Novel & Cerita Good Horror Romance Books

I was going to be sick. All those romance novels she loved, the ones where the heroine hastily fell in love with some dangerous man who had a dark past, suddenly weren’t very sexy when it was real. When the danger wasn't metaphorical. When the blood he had on his hands wasn’t just a metaphor. I’d seen him shatter bones the night before. Saw him break another man’s leg, without a second thought. And the worst of it, what had my stomach turning with something I didn’t want to be calling revulsion, was that I wasn’t disgusted.

It was scorching like a flame and if auras could be tasted, hers would definitely be bitter. I shuddered, walking over to the first aisle to check it out. The first book that caught my attention was Blood, Pawns and Obsession. It was a dark romance by Rylie Martin. I had one of my projects on hold because I wanted to read this book and get into the head of the psychotic male lead, so I would understand him better and be able to execute my plotline to my taste. The grin on my face unconsciously widened, and I brought the book to my nose, sniffing it in.

This was Dante Moretti, and after the stunt I pulled downstairs, there was a huge chance the boxes contained my worst nightmare. Regardless, I dragged them inside, making a mental note to take another shower to wash off the fine beads of perspiration coating my skin. Whispering a quick prayer to whoever cared to listen, I picked up my face blade and opened up the first box. My breath caught in my throat. Before me were rows and columns of carefully arranged books, most of the covers bearing sweaty, half-naked men and women in different stages of copulation, and the ones that didn’t had dark covers with obscure details that were covert yet somehow let you know exactly what the book was about.

I could basically see her full body and those pink nipples and so, even without thought, I pounced on her and started kissing her and as if she was waiting for me, she pushed me on the couch because we couldn't get to the bed. Our rooms are suites with everything except a kitchen. Anyway, once I was on the couch, she pounced on me and damn! Her lips were dipped in honey and I flipped her and it was me on top and I knew that I was getting some until we heard a shout. Even before I could turn, I was yanked from her and thrown and I hit the floor with a thud and I landed on my left hand and I felt the bone snap and I screamed. “What the hell are you two doing?" Mr Guerrero.

The memory of his and Light’s death, and the lingering stench of blood still assaults her senses. However, despite the overwhelming horror, she knew she had to escape the haunted mansion alive if not for the sake of anything, but for her baby. As she masturbated, Zane and Jaxon watched her. Soon, they began to touch her body lewdly. Jaxon’s black fingers caused Red’s body to tingle and the way Zane squeezed her breasts roughly till the line of pleasure and fear began to blur in her mind, nearly left her whimpering. She was unbelievably horny. Her clit was throbbing and she was on the verge of cumming.

No, they can't be. My confused thoughts were cut off as he lowered his head towards her, then sunk his fangs into her neck. Images flashed before my eyes. In the images, I was the girl and the strange guy was sinking his fangs into my neck instead. I gasped for air as panic overtook me. Suddenly a hand grabbed the top of my head, and another held onto my shoulder. My head jerked to the side and a searing pain shot through my neck as fangs pierced through my skin. The world once again began to slip away from me as darkness dragged me away from eternal light.

TRIGGER WARNING! This series contains a lot of controversial subjects that may trigger or upset some readers. This is the clear warning that this book will cover many situations such as: Kidnap, Stockholm Syndrome, R*pe/ Sexual abuse, Death, Miscarriage, Abortion, Extreme Sexual content (both mentioned and described in detail) Cheating/ Affairs, LGBTQ relationships and a relationship between family HOWEVER it's not technically incest as they are NOT blood-related. If any of these subjects upset, trigger, distress or anger you then take this as a warning NOT TO CONTINUE READING.

It was then that she spotted the ancient spell book her grandmother gifted her on her fifteenth birthday and hope sprung forth. “I can think of only one thing to do to keep ye from his grasp and, possibly, reverse -or at least lessen- the bloodlust ye have,” Agatha said with an anxious tone. “I recall seeing something in this book my grandmother gifted to me. She was a powerful witch.” “Please hurry,” Kira struggled to say in a voice that echoed with a male tone. Agatha grabbed the spell book and quickly flipped through the pages while she warily moved away from her friend whose emerald green eyes were displaying flecks of dancing red light.

“When I broke up with Rian, this dark and heavy thing began to surround me in my dreams, and I've felt it from time to time ever since. I just realized that the same dark thing only disappeared when I began having hallucinations of Rian" “Well, that’s both bad and useful news sis. I checked every letter you sent, and I found a book online that had the same words. A cult member posted a few pages of the book and they matched the ones on the letters. I think your ex is part of that cult, and he’s the one haunting you”.

It was because my readers had become so attached to my novels that they started to ship my characters, and they have learned to absolutely love and follow the author behind my books. But now, every single thing changed abruptly. My romance novel suddenly turned into a gruesome horror, which I am not good at. But we were all so astonished once I have submitted the novel-turned-horror-story, as I was able to make the hairs on their skin stand and sent chills down to their spine, which means it was perfect. But that was not what I was known for. I became popular for romantic genres, so it was never a perfect idea to suddenly make the transition into something different and unnerving.