My Dark Romeo Kindle Novels & Stories

“Where are my clo—” “Burned.” he cut her off. ' Does that mean he saw my...' Estelle shook her head to get rid of unnecessary thoughts. Adrian turned towards her and she could see him clearly this time. He wore no cloak now. Just a dark henley and stood there with the kind of stillness that made him look like a fearsome scarecrow. The scar through his eyebrow caught the firelight. Up close, his eyes weren’t just pale. They looked like they had blue fire flickering in them. Estelle's glared at Adrian fiercely.

"I know how to treat a woman." He must of been a serial killer. Definitely fits the description of one. "Who are you?" I ask and take a step toward the man. A sloppy grin takes over his face. "Dexton Rivers. You?" Holding my posture strong, I say, "Skylar." He frowns. "Just Skylar? No last name?" his eyes rake over my body, making me very uncomfortable. I can already tell he's thinking of things no sane person should think of.

"I know you know I'm telling the truth, but if you still want proof, you will find all you need here. These are the private investigator findings along with other pictures you might want to see." He walks away from the dressing mirror over to the door where I am still standing, the look on his face isn't the happy, triumphant one he should have after the chaos he's caused me. "I'm sorry if I'm hurting you with this I see now that you loved him, but it's better to know who you're about to say, I do to." He says, before walking out of my room. . From the Author: The next two chapters are the final chapters for the book His Dark Desires. I will work on a sequel in the future or maybe not. Not s

She doubted that some eleventh-hour miracle would save her tonight. Christophe reappeared and shed his toweling robe in an untidy heap on the floor. He looked at her, blazing all-male satisfaction, and Lara shrank under the sheet. He stood half in shadow, half in light, the long, muscular planes of his golden body a glorious vision of rampant masculinity, and Lara felt her own hunger stirring, insidious as a secret invader.

Napakuyom ang mga kamao ko kasabay ng pagpikit ko ng mariin at pagpakawala ng isang mabigat na buntong hininga. 'You don't know me, Your Majesty, You don't know what's inside of this beauty of mine, it keeps a lot of secrets that can deceive anyone by just looking at it." Dumako ang tingin ko ang Trex, I drifted away my gaze to him. Tumayo ako at nilapitan 'to. Emotionless, I caressed his cheeks.

Gazing out of the car window, Rome softly sighed and said, "Make a stop at 'Darklight Cafe." The thought of meeting Mr. Aaberg today was stressing his mind, and he decided that black coffee was just what he needed to get through their meeting. After Mr. Orlando had arrived in front of "Darklight cafe," Rome stepped down from the car and headed for the entrance of the building. When he reached the front door and was about to grab the handle, it suddenly opened, and an elderly-looking fellow stepped out of the cafe.

What kind of man lives like this? “And you are?” The voice cut through the quiet like a blade deep and laced with lazy arrogance. I gasped, the book slipping from my hands and landing with a soft thud. I spun around. He stood in the doorway, barefoot and tall, his shoulders broad enough to block the light. A dark green robe hung loosely on his frame, barely tied, exposing the lines of his chest and abdomen. His dark hair was slightly tousled, and his eyes were sharp, assessing like he was appraising me, not speaking to me.

The steel doors creaked open with a groan that echoed into the silence above. Jessica blinked at the sudden light stabbing through the gloom. For so long, she had only known the shadows of the underground the smell of oil, blood, and fear. Now, sunlight lit her face like a foreign thing. Romeo stepped out first, muscles tense, scanning every direction. His shirt was ripped, his knuckles bloodied, but his eyes those sharp, relentless eyes were still burning. Behind him, Jessica held Aurora close, the child trembling in her arms.

The kitchen light hit his skin, highlighting the ink along his ribs. Mors tua, vita mea. Fitting. Because somehow, every time he got close, my life felt a little shorter. My fingers slid up, threading into his hair, pulling it gently back. His eyes locked on mine. Blue. Dark. Lazy. But beneath that practiced calm, I saw it. A spark. Heat. Barely leashed. “You’re such an asshole, Romano,” I whispered like a wicked little prayer. “A handsome one. The kind that should be displayed in a mafia museum so little girls can learn exactly how to ruin themselves with one look.”

“Romeo, you’re next.” Romeo shrugged and reached for the dice. He rolled them with very little ceremony. The dice landed. Darling grabbed the corresponding card again. She read it, then slowly raised her eyebrows. “Ooooh,” she murmured. Romeo already looked suspicious. “What?” She read it aloud. “What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done to someone? And why?” The room went quiet. Romeo didn’t hesitate. He picked up his drink and took a long swallow.