Dystopian Romance Novels Novels & Stories

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.

WARNING: Dark Romance, Dubious Consent (Drugging/Somnophilia), Supernatural/Beast Content, Choking, Spanking, Breeding, Marking/Biting, Strong Language, Graphic Sexual Content, Creampies, All Holes Used. The sun finally dipped below the jagged horizon of the Blackwood Range, and with it, the human mask I wore during the day began to itch. I sat across from her in our small, cozy cottage-the domestic lie we lived. To her, I was Thorne, the quiet woodsman who had rescued her from the city's chaos. She didn't see the shadow that lived behind my eyes, nor did she feel the way my marrow burned with a hunger that only her blood and her sex could sate.

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

I needed to cut her off. "Look, they're doing the walking around the fire thing." She said. I hummed non committal. "I read about it in this book by Drethi Anis. Five thousand nights of obsession. The book was so good." "You read?" I asked. I had never seen any book in her apartment or caught her with a book. "Yes." She blushed, then quietly. "Romance books." "You don't strike me as the romance type." I looked at her intently. "Is it one of those raunchy books with shirtless men carrying scabbards on the cover."

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

“Who are you and what have you done with the girl who wanted nothing to do with bad boys?” “Nothing… happened, okay?” “Nothing?” I repeated flatly, arching a brow. “Yes, nothing.” She paused. “I mean, we kissed, but—” “Nova!” I tried to laugh but all it did was make my head pound. I wasn’t against Nova having anything with Nolan. They were both adults, and I wasn’t territorial about my husband’s family—Alaric wasn’t even my real husband. I just hoped that whatever was going on between them wasn’t something they were going to regret, whether or not it would blossom into something more.

I got out of bed and headed downstairs, hoping maybe a warm glass of milk would do it. I tried to be as careful as I could not to wake up Alpha Callum. He was a powerful werewolf with intense powers and powerful muscles. A thought flashed in my mind as I held on to the warm glass of milk. Alpha Callum bending me over the kitchen counter, his hands on my waist as he buried his thick cock inside of me over and over again. His voice deeper and commanding as he whispered sweet nothings in my ear. I just know he would be better in bed compared to Adam. He would have a bigger dick too.

I’ve read all your comments, noted all the complaints and have poured all that into my next book. I am thrilled to announce that “The Unwanted Wife: Arranged To The Cursed Alpha”, is on the horizon. In this new tale, you’ll find amazing characters with deep chemistry. It’s a werewolf romance book but I promise you, it’s not the usual story you read every time. Our female lead, Alana, is feisty and passionate. I can’t wait for you all to read about her because I’ve never written about a character I love so much. The male lead, Darius, is just as stubborn as Damian. But there’s a twist. He is everything a woman would want, only if he manages to communicate with Alana who is dying to figure him

The curly blonde-haired girl, on the other hand, was just confused as she sized me up with her eyes. My eyes were locked on the handsome Alpha prince, so sexy and domineering with his Alpha aura filling the air. He had that bad boy enticing appearance that most ladies would love and his dreamy hazel eyes cute, but right there, I knew he wasn't for me. His eyes were brimming with disgust and anger as they gawked at me even with my mate scent.

His breath was fire against my skin. Damian’s body pinned me to the mattress, his grip bruising, his movements relentless. His scent clouded my senses, flooding my lungs, drowning me in him. His lips crushed mine, a kiss that wasn’t gentle. It was raw, possessive, claiming every gasp, every moan, every last shred of resistance I had left. I arched beneath him, my fingers digging into the taut muscles of his back, nails raking against his burning skin. His body was a furnace, hard and unyielding, pressing me deeper into the silk sheets.