My Dark Romeo Kindle Novels & Stories

The truth is already branded under my ribs, burning hotter with every breath. The wolf I begged to own me is the one I betrayed. And those mismatched eyes that see straight through lies just promised to find me, and to think, he's not even a wolf, he's a fucking Lycan! The dangerous type, just great! He's coming to make my pay for my crimes and when he does, there won't be a screen left to hide behind.

What happened exactly? Romeo took the photo and turned it over. Maybe he found a clue. "The moon is getting brighter, and the prince is still sleeping." "What should we do with these two lovebirds?" "Destroy it! Destroy it completely without remaining." "No one will feel pain, for darkness will reign!" Romeo's chest thumped. This is written in blood ink. Romeo could smell the fishy smell in there. Jordan wants to destroy who? Rena or himself? Or even a palace?

Inez turned and saw her friend Sara instantly standing up and started to walk in their direction, taking in the direction where she was looking Damien raised his hand and three to four guards stopped Sara from coming closer. Damien Knight, who is a well-known businessman in the country, is the most respected, decent, and handsome bachelor in the country. Absolutely, No one can read his mind. He prefers to stay silent and calm, but there is a big secret about him that not a single outsider knows except him and his close ones, and even after people know, no one will dare speak against him. He is a father of devils, a monster, and the most wanted criminal. Leader of scorpions. King of the Mafia

“Are you ready to become a Villamonte, my beloved wife?!” Dark asked, his voice deep, serious, and dripping with intent as he slowly opened the car door for Roxane. Like a classic gentleman in modern times—mysterious, handsome, and dangerously appealing to any woman’s heart. His gaze was sharp yet warm, as if he was examining Roxane’s entire being. As if he wanted to ask, are you also ready to fall for me? Roxane swallowed hard. She didn’t know if it was because of Dark’s deep voice or the adrenaline rushing from everything happening between them. She felt like she was suddenly the main character in a teleserye that had become real.

The room fell quiet again then Roman smirked slightly. “His daughter.”Romeo looked amused instantly. “Beautiful too apparently.”Rafael said nothing.Which somehow felt worse...Roman leaned forward slightly. “So what exactly are you planning to do with her?”For the first time that night, something dangerous flickered across Rafael’s face. Then slowly......A dark grin appeared on his lips.

If I manage to escape, I want to be confident that'd I'd be able to have this bastard put behind bars. Again if... His eyes shift, my eyes widening as his eyes turn from a dark blue to a pool of black, red veins trailing along from his pupil to the edge of his eyes. His voice is dark as he commands, "Show me that pretty little neck of yours." My mind is muddled by his words, wanting to protest to his command, but my body betrays me as I incline my head to the side, pulling my dark hair out of the way and giving him a perfect view of my neck.

A mix of fear, anger, and relief. The truth hurt. But the lies had hurt worse. Deep down, I just wanted everything to go back to normal. AT FRANCESCA’S PENTHOUSE The penthouse lights were low, warm, and expensive. Francesca sat on the edge of the long white couch, legs crossed, lips painted deep red. She held a glass of wine like it was a weapon. She watched Mr. Blackwood with a smirk. Mr. Black stood near the window, back to her, hands in his pockets. His shoulders were tense.

The ambient ballroom light caught his sharp, razor-like jawline and his dark, piercing eyes. He was staring directly down at her. His dark eyes held no shock, no surprise, and no doubt. They burned with a fierce, terrifyingly possessive intensity that cut through the distance, the crowd, and the noise, locking onto her soul like an unbreakable chain. As Juliet watched, breathless, Roman slowly raised his crystal glass of scotch toward her. He offered her a single, silent, and immensely powerful toast—a dark king acknowledging his queen, making a silent, ironclad promise that she belonged to him, and him alone.

“They were out too far…for a reason. “Rodin says. Slowly, Rodin lifts his fingertips from the puddle. The blood drips back into the pool. The blood is thick almost like sludge and smells like rotten meat when it's cooked. Rodin flings the blood on the teal grass which cleans the shine on his armor. Rodin stands and he starts to walk to the tent with the flag. Varick looks over the pile. On his side is a satchel, he reaches in this compartment to pull out a book. The book’s title: “Book of The Blight.” Carefully, he sets his wolf helm down on a clean spot among the forest. The plate head sparks with pink electricity, causing the headpiece to slightly hover along with the grassy blade tips. Va

Romeo closed my door and then jumped into the driver's seat. Nathan honked twice, and we headed off to CrescentMoon. The whole ride was comfortable and silent. Morgan and Zach fell asleep within minutes. Morgan even snored. Romeo played some music, and I decided to read the briefing reports and other documents. About an hour down the ride, Romeo looked through the rearview mirror to see both guys completely gone. He decided to whisper. "Leave that, please…" I looked at him and he winked at me. I placed the files back, and as soon as I did, he took my hand in his, kissed it, and tangled his fingers in mine. "Much better…" I looked at him, and he let out a sigh. He kissed my hand again and rel