Darkly Romantic Novels & Stories

Juliet tried to ignore the feeling of his eyes on her as she moved about the kitchen to grab a packet of hot chocolate powder to add to her coffee. They ate in silence, and Juliet felt tense in the quiet. She glanced at him as he took a large gulp of his coffee. "How can you drink that?" She was unable to hide her disgust at the black liquid and relaxed when he let out a laugh as he pointed at the homemade mocha in front of her. “Black coffee is good. Dark roast is best, but your weak medium will do.” He said as he nudged her side with his elbow. “How can you drink that? You made it a cup of pure sugar.”

Lemuel and Inara smiled at each other and sang along to Enya’s Flora’s Secret; Lovers in the long grass Look above them Only they can see Where the clouds are going Only to discover Dust and sunlight Ever make the sky so blue Afternoon is hazy River flowing All around the sounds Moving closer to them Telling them the story Told by Flora Dreams they never knew The interlude of the music played as the city architectures whipped past them. Tall corporate buildings, banks, ATM stands, call boxes, gardens and parks. “I want a boy.” said Lemuel. “I want a girl.” said Inara and they smiled and joined Enya’s voice to sing;

As he turned the lock and opened the door, I was welcomed with a strange combination of Vanilla and Jasmine’s fragrances, making me forget all the worries that entangled my mind and suffocated my life, I totally gave up my senses to the most exotic scent I could have had smelled. Brandon entered the room and I was still lifted in his arms in a bridal style, as I roamed my eyes around the enormous room, I was intimidated to see the surroundings engulfed in dim red lights, escalating a dreading aura immediately. Everything in here; from walls to the bedsheet was painted in bright crimson red. It heightened a foreign absurd feeling inside me that I couldn’t understand. One thing that shook me f

X18+ ahead please, if you're not comfortable with such scenes, skip it! This is a dark romance book. Damon plundered Neah's lips like a hungry beast. Lifting her up in his arms as Neah wrapped her legs around his waist, his fingers brushes towards her back as he caresses the soft skin. "Hmmm Dam-- Damon~~"Neah said with shaky and unsteady breaths. Her hands ran through into his soft silky black hair as she moaned into his lips.

Dark romance is not for the faint of heart. It’s love dressed in shadows—seductive, savage, and unforgiving. It doesn’t bloom in sunlight but thrives in obsessions, in secrets whispered at midnight, in bruised skin and broken vows. It is a battlefield where hearts are used as weapons, where pleasure walks hand in hand with pain, and danger is the price of desire. He’s the villain in a tailored suit. The monster hiding behind a beautiful face, The man who kisses you like salvation and punishes you like sin.

"Is it scaring you?" "I don't want you to loose your innocence." I inhaled her divine scent. "Doesn't mean I can't enjoy the doom of my enemies..." She whispered on my lips. "I am here to take care of your enemies... You don't have to do your hands dirty." She is already in my dark world but I don't want her to get consumed by it. This darkness shouldn't dim her light. She gently placed her lips on mine, making me drink the wine from her mouth. Her lips moved like rhythm.

I couldn’t breathe, my lungs refused to draw in a breath. Dante’s voice was quiet and dangerous, rough with warning as he said, “Because I missed you.” He directed a cold smirk at me as he added, "Little sister." _____ Hello, dear readers. I write Dark Romance- about mafia, bully, arrange marriage, obsessed anti-heroes that you'll always fall in love with. And the theme of this book is the same. But this is the first time I am writing a book with mmfm. And if you skipped the Introduction, please note, this book will be DARK, with various themes you might not be comfortable with. A. Gupta

However, his back blocked my view as we were caught up in another world. I could barely notice myself as his body totally shrouded mine. I could see the way his hand held my waist and another was placed on the elevator wall. It was like this popular ‘dark romance’ movie. Exactly like Fifty Shades Of Grey and a tinge of Fifty Shades Darker. Only with the difference that this was dangerous. Just like the book, Hellbound With You, where Alexander Quin declared Abigail as his Little lamb. I didn't just feel like a lamb. I felt like something vulnerable. Something the devil has branded with those sinuous lips.

"What do I need to do, sir?" His expression grew even darker. "Are you in for this bet?" "I'll leave it to your discretion," I answered. That response seemed to infuriate him. I could see his grip on his wine glass tighten, his knuckles turning white. "Fine, let's bet." The cards were dealt, and the game was on. I did not get the rules of the game, but the vibe? That I could read like an open book. Everyone was as still as statues, barely breathing.

“Are you ready to become a Villamonte, my beloved wife?!” Dark asked, his voice deep, serious, and dripping with intent as he slowly opened the car door for Roxane. Like a classic gentleman in modern times—mysterious, handsome, and dangerously appealing to any woman’s heart. His gaze was sharp yet warm, as if he was examining Roxane’s entire being. As if he wanted to ask, are you also ready to fall for me? Roxane swallowed hard. She didn’t know if it was because of Dark’s deep voice or the adrenaline rushing from everything happening between them. She felt like she was suddenly the main character in a teleserye that had become real.