Dead Romantic Book Novels & Stories

Iris's POV I swallowed, my throat felt raw. The taste of him was still on my tongue, whiskey and something darker, something alpha. My own scent was everywhere, too: sweet, the unmistakable musk of an omega in heat. I was lying against his chest on the study sofa. Rafael's hair was a mess, his lips slightly swollen from kissing me, from biting me. The heat had eased, the sharpest edge of it, anyway, the unbearable burning that had driven me down those stairs

I smile sweetly at him. His eyes widen. “How is that romance?” “Well, becuase she falls in love with the new guy, and he loves her. Oh, and be warned, there’s two endings. Happy and sad. Decide the characters fate yourself.” I wink and he sighs. I watch as he opens the book ‘Tainted heat’ By Billiejo Priestley, and begins to read. It’s almost low level smut. I didn’t want to give him something where it goes too indepth, I can save that for next time.

Trigger Warning Hello Lovely Readers, This book may contain content that might be triggering for some. It is a dark romance with degradation, BDSM that doesn’t contain consent within the dynamic (I know, not something I typically have in my book). There are many instances where consent is very dubious and there is kidnapping. Because what fun is writing dark romance without hitting those tropes? I will add to anyone worried, this one does have a HEA because I’m a sucker for that happily ever after and I couldn’t imagine not giving Cass her happy ending.

“I’d be offended if you did.” They stood there, snow falling softly around them, two enemies pretending not to feel the strange pull crackling between them. “You’re a widower,” Nyra said suddenly. Sebastian’s jaw tightened. “Don’t.” “She died three years ago,” Nyra continued, her tone softer now. “I know.” Silence stretched. “You did your homework,” he said. “I always do.” Another pause. Then she smiled again—dangerous, teasing. “Relax, Volkov. I’m not here to kill you. It’s Christmas.”

he smiles pressing his forehead on mine. "You love that book the black tulip by Alexandre Dumas. You always fascinated me with your faves and likes of the works by humans," he trails his finger on my jawline. "So, would you take this stupid ass Alpha as your boyfriend and mate?" he ask again and I could hear nervousness in his voice. I pull him down to me "yes I would love that" he was to kiss me but I stopped him. Our face just inches away from each other "I don't want to hear you calling yourself stupid ass Mate" my nose brushing against his.

"I take care of their petty magic because they're attacking our men with magic but don't worry have cast a spell to stop it." Ashek smile and said that is good so what next? Lame said there a book in this place name the Book Of Darkness, we need to get it then we will turn this kingdom into ours and control it. Rosita as she gets to the palace entrance and she heard Lame and Ashek talking. Rosita was beeping at the side of the open door, Lame sight her and she stopped talking, slowly stand up from the throne while Ashek asked her what happened? "Someone is listening to our conversation!"

I will tell you about the story of how my life was turned up side down. How fate decided to toy with me, and treated me like a ragdoll. Tossing me upside down, taking me to my breaking point. Over and over again. This is not a book for the faint hearted. There will be tragic sadness loss of a mate. The gruesome demon slaughtering. The struggle and realization of a vain reality, of what we presumed our life to be. This book will be deep, dark and sensually erotic.

Ultimately, it was Alice who got someone to deal with my rotting body. "How did it end up like this?" Lucas still couldn't accept the fact that I was dead. The sight of my dead corpse had been too much for him. He fell to the ground in disbelief as he continued mumbling to himself. "Wasn't she still alive and kicking two days ago? How could she die all of a sudden?"

The darkest of black, but these eyes were not the ones I'd fallen in love with. They were cold. Empty. Hollow. Filled with pure hatred. “Damien, you're…” My words were cut off when another gunshot echoed loudly through the cathedral. The pain exploded through my shoulder before I noticed that he had shot me. Damien De Luca shot me. I cried out and stumbled backwards. My bouquet of flowers slipped out of my fingers and landed beside the bloody and cold body of Adrian. My white wedding gown was now covered in blood and dirt. “Ahhh!” I screamed as my eyes burned and blurred. I could see through it to Damien's dark, cold eyes staring directly at me.

No matter how much I tossed and turned and cussed, my mind wouldn’t just shut off. With a frustrated sigh, I sat up and reached for the book on my nightstand—Death’s Obsession. A dark romance. I had picked it up a few days ago but hadn’t had time to start it. I'd heard from countless people how good a read it was, considering it was just a few hundred pages. Now seemed like a good time to read for myself. I curled up under my blanket and flipped to the first page. The story pulled me in instantly. A brutal, obsessive villain. A heroine caught in his twisted love. The tension, the darkness—it was exactly the kind of escape I needed.