Enemies To Lovers Dark Romance Books Novels & Stories

Not dark and dangerous. “Have you done this before?” He walked back toward me slowly, gently tapping the blindfold against his palm. I shook my head, unable to speak. I stepped back slowly as he approached. His gaze was dark and predatory—and I loved it. I really did. “Shall I be the first?” he asked. I didn’t know whether to say yes or no. I stopped when my back hit the wall and leaned against the cold tile. “I’ll take your silence as a yes, kitty,” he smirked. One hand traced lazy patterns along my hip while the other rested on the wall above my head. He leaned in close—so close I could still smell champagne on his breath.

My library professor whose deep commanding voice made my thighs clench during lectures. The man I’d fantasized about bending me over these very tables and fucking me senseless until I can’t remember my name. I opened the book, and the dedication page read: For those who crave quiet darkness.” My breath hitched. I flipped to the next page and started reading. “She knelt before him in the silence of stacks, skirts pushed high, panties already soaked. “Read it out,” He ordered. “Every filthy word, while I taste how wet you’ve become for me.”

The hockey world was small and memories were long and it took less than an hour for someone to connect the dots publicly. My phone buzzed, it was Patricia. "Elena." Her voice was strained. "I just saw the news. Please tell me you know what you are doing." "I know what I am doing," I said. "Alexander St. James." She paused. "Damien's biggest rival." "I know who he is, Patricia." "This is going to provoke Damien badly." "I know that too." "Elena, you have to be careful—" "It is going to provoke him into signing the divorce papers faster," I said quietly. "That is the whole point."

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“Don’t you dare Ryan.” He smirked, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Oh, I think I will… but not here. Not with the guys around.” “Tsk,” I muttered, though my chest was pounding. “I knew it, you are always plotting.” He laughed softly, brushing his fingers over the back of mine, dangerously close. “Maybe but I guess you love it. Right?” I groaned and shoved him lightly, though I didn’t pull away. “Stupid racer.”

, she said looking at him with a different kind of emotion in her eyes which Samrat is failed to read for the first time. She is saying thank you for being on her side when she has no one around and sorry for not having the potential in her to love him back. Even she wants to give him a chance but she can't. She is not that matured to forgive him . The things he did to gain her are forgivable. Now also she can't predict that how moch extent he can go for her . The love which is turned out to be very dark for both of them . "HIS DARK LOVE ".

Masseur I bid you welcome Did you think that I would harm her? Why would I make her pay, For the sins which are yours?! Order your fine horses now! Raise up your hand to the level of your eyes! Nothing can save you now Except perhaps Christine Start a new life with me Buy his freedom with your love Refuse me, and you send your lover to his death This is the choice! This is the point of no return! The tears I might have shed for your dark fate, Grow cold and turn to tears of hate!

A mateless she wolf who's hardly connected to her wolf and a rogue Alpha Lycan who's fully in touch with his wolf. What a strange friendship!.

Still clinging to the illusion that life was black and white, that desire could be filed away like paper in a drawer. Back in New Orleans, I was the girl people barely noticed. A bookworm with oversized glasses, more familiar with fictional romances than real ones. I hadn’t even kissed anyone properly, let alone... anything more. I thought sex was messy, uncomfortable, something to avoid. The thought of giving myself to someone... I mean, letting a guy inside me used to make my stomach twist, but not in a good way. And then I met Damian Holt. He was magnetic. Impossible to look away from. Tall, devastatingly handsome, with dark blue eyes that could burn straight through your soul. One glance