Dystopian Romance の小説・ストーリー

My skin crawls from her, as I grip my nails to the table. “What the hell are you talking about Dustin?” I asked him trembling, while I knew that I could also live a life without him. And now he surprises me with his cute and beautiful words. “I'm demanding that you marry me and raise Austin together!” He yells at me while I still can't say yes. "I'm sorry. "I answered looking at the ground."I can't live next to you if you don't love me. “So you haven't read my letter?” He asks me, rising from his seat, as he raises one of his thick eyebrows.

she chirped, clicking play. As the story unfolded, with its sweeping landscapes and tense romantic dialogue, she felt herself being drawn in. Then came the first intimate scene. It was artfully shot, but raw and passionate. A slow, warm flush began to spread through her body, a familiar ache of arousal coiling deep in her belly.

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.

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.

And when they arrived, Nina would be waiting, ready to welcome them into her dark embrace, forever entwined in the haunting cycle of horror and lust. THE END. THANK YOU FOR FOLLOWING THIS SERIES TO THE VERY END. Author I*******m @agkbooks

I closed my eyes, surrendering to the inevitable as his presence overwhelmed me, the whip, the wax, the bond—all of it pulling me deeper into the abyss where I no longer recognized myself. And somewhere in the distance, I could hear my own voice—weak, trembling—whispering a single word: yes. 9 LENA The air around us shifted, growing hotter, suffocating, as if the room itself were breathing with us, fueled by some unseen flame. Cassian’s presence felt like a wildfire, a destructive, consuming force that threatened to reduce everything to ash. The heat of his body pressed against mine, and the burn of it spread, crackling in the space between us, setting my skin on fire.

“But I feel this child moving inside me. And I feel you. I will not run away. Not yet.” Darius pulled him into a deep, desperate kiss. Relief and hunger flooded through their bond as they clung to each other. Outside the windows, the blood moon continued to hang heavy and watchful in the sky, as if waiting to see whether their union would save the Lycan world or bring about its end.

Alex talked endlessly about becoming a famous writer someday. Evelyn told him she just wanted a peaceful life. “You deserve more than peaceful,” he told her once. Sometimes he rested his head on her lap while she read out loud from his favorite novels. Sometimes he looked at her so intensely that it made her nervous. “You know your problem?” Alex said one evening. Evelyn raised an eyebrow. “What?” “You fall in love too easily.” She laughed. “That’s not a problem.” Alex didn’t laugh back. “It can be.” But Evelyn didn’t understand what he meant.

After that, it grew larger and shot straight toward Derrick. Derrick sensed something was wrong and immediately retreated. However, the meteor hammer chased after him relentlessly, striking again and again. Derrick staggered under several blows, crying out in pain. When he realized he could not win, he dove into a coffin and refused to come out. Outside, the meteor hammer slammed against it again and again, each strike driving the coffin inward until the lid began to cave. "Stop! Stop! I give up! Ximena is yours. She's just trash anyway!"

I might be his significant other, or whatever he called it… But that didn't mean he loved me. Gwen was imagining things. I turned to leave when I noticed a book on the desk, and on the cover were stickers with the letters R & S decorated all over it. R and S. The exact letters I saw on those necklaces around Ryder's neck. If the letter S was for his significant other, and I was the one he was talking about, could it mean that this book had something about both of us in it? “Buis, don't you think I'm too comfortable with the fact that this man calls me his significant other?” I mumbled with a sigh as I picked it up, my eyes narrowing at it.