Novel & Cerita Dirty Romance Novels Excerpts

He furrowed his brows in confusion. >>>>>>>>>>>>>> From the Author: Hello guys, it's the Author, The story is gradually becoming intense, why did you think Damion, Damon demon's name pull him towards the scene. If you failed to read the Synopsis of the story, please read again. "Unending mysteries" Ever heard of Dark Romance?

" And he went away leaving me shocked. To be continued…. From tomorrow, there's a new journey for Eric and Scarlett, tune in to see the tale of heartbreak, possessiveness, and obsession. A way to their Ruthless Romance. Till the next time Purva Narang (Your author)

It was a fantasy series Mirabel had raved about. I pulled down the dark romance—black cover, gold lettering, with a man in the shadows. The blurb promised forbidden desire and heartbreak. Perfect. I sank into one of the leather armchairs, opened the book, and tried to read. But the words blurred. My mind kept replaying our conversations from dinner. Rhys’s voice. “Alicia Brown.” The way he’d said it—testing, tasting, like he already knew the answer. I closed the book. Leaned my head back, and closed my eyes.

Every step away from that estate feels like a breath I didn’t know I was holding. By the time I reach the dorm, I’m shaking again. I shut the door behind me, toss my bag to the floor, and collapse onto the bed. The kiss. Clara. The whispers. It’s too much. I curl up under the blanket, burying my face in the pillow, Damien’s scent still lingering from the dream that refuses to leave my bones. I’m drowning in a storm I didn’t ask for. And something tells me—it’s only just begun. ⸻

I hope that you enjoyed the new updated story for spicing up the ranch. I have quite a few other books listed on GoodNovel if you're interested in my style of writing. Some are erotic stories such as the assistant, Swedish sugar, the alpha son needs his match, and keeping it within the family. I also have science fiction romance such as Stardust. We also have quite a few other romance styles both in the past like a timeless love. And in the present such as the dangers of dating.

I gasped, my breath catching in my throat as he pinned me against the wall, his touch sending shivers of anticipation racing down my spine. With a wicked gleam in his eyes, Damien leaned in closer, his breath warm against my ear as he whispered, “Let me show you just how much you want me.” I couldn’t deny the heat building between us, the undeniable pull of desire that drew me to him like a moth to a flame. As Damien’s fingers trailed down my body, igniting a fire within me that threatened to consume us both, I couldn’t suppress the moan that escaped my lips, a guttural sound of desire that echoed in the dimly lit hallway.

“Then prove it. Tell me no right now. Tell me you don’t dream of me at night. Tell me you don’t ache every time I leave you alone.” My throat closed. I couldn’t say it. And Damien knew. In one smooth motion, he stood and rounded the table, tugging me up by the wrist before I could stop him. My books clattered to the floor, ignored. “Damien—” He didn’t let me finish. He dragged me between the shelves, deeper into the maze of books until we were swallowed in shadows. His back hit the wall first, and then he pulled me flush against him, his mouth crashing onto mine.

she said quietly. “I will learn what I must,” I answered. Then, because the world still turned while men argued over thrones, I leaned down and kissed Damien, a fierce, precise thing that wasn’t about wanting so much as an oath. It tasted like rain and iron and the small mercy of human warmth. He kissed me back, clumsy and devastating, like a man who’d never been allowed to do something purely for himself. It was not erotic in a way a reader might expect on a bed; it was intimate and alive, a contract in muscle and breath.

He just shut the door behind him and began gesturing into the room, his eyes dragging across every inch of her body. Isadora’s body quivered from within, the look in his eyes stirring up something rough and dangerous within her. But she shut it out. Because… she couldn’t be dripping or desiring him again, like he and his brother didn’t fucking ruin her body like she was theirs to greedily ravish. “So, you are into stuff like this?” Damian asked, raising the book that she was reading. It was a dark romance, and the title was enough introduction about what the book contained.

More… specific. I read romance novels and decided the first step to getting his attention was to make him see me as something other than Jane’s little friend. I started wearing shorter skirts when I knew I’d see him. Tighter tops. I’d pull my hair up to expose my neck, mimicking gestures I’d seen in movies. But he never gave me a second glance. Not until I went for the nuclear option. Last night, I sent him photos. Not just any photos. Explicit ones. Carefully angled, lit by the dim lamp in my dorm room, leaving nothing to the imagination. I sent them to his private email, the one I’d memorized from seeing it on paperwork years ago.