Good Dark Romance Books Novels & Stories

We were both deep into our favorite meals when he finally said, “the perfect woman has long dark brown hair, thick and wavy or curly, something I can get lost in, and hold onto. It’s pretty much to her ass. She’s a bit shorter than me, but not a deal breaker. Her body is perfectly curvy, full chest, nice ass … she’s NOT a twig. I’m not a dog, I’m not feasting on a pile of bones. She’s smarter than me, she maybe speaks another language. We have to be completely compatible in bed, I mean it’s gotta be on fire. I can’t marry a girl that is boring in bed, shit I’d rather become a priest and I’m an atheist.

So I think we can move from there to a deeper feeling. Christina, the one and only lady of my heart, I know as well that your heart beat faster when you were with me. I'm a vampire, I have acute senses, so you can't hide something like that from me. If this is not a sign that you have at least similar feelings towards me, then you can stab a stake straight into my heart, cut off my head and burn my body to ashes so that I will never rise again. Because if I can't love and adore you for eternity, my life will be completely meaningless. I have been alone for so long that for me rejection equals death. Forgive me for writing such things, and if it sounds like blackmail, but I write everything h

It Awakened a part of her that had laid dormant for a long time, a thrilling feeling that she couldn't put into words. His eyes were compelling as they stare. Harlow couldn't simply bring herself up to tear hers away from his, to look at anything else, anywhere else. How could she? When she was content with just spending the rest of her life only to stare into his eyes, their darkness was addicting in the oddest of ways.

Dark of Night Copyright 2019 Emily Goodwin Chapter One “What do you see when you look at this one?” The doctor holds up a card, showcasing an ink splotch that’s twisted and creepy, with eyes that follow you no matter where you go. I look at it, heart hammering away inside my chest. The mess of ink on the white paper reminds me of the monster that lurks in Nana and Papa’s basement, the one that tried to get Abby and Scott to go downstairs with it.

“This isn’t a romance novel, Lila. It’s my life. And I don’t want sparks with him. I want him to leave me alone.” But deep down, a small, traitorous part of her wasn’t so sure. Meanwhile, Damien stared out at the skyline from his office, a glass of scotch in hand though the sun was barely past noon. Grace Monroe was dangerous not because she could ruin him, but because she could distract him. And Damien Blackwood didn’t allow distractions. Yet for the first time in years, he didn’t feel like a man in control. He felt like a man on the edge of something he couldn’t quite name.

Rion suggests. That earns a laugh from her, but the sound is low and humorless. She tilts her head, and shadows leak from her skin, curling like smoke before retreating back inside. "I’m afraid the Alpha and I aren’t exactly… compatible. My magic is darkness—chaos and decay. Your Alpha here," she jerks her chin toward me, "is pure light. He would absorb my power the same way he absorbed Eris’ chaos and trapped Khaíros."

But then the sunlight dimmed, shadows creeping across the field like ink spilled on canvas. Her face blurred, the edges melting into darkness. A sharp, searing pain tore through my chest as I saw the bright red stain spread across her white dress, blood blooming like a cruel flower. "No! Valentina!" I screamed, my voice breaking, tears burning my eyes. "Please don't leave me! You promised!" Her smile was the last thing I saw before she vanished, swallowed by shadows. --- I jolted awake, heart pounding wildly, sweat plastering my hair to my forehead. The cool night air kissed my damp skin as I tried to steady my ragged breathing. My room was cloaked in darkness, moonlight slipping through the

But no. Red-haired grabs brunette’s neck and kisses her passionately, slow at first, and then it turns heated. Their moans fill my ears as they begin to caress their boobs. Brunette breaks the kiss eventually and I grab red-haired onto my lap and that’s when I see her. The girl from earlier. And suddenly, my worries and anger are forgotten. My cock goes from half hard to rock hard when those green eyes meet mine. I’d recognize those eyes anywhere—after the night I saw how soulless they can be while he was skillfully ending a person’s life.

The moment I did, the darkness was filled with them. Finn’s rough thumb against my cheek. Kelly’s massive frame looming over me. “Nova...” I could hear them in the hiss of the steam, their voices merging into a dark, forbidden demand. In my mind, the fantasy bloomed, violent and intoxicating. A soft, broken moan escaped my lips. My hand slid down my wet belly, my fingers parting my aching folds and sliding straight into the slick, dripping heat of my own desire. I was soaking wet, leaking heavily.

I refused to become another grave marker in that story. Victor. The name floated up like a quiet anchor. He was my old crush from before the supernatural storm swallowed my life. Tall, steady, hazel eyes that once made my stomach flutter in a classroom far simpler than this. Aunt Dolores wanted him for me. He was a lycan prince. He represented an exit from this suffocating cycle of guilt and secret touches in hidden corners. If I kept feeding this addiction with ShadowKing, Jax would eventually come. He would tear through these walls looking for his money and his naughty little nun. But even if he did, Aunt Dolores would never let him near me. She hated everything he stood for. He was cold a