Most Disturbing Dark Romance Books Novels & Stories

I said, trying to focus on the work. Elias nodded, his eyes on the paper. “Show me the full breakdown.” I was in the middle of explaining when the power suddenly went off. The entire building plunged into complete darkness. I shrieked, startled, and without thinking, I jumped onto Elias’s lap, hiding my face in his chest. His body tensed. I couldn’t see his expression in the dark, but his grip on me became harder, his arms wrapping around my waist instinctively. I didn’t dare stand up. I was terrified of the dark. Always had been since when I was a little girl.

Though he was dangerous, with those shadows in his eyes that hinted at secrets that could shatter this fragile family if he truly tried to. I checked the door lock twice to be sure that it was locked. Damien seemed like the guy who could sneak into my bed while I was asleep. Not like I wouldn't like that. That night, sleep came with dark yet twisted dreams of his gray stare boring into me, devouring me. Ones where his cock was thrusting deep into my cunt while I screamed his name without an iota of control. I woke up gasping, fingers slipping inside myself to chase the ghost of him. My head arched back, mouth open as my moving fingers brought me climax.

Korran The bloodshed hadn't solved anything. My groin hardened underneath the towel I wrapped around my waist. “She's your maid. Yours to command,” my beast said to me. “No! She'll never be yours. She'll never love you,” the darkness whispered to me. I walked into the bathroom, battling for dominance with Strigurd. The massive lycan was starting to take over. “I want the touch of my mate!” He growled. “You can't deny me that forever.”

She flipped through the pages swiftly, stopping at an image that made my stomach tighten. It was almost identical to the one in my room. “It’s a warning,” she muttered, her fingers hovering over the faded ink. I frowned. “A warning for what?” She closed the book with a soft thud. “For what’s coming.” A chill slithered down my spine. Before I could demand an explanation, the lights flickered. The air in the room shifted—colder, heavier. And then, a sound. A slow, deliberate creak. The door burst open.

The closeness of their back to chest contact was practically stitched with gold wires, allowing for no gap to come in between them as their skin kissed each other in this heated exchange. In this way, these rough and tantalizing thrusts produced an even stronger effects, leaving the nerves in excitation. Twinkling rays of light flashed one by one before Kim's eyes. It was as if there were countless pairs of eyes looking at her with pleasure and content. Sweltering with shame andresentment, she endured with difficulty, however she couldn't help but to fall deeper and harder into the excitement that ravished her reasoning and enticed her into submission. Although, she hated the man behind her

Black medium sized bed with black satin sheets and a purple comforter. A flat screen TV....A black coffin walk-in closet, black makeup table that I replaced with books and reading lamp Black coffee table, black suede couch, a mini fridge, a coffin shaped bookshelf, red candles on the coffee table held up by a black candelabra, and a black crystal chandelier. Woahhhh..... I just acknowledged it looked so creepy, but I liked it that way. "Sorry to say, but this looks so fetish to me. How can a room be this dark and..... and...."

I stared, letting my dark amusement flare. “No.” “Disappointing.” I couldn’t help the twitch of a smile. “You’re in my house now.” “Romantic,” he said faintly. I leaned closer, voice low, dangerous, intimate. “Don’t misunderstand, Nikolai. This isn’t mercy.” His faint smile widened slightly. “Good.”

They or we? The other party that threw our world into chaos was the self-proclaimed animal welfare organization Live for Animals. In an act of charity they broke into Doctor Christopher Krynick's research laboratory to bring the animals to safety. Unfortunately they had no idea what was going on and a well-meaning rescue operation turned into a global catastrophe. The proles first killed their rescuers and then escaped from the research facility to bring a plague of unprecedented proportions to the world. When a hand came to rest on my shoulder and slowly brushed the back of my neck, I tried to ignore the tingling sensation. "You can leave that nice. I'm still mad at you. "

Edward handled most of them while I restocked shelves and learned the layout. Around two, a woman came in looking for a specific dark romance. "Do you have anything like Butcher & Blackbird?" she asked. "I just finished it and I need something similar." Edward looked at me. "Maliya?" I stepped forward. "Have you read Haunting Adeline? Or the Broken Bride series? They've got similar dark romance vibes with morally gray love interests." Her face lit up. "I haven't read either of those. Where are they?" I led her to the romance section, pulled both books, gave her quick summaries.

A smile found my lips in the dark behind my closed eyes. Subtle. Secretive. Belonging to no one but me. I was no longer just Georgia Mason, the flawless acquisition, the diamond princess preserved and displayed and maintained to someone else's precise specifications. I had become something else tonight under a bookstore awning in the rain. Something dangerous. Something that had remembered, in the press of warm hands and a mouth that meant what it did, that it was free. She left the water on the marble. The small rebellions are where it starts. -- J