Lights Out Book Dark Romance Novels & Stories

"I wanted to give you a piece of my darkness, a part of my soul that only you can see." Oh, the cheesy talk again. Sweet. Talks as if he has darkness. I try hard to blush, but it's just not coming. I have to admit he did touch my soul. At least I bit my lips. Squirmed a little. Forced. “How about a nice restaurant?” he added, winking.

“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.

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.

“Men like me often find the darkness more restful than sleep, Princess.” His words chilled her, reminding her that she’d far from seen the darkest side of this cowboy. Of course a wolf like him would know terrible horrors, things that would likely keep her awake for an eternity. His reputation wasn’t built on sunshine and rainbows. A heavy tension settled between them as they lingered there together, among the books and the dark wood and the soothing scent of dust jackets perfuming the shelves. She gestured to the book he’d propped on the table. “What are you reading?” He lifted the thin volume and held it up for her to see. “The Tempest,” she said.

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

For now, she didn't even want to wonder what would happen if aunt Margareth finds out about her feelings. Selene stretched first, then slowly dragged herself off the bed, her eyes immediately fixed on the Book of Magic that was lying down on the desk, the one she had gotten from aunt Meredith yesterday. Selene took it gently in her hands and sat on the edge of the bed, setting the bulky volume on her lap, and flipped through the book several times. Afer the fourth time she stopped at a page that showed a portrait of a man with ebony, half-length hair, in a long black coat... The face itself seemed familiar at once, but when Selene saw his eyes - dark and captivating like two black holes, she

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.

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE