Is One Dark Window A Romance Novels & Stories

, she said looking at him with a different kind of emotion in her eyes which Samrat is failed to read for the first time. She is saying thank you for being on her side when she has no one around and sorry for not having the potential in her to love him back. Even she wants to give him a chance but she can't. She is not that matured to forgive him . The things he did to gain her are forgivable. Now also she can't predict that how moch extent he can go for her . The love which is turned out to be very dark for both of them . "HIS DARK LOVE ".

I nudged him, snickering, and his brows arched as his eyes lit. "Me? I don't even have any girlfriends, and for fucking sake, I am still too young for that " he laughed, and I joined. "Your son will really need those fatherly tones you just used to advise me. At some point, I thought my father was the one speaking. One thing I want you to know is that I can't fall in love, and you see that wolf girl? There's nothing between us. If you want a proof, I can show you," I smirked, turning my face to the window.

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.’

Her scent clung to the sheets, sweet and faintly floral. After a few hours, sleep had eventually come. I stirred hours later on the bed and realised that where she lay beside me was empty. My eyes shot open. The room was quiet, shadows shifting with the faint flicker of the dying fire. Then my gaze found her by the window. The storm was still roaring outside, howling loudly. Everything outside the glass is nothing but white chaos. She stood there, completely still with my white polo draped over her body. It barely covered her thighs, and the hem lifted slightly each time the wind rattled the windowpane.

He just shut the door behind him and began gesturing into the room, his eyes dragging across every inch of her body. Isadora’s body quivered from within, the look in his eyes stirring up something rough and dangerous within her. But she shut it out. Because… she couldn’t be dripping or desiring him again, like he and his brother didn’t fucking ruin her body like she was theirs to greedily ravish. “So, you are into stuff like this?” Damian asked, raising the book that she was reading. It was a dark romance, and the title was enough introduction about what the book contained.

“However, I’m not the one with a harem.” Tiernan frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “It means…” She stroked his face with her fingertips. “It means I’m the one who has the right to be jealous. I have to share you with five other women, plus who knows how many on your trips.” “I haven’t slept with anyone since taking you as a companion.” He made the admission gruffly, as though he didn’t like giving her that information. Madison sighed. “Except for one night.” Firming her mouth, she said, “It doesn’t matter who you were with. You owe me nothing.”

"Because I haven't broken you yet. Because I let you keep that fire in your eyes." "You couldn't put it out if you tried," she breathed. "Is that a challenge?" He didn't wait for an answer. He lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her toward the floor-to-ceiling window. The city lights of New York blurred behind them, a million indifferent witnesses to the chaos about to unfold. He pressed her back against the cool glass. The contrast—the cold window against her spine and the scorching heat of Dark’s body against her front—made her head spin.

He didn't let her escape it and wanted her to see the torment. He had a full list of her to choose from and death seems to be the only easy choice. At that time she had not even accepted him yet but they had gotten so close to each other already,,, she was already sneaking out on a date with him--even when she didn't want to, she couldn't dare to reject... The attraction was all there and the one time she even dared to reject it, Dante had burst through the window to her own room and made her accept. Their relationship at the office was a mess.. not the usual lovey dovey type but a different type--the dark romance was something that set the fire in the relationship.

Her breast was rubbing on his shirt, making the tip hardened more. The only light in the room was the lights of the candle. Then he turned the night lamp on, on the best side table and then he stood up leaving her almost naked on the bed. She felt strange and disappointed as he walked towards the glass window wall and pulled the curtain covering the window. Then He walks back to her, his eyes have turned dark staring at her with adoration, admiring at him. Momentarily, his eyes filled with lust and life. She was waiting for him as he got closer. He is dangerously handsome and he is her. Only her.

… Author Tina Nwuba: “This is a dark romance book, readers. So, expect the worst to happen. I hope you have your cups of popcorn and are seated for the next actions! <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠>”.