Dystopian Romance Novels For Adults Novels & Stories

His darting eyes scanning her exposed skin like a predator ready to hunt. "I am here to help you as your therapist." Those caring mercury eyes looking for a single ray of hope. "Then help me to smudge your scarlet lips all over my C****" * Slow burn * Erotic * Dark romance * Mafia romance A story of lust, love, betrayal, and loyalty. Read the book in next chapter.

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Beneath the noise were two people who cared very much for me. DISCLAIMER: This book is rated 18+ and labelled dark romance because it was written for an adult audience with explicit sex scenes and potentially disturbing scenarios. One of the main lead is kind of a pyschopath (the FMC’s word, not mine) and so, he displays behaviours that might be triggering to readers. If any of that upsets you, please refrain from reading. If you go ahead to read, I will not be held responsible for whatever emotions it evokes. In simpler words, this is a dark werewolf romance.

he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“

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I hope that you enjoyed this story. This was one of the first full novels that I wrote. If you have you will also enjoy Across the Desk and the triology that it sparked. it is a dark romance story in which a young woman, Deanna, finds her true love and they forge a bond that not even her insane family can break. The second in the story is Weathering the Storm where their story continues. Then breaking the Eye Wall which they finally find the end of their nightmare together. WEathering the storm is already on goodnovel and Breaking the eye wall will be released in November of 2020.

Betty was beautiful, an orphan who had come to New York to follow her passion of being a health care worker, but instead, fell in love with stripping for money. "Oh.. he was okay." Madison grabbed the plate. "Hey! Go get yours in the kitchen!" Betty yelled with furrowed brows, snatching the plate from her. Madison rolled her eyes and got up reluctantly. "Glutton." She muttered under her breath before disappearing into the kitchen. Madison could barely sleep that night after having dinner. The outline of Killian's dick inside his pants kept her awake. She had never craved for a man's cock as much as she craved his at that moment and she had no idea why.

Eli nodded, because he couldn’t say no, because he didn’t want to. Damian turned him slowly, so they were face to face, breath to breath. For a heartbeat, neither moved. Then Damian kissed him — hard, like punishment, like confession, like surrender. The room fell away. There was no kitchen, no bourbon, no broken promise waiting at home. Just the heat, the grip, the helpless, hungry truth of two men who should have stopped months ago but didn’t — couldn’t — and now stood in the wreckage, making fire from the ruins.

She had a late sociology lab; I was done by one. Friday afternoons were my sanctuary. The only time the house was empty, silent, and completely mine. And I had a ritual. It started a month ago. I'd ordered my first real adult magazine online, discreetly shipped in plain packaging. 'Sinful Nights. It felt like holding contraband. This wasn't the soft-focus suggestive stuff; this was graphic, explicit, a window into a world of unapologetic lust. In our digital age, it felt strangely more intimate, more dangerous, than just pulling up a site.

“Why is it so dark? Please, turn on the lights, Anth.” I hesitated before pressing the soft buttons of the light switch and then the room brightened up. I heard her gasp first before my eyes took in the rose petals and unlit candles on the floor and on various pieces of furniture in the living room. My eyes scanned the room and spotted more rose petals, even the ones leading to the bedroom. The romantic setting of the place made my nervousness spike higher than before. “Did you do this?” I pushed every ounce of nervousness from my body and approached her then wrapped my arms around her shoulder. I placed my face against hers then kissed her cheek, feeling the softness of her skin and inhalin