Lights Out Book Dark Romance Novels & Stories

The girl stood alone and looked at Lux from a distance. "Oh, you bastard, the old man! He did it again!” Rosa who berated her boss. It was obvious that she was very upset with her boss. After that, Lux who was wearing an all-black outfit with short shorts, a short-sleeved shirt, along with black gloves. Not to forget, she wore frye boots and also changed her hairstyle into a ponytail. The blonde-haired girl entered a closed place and gathered with several people wearing all black. She lined up like the others and standing near a man with light brown hair. TO BE CONTINUED…

“Prepare her for the sex battle and get her in the ring. I’ll be her opponent for the night. The winner gets to fuck his opponent senseless…without a condom.” *** Hello, everyone. This book will probably be released next month so anticipate!!! This time, I have taken note of all your complaints and corrections concerning my previous books and I promise that this one will be a work of art. It’s going to be a very dark romance, coupled with dangerous secrets, fiery pleasure, nail-biting suspense and most importantly, the sexiest Italian men ever written!! ANTICIPATE!!

When I landed on the bed, Oliver had took off his black shirt completely, while I removed my hoodie and t-shirt, both with a motif of rose wrapped in a wreath of thorns. Then Oliver leaned over me, starting to place gentle kisses on my abdomen and belly, his lips moving slowly upward. With hands, he efficiently unbuttoned my bra, and just in time, as his lips began to caress my breasts alternately. My body was engulfed in fire as I felt his caress, and I ran my hands over his back and torso as well, then weaving my fingers through his hair to pull him slightly upwards as I wanted to taste his lips again.

" My mother sat frozen on the ground, her gaze empty as she stared at the check. Samuel's silhouette faded away. The blood on my mother's arms and legs had turned to a dark crust. The relentless sun baked her, turning her skin a deep red. Time seemed to stand still until, at last, she stirred. She lowered her head and let out a cry of despair so raw, it echoed the pain of a creature in its final moments. "Yocelyn, how could you have loved a man like that?!" Beneath the harsh sun, I broke out in a cold sweat. My heart ached as I stayed by my mother's side, wishing I could wrap her in my arms and shield her from the world. However, to protect a man like that…

I pushed it open wider. The room was cool and dark, shelves towering like silent guardians. I flicked on one small switch on the wall, and amber lights pooled across the entire room and over the shelves. My eyes ran through the sections—romance section, classics and thrillers. I ran my fingers along the spines, looking for something thick, something to lose myself in until sleep finally came. I saw a first-edition Jane Austen. A modern dark romance with a brooding cover. It was a fantasy series Mirabel had raved about.

But when she pulled a condom out of her dessert drawer and threw it to me, it was high time for me to go home - without a condom. I spent the evening in my room over my books and the new journal that Historia brought out every month. But as soon as I crawled under my covers to sleep, my thoughts were back on Nick and his brother. That didn't change either when I sat sleepily in the kitchen over my cereal the next morning while Uncle Roderick turned the toast in the toaster into coal again. "You shine so brightly today," he remarked. As always, he missed the burnt smell that wafted through the kitchen.

(Lucas’ Pov– A Few Days Ago) The dim glow of the fireplace cast flickering shadows across the walls, illuminating the room in a soft, eerie light. Outside, the waves crashed against the rocky cliffs of the island, their relentless rhythm matching the simmering rage that had lived inside me for years. I leaned back in my chair, swirling the amber liquid in my glass as Rico sat across from me, his fingers tapping against the polished wooden table. His dark eyes studied me with a mix of curiosity and unease.

I could see the delicate rise and fall of her chest, her lips parted, eyes wide with a mixture of fear and something darker. Something willing. I wanted more. I reached for the small, darkened candle sitting on the nearby table. The wax gleamed under the dim light, a sharp contrast to the shadows that consumed the room. I could feel her eyes on me, tracking my every movement. I turned back to her, my gaze never leaving hers. The flicker of the flame caught her attention, and her breath hitched, her chest tightening.

She stuttered, “Off… off the lights.” Laurence's fingertip stayed on her forehead for a long time as he looked at her knitted brows. “Aren't you afraid of the dark?” Zoey didn't want him to see her face when she was turned on. It was something she couldn't control. They were like the most intimate lovers in bed. She said a little breathily, “Switch it on again after we finish.” Laurence kissed her ear. It seemed like he liked her ear very much these days. He grunted hoarsely and switched off the light. Other than the faint light shining in through the curtains, the room was nearly pitch black.

LYRA I wake for what feels like the fifth—or fiftieth—time, my vision swimming until the cabin sharpens around me. Breathing still hurts like a bitch, and that toxic heat from the wolfsbane in the air is becoming unbearable now. I can barely feel my lycan’s presence, and honestly? It’s pretty terrifying. As I look across the cabin, I notice several of the tea light candles have burned low. Thank fuck. Across the room, Aurora is sprawled on the single bed in the corner. Her eyes are closed and her breathing even. She’s finally asleep.