Lights Out Book Dark Romance Novels & Stories

“We can figure that out tomorrow.” But I knew sleep wasn’t going to come easily tonight. Not with my lips still tingling from Nathan’s kisses. Not with my body still humming with the memory of his touch. I closed my eyes anyway and tried to quiet my racing thoughts. Tomorrow would bring new dramas for this. But tonight, at least for a few hours, I could pretend that everything wasn’t completely falling apart.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ ***** I woke up to the feeling of someone watching me. My eyes opened slowly, still heavy with sleep, and it took a few seconds for my vision to adjust to the darkness of the room.

I said. She smiled like she knew something I didn’t. “The night is still young, bestie. Many things yet to unfold.” The drinks started coming and we took shots, loosening up by degrees. Then two shirtless men appeared, wearing nothing but thongs, moving deliberately in our direction. I looked at Lyra. She was already grinning from ear to ear. This girl was going to be the death of me. “Let us see how long before our dear Mr Rowan gets jealous.” She said, winking.

He chuckled, "look this brat, he wants to push me away from you." Soon, Emily makes Ron sleep and place him in the cradle. Ryan was looking at Emily with dark eyes, "Love, I want you." Hearing him, Emily blushed and makes him lay down, "Hubby, you need rest now. Your health is not so good. We can do that anytime but not now." Ryan pulled Emily over him and starts kissing her. Soon Emily melted in his touch and give in. They make love and laid beside each other panting heavily.

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~Damon~ I lit the cigar slowly, letting the flame linger just long enough to burn the edge, then pulled in a deep drag as I leaned back against the counter. The penthouse was dark, save for the gold halo of city lights pouring in from the windows, painting long shadows across the marble floor. I hadn’t even bothered to turn on the lights. Didn’t need to. I was too wound up. Too hard. Too goddamn restless to care about anything except the fact that she hadn’t arrived yet.

She gasped, her legs instinctively wrapping around his hips, her core pressing against his hardened length. The room was dimly lit, the only light coming from the flickering candle on the nightstand. The shadows danced across their bodies as they moved, creating an aura of intimacy that was almost tangible. Damian carried her to the bed, his movements slow and deliberate, as if savoring every moment. When he finally laid her down, their eyes never broke contact.

Her cathedral. She slouched into her best corner chair—stuffed, tufted velvet in tired blue—pullding out a book from her tote. A quiet night's reading before bed was now her ritual, and for tonight, she opened what was familiar and comforting: *The Light Between Oceans*. The book always bore its imprint on her. Loss. Forgiveness. Breaking and binding decisions. She opened to the top of it, and the world disintegrated. Somewhere in the city—several stories above, in a steel and glass building—Julian Blackwood lay in his dark, sleek bedroom, staring at the book she had given him.

But Lara did… and it hurt her more than what he did to her three years back. Since she was left alone by Christophe and Francine, she went off to explore after dinner, wandering through beautifully furnished and decorated reception rooms that were lifeless. Lara was delighted to come upon a library and, locating the English section, selected ‘Jane Eyre’, her favorite. She hadn’t read it for several years. But Charlotte Brontë failed her for the very first time. Lara found it impossible to concentrate. Standing up again, she cast the book aside and stepped through the curtains to open the French windows that featured in virtually every room. She walked along the terrace. As Lara passed by ope

She was like April sky, sunrise in her eyes Child of light, shining star, fire in her heart Brightest day, melting snow, breaking through the chill October and April He was like frozen sky in October night Darkest cloud, endless storm, raining from his heart Coldest moon, deepest blue, tearing down the spring October and April Like hate and love, worlds apart This fatal love was like poison Right from the start Like light and dark, worlds apart This fatal love was like poison Right from the start We were like loaded guns, sacrificed our lives We were like love undone, craving to entwine Fatal touch, final thrill, love was bound to kill October and April (...) The Rasmus ft. Anette Olzon - Oc

He trembled, his whisper husky, as his hungry gaze took in her matching pink lingerie underneath. Dark clashed against dark, as their gaze met even in the darkness of the room, save for the illumination the city's lamplight and automobiles' headlamp offered. She stepped out of her gown, ditching them completely as he made her take a step forward, so her body was at a perfect angle to be illuminated by the light, flitting inside the room.