Lover In The Dark Novels & Stories

"No one has ever made you feel the way I make you feel. No one ever will. I've made sure of that. I've made sure that every time someone touches you, you'll compare them to me. Every time someone kisses you, you'll wish it was my mouth. Every time someone tries to love you, you'll know in your heart that they can never love you the way I love you." He said it. He said the word. Love. He wasn't talking about sweet love or gentle love or the kind of love that filled poetry books and romance movies. He was talking about dark love. Obsessive love. The kind of love that consumed everything in its path and left nothing behind. I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes.

A blood-curdling scream tore through the air as I plummeted from the skyscraper, blacking out before I hit the ground. "Lily." The camera lingered mercilessly on my mangled form. The voice was unhinged with madness. "You're finally going to die. Don't blame me. Blame yourself for being so vile. "You knew damn well I loved Shane, and you still went ahead and married him! "In this world, only I am meant to love him! Everyone who'd try to take him from me should die!" The screen quaked, the view flipped, and there was Joanna's twisted face, filling the big screen. The footage cut off abruptly.

We spilled out, doors slamming, and he was on me before we hit the elevator. Back against the cold metal wall, his mouth crashed into mine—hard, demanding, tasting of gunpowder and triumph. His hands roamed, yanking at my tactical vest, fingers slipping under to graze bare skin. I arched into him, nails scraping his neck, pulling him closer as the elevator dinged upward. “Fuck, Lovia,” he muttered against my lips, teeth nipping my bottom one until I gasped. “You were lethal tonight. Watching you...”

I turned and left before he could ask any more questions. The Velvet Lounge was exactly the kind of place I should’ve expected Andrea to choose. Dim lighting, soft music, and an air of exclusivity that clung to every corner of the room. When I walked in, Andrea was already at the bar, leaning casually against the counter with a glass in his hand. His tailored suit and effortless confidence made him stand out, as if he owned the place. He spotted me immediately and smiled, a mischievous glint in his eye. “You came,” he said as I approached.

I glamced at Ignacio and he immediately stood up to leave. “Hold on,” I said, stopping him. “Hire security to be guard Adriana's room amd also my children. I don't want anything else to happen to them.” “Yes boss,” he said and left. When he was gone, Luis approached me, his step slow. “Diego, I am sorry for betraying you. I shouldn't have had an affair with Mariana. I shouldn't have stopped you from killing her. I am sorry. Please, forgive me.”

Into his world of secrets, I'm irresistibly lured,his touch, a fevered poison, igniting a blaze. His darkness calling to my soul, An inexplicable love, beyond my control. In the embrace of darkness, I find my peace, A love so deep, it refuses to cease. The moon and stars witness this twisted affair, A dance of fate, That no one knew will lead where.

I asked her. "His name is Dark Louiz Romero. Do you remember his name, huh? You know him very well, even though he's in another college. But we're in one university. He's handsome, tall and known for being a playboy. I don't even know why our friend Chloe agreed to be his girlfriend even though he knew him very well. She knew that he was a mischievous playboy. They said love is blind and when you fell in love with someone, you wanted to be with him no matter how far or complicated it is and you never listen to what other people might say because you only listen to your heart desires, not the opinion of others. When you fell in love with someone who might gonna hurt and leave you someday ever

My laptop history was a testament to it—the endless tabs of dark erotica, the niche p**n sites, the stories that pushed boundaries most people wouldn’t even consider. Liam, bless his vanilla heart, had never understood it. He’d barely understood a missionary position on a Tuesday night. But Draco… Draco understood. He didn’t just understand; he fed it. He was a walking, breathing manifestation of every dark fantasy I’d ever scrolled through. And now he was my professor. The thought should have sent me running for the hills, transferring departments, changing my major. Instead, it made my clit twitch. My body, always so quick to betray me, was already anticipating the next encounter. The next

Shrugging, i turned it off and ended up munching the crunch chips on my plate. The skies turned dark, the blue hues were exchanged into obsidian where the moonlight is being centered to give lightness in the long breezy night along with the aligning stars and i found myself in Lorcan's sheets, panting heavily due to his after deep kisses. He's on top of me and we're igniting fire in the middle of the cold hour, feeling the warmth of each other's body. Dimmed lights coming from his lampshade has illuminating his darkened expression, it makes me wanna see the lustful desire in his eyes. The atmosphere is so erotic, i couldn't calm my insides down. They're throbbing and as if the sensations are