Is One Dark Window A Romance Novels & Stories

Cassian’s fingers traced my bottom lip, smearing something warm across my chin. Blood. Not mine. His voice was a low purr against my trembling mouth. “Now,” he murmured. “You’re finally mine.” The light flickered. The shadows moved. And then— That was it. Blackness consumed the room. Darkness swallowed us whole. THE END THANK YOU FOR FOLLOWING THIS SERIES TO THE VERY END. Author I*******m @agkbooks

Maddox I didn’t even see it coming. One minute I was staring out the window, thinking about the sky, the water, the warmth of the setting sun—and the next, Maddox was leaning in, his hand curling under my chin like it belonged there. And then his mouth was on mine. Not soft. Not gentle. Not even hesitant.

"What do I need to do, sir?" His expression grew even darker. "Are you in for this bet?" "I'll leave it to your discretion," I answered. That response seemed to infuriate him. I could see his grip on his wine glass tighten, his knuckles turning white. "Fine, let's bet." The cards were dealt, and the game was on. I did not get the rules of the game, but the vibe? That I could read like an open book. Everyone was as still as statues, barely breathing.

His eyes were still glowing but the murderous aura had dissipated. “ Dark?” she called his name to make sure. “ I am okay love. Just thinking about it makes my blood boil” said Dark. He untangled himself from her and drew her into his arms. “ I won't let him take you. You are mine” said Dark as he tilted her head and claimed her lips. He expected her to resist him but she did not. Marissa moaned into the kiss. This sent vibrations into Damian’s croutch. He led her to the bed and laid her down then he crawled on top of her and started kissing her again.

My n*pples were rock hard from the friction of being rubbed against the glass and it only turned me on more. My heavy breathing started to fog up the window and I couldn’t help but look down at the people in the street, making sure that none of them could see us. Sensing that I had got distracted a little, Roman slid his d*ck all the way out of me and then r*mmed it back in, hard, r*ugh, deep, and sent me flying against the window. ‘Boring you am I?’ He growled in my ear. I smirked and leaned back to catch his lips in a kiss before answering him;

⚠️🔞 TRIGGER WARNINGS (DARK ROMANCE): ⚠️🔞 This is a DARK ROMANCE book with heavy, raw, and non-traditional themes. It contains highly sensitive content that some readers may find uncomfortable, triggering, or disturbing. This includes, but is not limited to: Domestic abuse and physical violence Forced marriage and extreme possessiveness Non-consensual/forced sexual situations and breeding themes Explicit sexual content (18+) Very strong language and toxic dynamics

I close the windows first because Its cold but before I close the curtains I make out a silhouette of a person running in the dark. Maybe its just a coincidence? "Or maybe he's the one who left that note." Snow says and I can feel her panic through the bond. I sit on my bed and carefully open the note... It reads : I love the dark better than the light, I love how you'll never sense the danger lurking in it. I saw you tonight, looking beautiful and care free and all I can tell you is this : savour the moments you still have because they won't last. Why are you making this so hard? Do you want people to die because of you? Is it not enough that you caused the death of many innocent people whe

This isn’t a dark romance love story built on sweetness. It’s built on denial. On want. On the kind of hunger that doesn’t ask for permission even when you want it to. MARA LENNOX’S P.O.V. The Rink Bar, Post -Game I notice him before I let myself notice him. Shit! If that’s even a thing?

√Dark Romance √18+ [Harsh words, blackmailing, capturing] √No degrading, rape or violence by the Male lead, Romanticising abuse. [I don't write such stuff] Blurb: "Sorry, it was a dare", that's what I utter after the passionate kiss. I can still feel the familiar taste of that familiar mouth. He still feels the same, he still kisses me like there's no end, he's still passionate and possessive when he holds me in his arms. But he still doesn't look the same. A devilish smirk appears across his fierce face, his eyes darkening at me, making my breath catch. I'm still obsessed with the way he looks at me.

Yet Dominic had let slip something I never knew about them this morning—Wyres heal when they’re physically close to one of their own. There’s still so much I don’t know about them. Slipping out of bed, I lean against the edge of my window, my wolf whining to get out. If I close my eyes, I can almost imagine myself bounding through the trees, with Tristan at my heels like we’ve done a thousand times before. But when my eyes open, I’m still here. Still caged.