Dystopian Romance Novels & Stories

“Not survival, not love, not desire. But you… you can take it. You’re ready for it. And I’ll be there, testing you, watching you, pushing you… until you know exactly how far you can go.” The city hummed below them, distant and insignificant. All that mattered was Dante, the heat of his body, the magnetic pull between them, and the dangerous fire building inside her. She knew, with absolute certainty, that she could never go back to the life she had before tonight. Because now, she had crossed the first line—and Dante was showing her that every line after this would burn.

My foot brushed his leg under the blanket and I left it there, toes tracing lightly along his calf. “Because right now, with you looking at me like this, I don’t feel like the heartbroken ex. I feel seen. And yeah, a little turned on if I’m being honest.” Dante’s jaw flexed but he didn’t pull back. Instead his hand came down on my ankle, thumb stroking slow circles on my skin. The touch sent sparks straight up to my aching cunt. “Careful with words like that, Riley. You’re beautiful, raw, and sitting here in my cabin after everything… it’s stirring up things I shouldn’t be thinking about my son’s girl.”

He was about to pull away when things were getting pretty intense but she pleaded. “Don’t stop Ronald, I want you....” Raina pulled away from the kiss and let go of her robe. Ronald’s jaw was literally on the carpet. He couldn’t believe what he was looking at. Raina was in red sexy lingerie which enhanced her well-defined bump. Ronald could feel himself getting hard, he was sure a cold shower couldn’t cure his erection this time around. He wanted her so bad. “This is the best birthday gift, my love, I promise to be as gentle as I can.” He lifted her in a bridal style, ready to make love to the Queen of his Heart. The End.........

As brushes touched her skin, foundation blending flawlessly, all she could think about was Daddy’s cock—how it stretched her, how it owned her, how it made her squirt and see stars just minutes ago. “You okay?” Mia asked, blending concealer under her eyes. “You look… distracted.” Isabella smiled serenely. “Just excited. Today’s going to be perfect.” Inside, she replayed every thrust, every command, every filthy word. Daddy’s little princess was getting married.

And in my arms, our daughter stirred, her eyes wide, the golden light in them finally softening into a natural, beautiful glow. Dominic’s hands were shaking as he touched her face, then mine. His eyes searched mine with a desperate, hungry intensity. "We did it." I looked at him, feeling the remnants of that golden heat still pulsing between us. It was a sensation of such intense intimacy that I could feel his heartbeat as if it were my own. I reached up, pulling his head down to mine, and kissed him. It was a kiss of victory, of survival, and of a love that had evolved into something far more dangerous than the Vanguard could ever comprehend.

He offered and handed his pill to me, bringing a bright smile to my face. "Thanks bro." I thanked him, and he winked, rushing out. That was how he saved me, but I knew it was only a matter of time before my secret would be exposed. This was a dangerous path to tread—the type that would bring disaster and death at the end. It was that type of romance that has no happy ending. I knew this, and I should stay away. The best option was to kill her and save myself from falling harder, but my powers are weak in front of her.

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.

Post-Traumatic Romantic Confabulation. The phrase gnawed at me, over and over. And it hurt, because this was supposed to be the moment I finally lived. Alexandra told me not to waste my life in hiding, not to bury myself in lies. I had listened. I had chosen Dorian. I had chosen myself. And now? Now it felt like fate was punishing me for daring to be happy. The man I love is slipping away, piece by piece, until even his love for me might just be… an illusion.

"But I hope that by helping you today, I've taken a step in the right direction." I nodded, unable to find the words to express my gratitude. As we drove away from the battlefield, I felt a sense of relief and exhaustion wash over me. But even as we left the danger behind, I knew that our journey was far from over. We had been through so much together, and I knew that there were still challenges ahead. But as long as we had each other, I knew that we could face anything that came our way. I couldn't believe what was happening. My body was on fire as Alex's lips traveled down my neck, leaving a trail of kisses in their wake. We had just fought for our lives, and now we were falling into a dee

It was like a headily spiced wine that was smooth yet leaves a trail of fire in one’s throat—no, it was like an aged cognac, fragrant and spicy. Crocell dived into his safe place, kissing his beloved angel passionately—tongues clashing against each other in a battle of dominance. Lux may not look like it but he’s quite competitive. He doesn’t like lying down just to take it. He may be faint and dainty but Crocell is fucking sure he has better stamina than him and the demon lives for it. “I will always love you. In any lifetime.” Crocell whispered into his lover’s face who is beautifully contorted in pleasure—they both know whatever they have is bound to end. A demon and an angel? Together? T