Dystopian Romance Books Novels & Stories

It was desire and connection and passion without boundaries, a fire that consumed, held, and electrified them both. By the time the night deepened, they were lying together, bodies entwined, breath mingling, hearts racing, pulses synced. Nina rested her head against Dante’s chest, listening to the steady thrum of him beneath her, a rhythm that promised safety, heat, and endless desire. “You’re crazy,” she whispered softly. “And you love it,” he replied, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple. “I do,” she admitted. “Good,” he murmured. “Because this is only the beginning. The heat, the desire, the fire… it’s not ending anytime soon.”

I’d been warned to steer clear of his work space. But something gnawed at me. Curiosity. I slowly placed the bucket down, and walked carefully towards the desk. There was an open book resting on it. I squinted, trying to make out the faded words. “Mating with a human,” I whispered softly, my eyes scanning the pages. My brows furrowed. He was studying about this. What was between us. I picked the book, bringing it closer till I didn’t have to squint again. “Having a pup with a fated human mate would birth stronger offspring than pups from a chosen she-wolf mate.”

A smile found my lips in the dark behind my closed eyes. Subtle. Secretive. Belonging to no one but me. I was no longer just Georgia Mason, the flawless acquisition, the diamond princess preserved and displayed and maintained to someone else's precise specifications. I had become something else tonight under a bookstore awning in the rain. Something dangerous. Something that had remembered, in the press of warm hands and a mouth that meant what it did, that it was free. She left the water on the marble. The small rebellions are where it starts. -- J

I barely have a second to brace myself when the sharp, immediate pain as he enters me tears through every barrier I’ve wrapped around myself. I bite down on my tongue so hard I taste blood. This is nothing like the slow, romantic seduction I’ve tried so hard to imagine, nothing like the stories I’ve read under my blanket as a girl. There is no build-up, no crescendo of longing, just the raw, prying sensation of being broken open by an impatient man. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to will myself numb, but the sensations force me back into my body with every movement. There is pressure, burning and stretching that makes me want to scream, thrash and tear at him like a feral animal. However, Bl

Everything else was decoration. I had already read through all of the new books Nala had bought me. Every single one. Earlier that afternoon I had finished a romance novel with a Stockholm syndrome trope that had left a strange, sour taste in my mouth. The heroine had fallen for her captor in a slow, inevitable spiral that the author framed as destiny. It had felt like a fairytale version of the nightmare I was currently living. Clean. Romantic. Resolved by the final chapter with declarations and soft lighting. Reality did not work like that.

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com - "Femme Fatale: The Queen Of Chess" (Has similar tech-mafia themes as that was my favourite plotline personally in contemporary romance I'd suggest to give it a read.) "Bitten By A Loveless Noble Vampire" (Is a wonderful dark medieval romance with vampires and other mythological stuff. I love how gory and dark it is with the utmost sexual tension between the duo.) "Criminally God" (Is a Male Lead book with a system, demons and a vampire main character. I was inspired by Eoin Colfer and fused his style with my own and in fantasy genre.)

He asked me, propping himself up on his hand. “Yeah, much better,” I whispered, not wanting to break this moment between us. Placing another of those soft kisses he sat up and said, “I’m going to change.” . . A Gupta . Have you checked out my other books? If you're new, do check out my books. They all are completed and are dark romance with twisted heroes that will make you hate them but by the end of the book you'll fall for them still!! You can start with, Bride To Be and Saved By The Devil.

Except now it was in my kitchen with the weak winter sunlight hitting us through the blinds and my legs wrapped around his waist. It was wrong and yet the most natural thing in the world. It felt right to be like this with him, even when I knew it was going to cause me nothing but pain and heartbreak in the long run. Men like Dion didn't get into relationships with nobodies like me. That kind of thing only happened in romance movies. This wasn't a romance movie. It was my life, and Dion Granger was going to ruin it again. Only this time, I wasn't sure I cared.

I'd gladly shoot the ones who'll tell her otherwise. I busied myself by answering some emails as I sit on the couch in the Great Room, trying my best not to bother the people going back and forth to decorate. It was coming to life now, the wedding. Several flowers and lace and lights. I should feel sick to my stomach now, knowing that in less than three days, I'd be a married man, be Boss of two business, and have Mari as my wife, have her enemies as mine, and mine as hers. It wasn't scary though. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I know that this marriage is real. Somewhere deep inside the rubble of distrust and hate, bad history and vendettas, Mari and I have something real. Sure we might