not continue like this. Not anymore. Every night I spent chasing ShadowKing was another night I betrayed the second chance Aunt Dolores had fought to give me. I had stolen from a lycan emperor, rebuilt myself inside these convent walls, and still I kept crawling back to the same darkness that had ruined my mother. Drake had shown me what happened when you gave everything to a creature who could fly away. My mother had loved a wolf who chose a younger mate and left her heart in pieces. I refused to become another grave marker in that story.

Long enough for me to remember who I was before I met him. Turns out, I actually like romance novels. Not the tasteful literary romances Kenneth approved of. I’m talking absolutely shameless books with shirtless men on the covers, morally questionable billionaires, ridiculous amounts of tension, and enough spice to qualify as attempted arson. The kind Kenneth used to wrinkle his nose at. “Those books rot your brain, Jo.” Funny. I don’t think the books were the problem. I’ve also rediscovered cheesy rom-coms and psychological thrillers, all the goodies that Kenneth never agreed to watch with me because they were “too stupid” (the romcoms) and “too complicated” (the psych thrillers).

“You’re welcome, but for what?” “Everything.” That, along with the deeper kiss he pressed to her lips, was answer enough. ****** Author’s Notes I love futuristic, post-apocalyptic, and/or dystopian fiction. I wouldn’t want to live it, of course, but it’s fun to imagine how bad things could get, and how good people would function in the aftermath. In this book, I also explored a bit how harsh times make even good people do some questionable things. Can you forgive a good character if he (or she) does something morally ambiguous for the ones they love? I like complex characters and questions like that. I hope I gave a modicum of competency to exploring the idea.

She groaned and said, “Fine, I have a stranger fantasy. It’s dark. I wake up and notice him in the shadows. I’m freaked out and then he starts saying all these sexy things. How he’s whacked off imagining how it’d be to touch me. How he knows what I sound like when I climax because he’s watched me touching myself. He does all sorts of sexy, naughty things to me and then he just leaves and I never knew who he was.” Ben kissed her temple “See? That wasn’t so bad.” “I’d hate for you to think I’m the boring banker type with no imagination.” His chuckle vibrated against her neck. “The last damn thing you are is boring. So tell me more about these books. Specifically what you don’t like.”

This place is like an escape from the constant worry and protectiveness my three brothers possess. I feel like I've been reading for an hour when in reality, it's been a lot longer. I finally lift my head from the book to notice it is dark out and it's raining. Rain taps the glass as it falls from the night sky. "Excuse me, miss." My eyes focus on the old librarian. Her grey hair is over one shoulder, her brown eyes warm as she says, "I'm sorry, but we're closing now."

“Prepare her for the sex battle and get her in the ring. I’ll be her opponent for the night. The winner gets to fuck his opponent senseless…without a condom.” *** Hello, everyone. This book will probably be released next month so anticipate!!! This time, I have taken note of all your complaints and corrections concerning my previous books and I promise that this one will be a work of art. It’s going to be a very dark romance, coupled with dangerous secrets, fiery pleasure, nail-biting suspense and most importantly, the sexiest Italian men ever written!! ANTICIPATE!!

**DEDICATION** To the dreamers who find solace in stories, To the lovers of dark romance and untamed desires, And to those who embrace both the light and the shadows within; This book is for you. And to myself, ShineeSunshine; For the late nights, the endless imagination, and the courage to weave crimson tales of obsession and love. _______________ **BLURB** Book 1] CRIMSON : 'Il Velo di MINE' {The Veil of Mine} from MAFIA DARK ROMANCE MINE series

Still, the way he said it, like the words made me feel small. “Tell me, Snow,” he pressed, voice dipping lower. “What kind of books do you read?” My stomach dropped and panic fluttered in my chest. If he knew, if he even suspected. The facade I’d built so carefully for my parents would crumble to dust. He couldn’t know that behind closed doors, I consumed more dark romance and filth than any good girl should. The sound of the front door swinging open snapped the moment in half. I blinked, tearing my gaze away just in time to see my dad stride in. Relief flooded me so fast my knees almost buckled.

Chapter Eleven – Dreams That Burn Caelum’s POV It was the kind of dream that left a man hard, sweating, and guilty all at once. I was inside her. Ardyn. Bent over the marble counter in my private bathroom, water misting from the still-running shower, her palms flat, her body trembling, her breath sharp and broken like she was drowning in me. I was buried so deep I forgot my own name, only the sound of hers clawing at my throat like a sin I couldn’t confess.