Dystopian Romance Books For Young Adults Novels & Stories

I grabbed my purse and headed out the door, turning back for my book on the kitchen counter; reading books will forever be my first love. At The Tasty Place Diner I found what might be my new inspiration. He was tall, almost roughed, not too soft. I don’t know what to make of what happened. “Mr. Blackwood,” he had signed my book; who was he? He was light skinned. I usually like men a shade closer to purple. His chest was broad, too broad. Usually my men are slimmer. He had lazy eyes that looked intense just when he needed them to be. Bedroom McDreamy eyes... And he smiled like a humming bird, glorious and slick.

Serena approached her bookshelf, her fingers trailing across the spines. She stopped at a worn journal she'd hidden there as a child-her mother's. Pages were filled with vague warnings, hidden meanings, and broken phrases. Pieces she'd never understood until now. She opened it and began flipping through pages. There. A sentence underlined three times: The boy in the shadows will become the fire. She looked up at Damien. "She knew. My mother... she warned me." Damien appeared as if he might break. "Serena, I never wanted to hurt you. I just wanted to protect you from what I was becoming."

He kept going, dragging every ripple of pleasure from me like he had all the time in the world. “Say it,” he demanded again. “Say you’re mine.” I didn’t want to. “You’ll never hate me enough,” he said. “And I’ll never stop wanting to destroy you.” ******************************************* This book is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, organizations, and events are the product of the author's imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real events is purely coincidental. This story contains mature themes, including dark romance, emotional manipulation, and supernatural elements, intended for an 18+ audience. It may include scenes t

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.

heat. It was clear in Andrei eyes, fire and desire and something darker, something that screamed of danger. Zane stepped forward. Andrei didn’t move. He just stood there looking down at the boy that dared challenged him, dared push him, that dared take up residence in his thoughts. The kiss that followed wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t even kind. It was war. It was teeth. It was punishment. Andrei pulled him in with one swift motion, his strong arms around Zane in declaration of ownership, of possession.

I hit send, my heart thudding against my ribs. Almost instantly, the screen lit up. Damon: Do you? I blinked. Aria: Do I what? Damon: Wish I was holding you tonight? My thumbs hovered over the screen. And then I typed, without hesitation— Aria: Yes!!! Sleep refused to come. I tossed and turned under the blanket, my skin too warm, my thoughts too loud. The pendant lay on my nightstand, still glowing faintly like a soft heartbeat in the dark. Every time I closed my eyes, the dreams came rushing back—forests burning, silver eyes watching me from the shadows, flames licking at my fingertips like they knew me.

“She’ll probably spend the whole holiday in here if you let her.” I walked the aisles slowly, trailing my fingers over the books. Classics. Thrillers. A whole section of contemporary romance—Mirabel’s doing, mostly. She’d started collecting them in high school, said they were “escapist but smart.” I’d never read them. Too many happy endings. Too much hope wrapped in pretty words. I pulled one down at random. Dark cover, brooding man in a suit, and title written in gold foil: Claimed by the Billionaire. I snorted softly, then slid it back.

She had drifted off into sleep thankfully. “We'll need to get my father out,” Damien whispered to me. "What do we do?" I asked. Damien pulled me aside. "We will fight back. But first..." He drew in closer and then kissed me hard, his hand sliding under my wet shirt, fingers pinching my nipple. Rain had soaked us from everything but heat between us built fast. "Not now," I whispered. Yet my greedy body leaned in, my pussy aching for his thick cock once again. And I would get it.

Love at first scent. My personal nightmare. But Ellie is beyond excited, and of course I'm excited for her, but as we climb out of the car in front of a gorgeous dress store, I can't help the tinge of jealousy creeping up. This entire experience seems so amazing… The perfect dress, the perfect make-up, the perfect night, the perfect mate. An experience straight out of a fairytale. And the probability that Ellie might find her mate is huge. There is often a bit of an age gap between mates, don't know why, but she-wolves find their mates much earlier in life.