Good Dystopian Romance Books Novels & Stories

The night just fell making the whole room turned darker as Damon already broke the lamps but the moans of pleasure and growls of satisfaction filled the darkroom with only the proof of a big bad alpha. Damon knight claiming his only precious possession as his. But not as a possession but as his love. His first and last love. Damon fell on her sweaty body as they both ride their pleasure and came to an end. His face was dug deep inside her crook. The effect of drug turned off and his body started to get tired. But his heart still wanted to have her again and again. Moving away he stared at her face as her breathing was calmer than before. She opened her tired eyes and stared in his dark gaze

com - "Femme Fatale: The Queen Of Chess" (Has similar tech-mafia themes as that was my favourite plotline personally in contemporary romance I'd suggest to give it a read.) "Bitten By A Loveless Noble Vampire" (Is a wonderful dark medieval romance with vampires and other mythological stuff. I love how gory and dark it is with the utmost sexual tension between the duo.) "Criminally God" (Is a Male Lead book with a system, demons and a vampire main character. I was inspired by Eoin Colfer and fused his style with my own and in fantasy genre.)

I am better off being a free woman, bound to a man, than having to endure untold hardship in prison for a crime I know nothing of. Given what I've learnt so far about Damon, I'm sure he would go to any lengths to make sure I suffer hell in prison. Marrying him couldn’t be the worst, right? What could go wrong?

maybe I’d underestimated it. The sun had dipped below the horizon, leaving the sky inky black, but I hardly noticed. Alessandro was somewhere nearby, probably keeping himself busy, but I was too wrapped up in the pages of this romance novel to care. This one was about some girl—Callie, who’d gotten herself mixed up with this guy, Damian, all brooding and mysterious, the type with a past that could crush him if he let it. But he was in love with her, of course. Only he didn’t say it. Not outright. No, Damian was the kind of guy who spoke in actions, not words.

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The last filthy offering before I torch this whole game to ash. I mean, I've been crushing on Victor since highschool, I should be happy that I am going to marry him, despite the fact that it's a contract marriage. I've been hoping for the both of us to get together and now that the prayer has been answered, I've lost my taste in him and it's all because of a hot stranger named Shadowking. Then the phone lights up. ‘Perfect ruin. Your melodious screams always fix every broken thing in me. But we're not done.’

The heat is burning through me now, every nerve ending on fire. "Look at you," he murmurs against my skin, his teeth grazing my pulse point. "All dressed up like a beta, but underneath..." He yanks my shirt open, exposing my chest. "Underneath, you're just a desperate little omega, ready to be bred." His words should disgust me, but instead they make me moan. My hips roll forward, seeking friction, seeking him. Dominic chuckles, a dark, possessive sound that vibrates through my entire body.

He groaned deeply, burying himself inside me as he followed, spilling into me with a broken curse. We stayed like that, breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat and blood and heat while a dead body in the pool of his own blood stayed on the floor watching us fuck. When he finally pulled back, reality crashed in. The body. The blood. The mess. I slid off the counter, legs weak, heart heavy. “I hate you!” I said quietly. Damien looked at me, wounded in more ways than one. “I know,” he replied.