Good Horror Romance Books Novels & Stories

“He’s clearly got you on drugs or something.” “That’s ridiculous. I’m completely sober.” “Are you, Camille? I should give you a test or something.” He checked out the other books. More vampire romance? Where were the werewolves? He saw none. “Wrong,” Dire grumbled. Don’t worry. We’ll get her proper books. Maddox browsed more of the vampire books and realized that they all had the same author. Grace Moon. That was an interesting name.

I shuddered as he pulled me closer, his fingers threading through my hair. His touch burned, but it wasn’t the heat of love. It was the heat of domination. Of control. I didn’t want to admit it—but I felt something stir inside me, something that made my skin crawl and my chest tighten. It wasn’t just fear. It was something darker. Something terrifying.

Aside from the missing crackers with her gumbo, a point that irritates me, service has been very good. My cock throbs, reminding me of sexy little Liv in the next room. I wonder if she’s doing as I asked and keeping her hands off her pussy. I’d heard her fucking herself at the same time I was jacking myself off, and it had been hot as fuck. The memory of her whimpers and moans still haunts me. I’d had no choice but to fist my cock as soon as my hotel door had shut. The sight of her looking so small and nervous and shy in the elevator had me so fucking hard I could barely think.

He whimpered as he looked at his red hands, shaking as the blood dripped down onto her favorite clothes that she had worn specially to celebrate his birthday. The sound of something cracking and breaking filled the air, causing him to look up. A bad wolf was biting on someone’s arm, and they were screaming and fighting back but another wolf got to them. They bite and pull at the man until they split him in two, his blood jumping in the air before falling down like rain. His eyes wouldn’t move from them. They were still biting on him but he wasn’t screaming anymore. They began chewing and a small cry escaped his lips making their red eyes look at him. They let the man go and start walking tow

She screamed, her nails raking down his back as she convulsed around him. His strokes were hard and fast, the bed creaking beneath them as he drove into her again and again. Gizelle met his thrusts, her legs wrapping around his waist and her nails digging into his back. The room was filled with the sounds of their lovemaking, the slap of flesh against flesh and their mingled moans and cries. “Fuck!” he barked, his hand sliding up to cup one of her bouncing breasts. He squeezed the full weight of it, his thumb flicking over the hardened nipple. “You feel so fucking good.”

It’s an old leather-bound book, with a red leather cover and a gold emblem on the front, she turns it to read the spine, “The Parrot and the Hunter. Is this a children’s book or a weird shifter romance novel?” Morpheus laughs, and she sits down and opens it, “Ah, romance novel.” She taps it thoughtfully, “No pictures.” She smiles as Sol flushes and she curls up on the sofa to read, she flips through, “Oh, my apologies, there are pictures.” Sol groans as she takes in the etching of two people clearly fucking each other senseless. “Informative pictures.” Morpheus laughs hard,

Even so, he’d refused to dismount until she was taken away. He’d hoped to have a clearer idea of just what was happening to the cook’s boss as he entered the camp, but he couldn’t move past the pain and sorrow of the spirits that haunted it. That’s why he decided to purify them and send them on their way. Only then would he have a clear channel to the evil that was destroying the man they called Ian. Now, seeing the naked demon woman fighting the flames to get to them, he understood. He was dealing with a demon succubus, not a restless spirit. Demons are often attracted to the darkness of locations where mass death and trauma took place.

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-“

He shook her from his mind and pushed open the doors to the study. The rug-lined room was bigger than B’s above-garage apartment. Floor to ceiling bookshelves dampened any noise B might made in his whiskey search. There didn’t seem to be a single inch of space on any one of the shelves. Books of all colors, textures, and sizes were packed together. In front of the book spines sat hundreds of little treasures–seashells, pocket watches, glass figurines, and carvings of creatures. So many creatures. B let his fingers drift over the book spines: The Picture of Dorian Gray. The Catcher in the Rye. The Odyssey. Brave New World. The Call of the Wild. White Noise. So many stories he’d never read and

​She hit the search button, half hoping to find hidden scientific articles, government conspiracies, or at least news about a rare genetic disorder that caused sufferers to grow excessive hair and howl at the full moon. ​However, her search results were instead flooded with rows of digital book covers featuring shirtless, muscular men and fragile-looking women under the moonlight. ​They all pointed to links for online romance novels. ​Nichole scrolled down her screen, reading the titles inwardly with her eyebrows knitting closer together. ​"Bride for the Alpha" ​"The Wolf CEO's Human Mate" ​"Rejected by the Cruel Alpha" ​"Entangled in the Possessive Lycan's Forbidden Love"