Dystopian Romance Books Novels & Stories

⚠️WARNING⚠️:For matured readers only. This book contains explicit sex scenes, betrayal, age gap( 25 and 52), raw heat, dark lust, forbidden love, possessive Alpha, and dominance. This story isn't sweet. It's not gentle. It's raw, dark, built on extreme forbidden tension. If you can't handle heating, knotting, dark fantasies, drenched taboo obsession, sin that should never exist and an Alpha that will go any length to claim what's his… then drop this book now. Because baby? This story is not your usual sugar-coated, easy romance. There’s nothing pure. Nothing safe or wholesome here. Okay… Okay… I’ve warned you enough and you’re still here. Well, buckle up, because by the end of

Across the bed, Roman took her the way he always handled everything: with quiet control and detached precision, claiming her ass without a single word. We moved because we had to. Because that’s what was expected of us. Because the darkness inside needed a body to bleed into. But our minds… our souls… they were somewhere else entirely. Lost in the fantasy of the woman we couldn’t touch. The only one who could truly complete us. The only one who could tame the storm we had become. After the encounter, we left the brothel and got into the self-driving vehicle in silence. The silence had never been this heavy.

But there’s some deeper, perhaps childish part of me that’s taken this as much more: Marcel’s been absent for weeks and the day of my 25th birthday is no different. I sigh, trying to lose myself in the well-worn pages of my copy of Laisha Gardner’s ‘I Am Mustafin’, a story I’ve read countless times before. It’s a favorite of mine, a dark romance dystopian novel of love, loss, and survival set against the backdrop of a war-torn world. I’m so engrossed in the story that I barely register the sound of the door opening. As the familiar figure steps into the room, my heart leaps into my throat.

maybe I’d underestimated it. The sun had dipped below the horizon, leaving the sky inky black, but I hardly noticed. Alessandro was somewhere nearby, probably keeping himself busy, but I was too wrapped up in the pages of this romance novel to care. This one was about some girl—Callie, who’d gotten herself mixed up with this guy, Damian, all brooding and mysterious, the type with a past that could crush him if he let it. But he was in love with her, of course. Only he didn’t say it. Not outright. No, Damian was the kind of guy who spoke in actions, not words.

When we reach the parking lot, I open the door and she shoots me a glare before lifting her gown and stepping in, her aura still brimming with anger. _ _ _ ~ ANASTATIA ~ A baby machine. The thought still clouds my senses. Nothing but a baby machine. Oh, joy! The purpose of marriage is clearly just about reproduction, because who needs love, respect, or mutual understanding? - everything Damien lacks - And, of course, I'm absolutely thrilled to be married to Damien, the love of my life. I mean, who wouldn't adore a guy who's basically a modern-day dictator with a penchant for manipulation?

Alex was the love of my life, and I couldn't risk losing him for a passing fling with a rival billionaire. But the more I tried to push him away, the more persistent he became. And I knew that I was in for a dangerous game of seduction and manipulation, one that could threaten everything that I held dear. As I struggled to resist his advances and keep our relationship a secret from Alex, I couldn't help but wonder: how far was he willing to go to get what he wanted, and would I be strong enough to resist his charms? As the days went by, I found myself drawn to Alex's rival billionaire, Matthew. He was charming, successful, and seemed to genuinely care about me. At first, I tried to ignore th

Finally, College Romance is a wrap but there is actually a book I should have posted before it. The story of their parents titled HER PERSONALITY. It's a short book do I will be updating this soon. 🖤🖤HER PERSONALITY🖤🖤 ___________________________ AUTHORESS RICKY _____________________________ ✍️SYNOPSIS✍️ Not every lady want to be a queen that would be pampered by a man or been boss around or just a full house wife.

Hotel Room Chapter 6 Jake's hands sliding up Jannis's arms sent shivers down her spine, causing her breath to catch. With an equally intense look, she tilts her head back and meets his ravenous gaze. "Jake, I want to eat the forbidden fruit tonight. I want to feel the forbidden love's sweetness." Whispered confessions laden with need and love fill her voice as Jannis comes closer to Jake, her curves molding against his strong torso, and her hands find a firm grasp on his chest.

Every time she faltered, he stopped. “Keep reading, Kenzie. Or I stop.” “You absolute bastard,” she whimpered, but forced her eyes back to the screen. “His return… is both salvation and… ah… corruption…” Damien hummed in approval and fucked her with his tongue, deep and filthy, while his thumb circled her clit. Her free hand fisted in his hair. She was dripping down his chin, thighs trembling, barely coherent by page four. When she finally finished the conclusion, voice hoarse and broken, he rose, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and kissed her so she could taste herself.

I refused to become another grave marker in that story. Victor. The name floated up like a quiet anchor. He was my old crush from before the supernatural storm swallowed my life. Tall, steady, hazel eyes that once made my stomach flutter in a classroom far simpler than this. Aunt Dolores wanted him for me. He was a lycan prince. He represented an exit from this suffocating cycle of guilt and secret touches in hidden corners. If I kept feeding this addiction with ShadowKing, Jax would eventually come. He would tear through these walls looking for his money and his naughty little nun. But even if he did, Aunt Dolores would never let him near me. She hated everything he stood for. He was cold a