My Dark Romeo Series Novels & Stories

Romeo's deep voice pulls at my attention, and I don't restrain my eyes from searching for him. The way my heart stirs excitedly as I behold his gorgeous face can't even be overemphasized, and soon enough, the boredom is long forgotten for another while. He is spotting dark blue pants paired with a white dress shirt. Two or three of his upper buttons are subtly popped open to give a little peek of the dragon tattoo that crawls up his chest and disappears behind his neck. His onyx hair is polished and styled into a perfect tousle, jaws in a sharp line, while his full lips shimmer under the gentle ray of the blue light from his iMac. It takes everything not to slither over the long table right

Even the doctor hadn't told her much. Sera caught his hesitation. Tears welled up in her eyes. "Tell me, what did he do to him?" Sera demanded, impatient now. His features gentled the longer he looked at her. "Romeo was running experiments. And Dyson was one of his lab rats. He was pumping him with chemicals meant to alter his DNA," Nate disclosed. The words hit her like a blow. "Did he..did he manage to..." “No,” Nate cut her off. Extending his arm, he wiped her tears despite the pain gripping his body and continued gently, “Romeo’s a fool. Dyson is fine.”

Then, she guided Leo to the guest room, saying, "Please have a seat, Mr. Romano will be with you shortly." The walls were adorned with dark paintings, and among them, Leo noticed a striking one featuring a man in a black coat concealing his face, with fingerprints smudged in blood. While he observed, Mr. Romano remarked, "That's my favorite painting." "Welcome, Leo," Mr. Romano greeted, and Leo turned to respond, "Thanks." Mr. Romano then gestured, "Have a seat, Leo." Leo took a seat and stated, "I'll get straight to the point, Mr. Romano." Mr. Romano replied, "Certainly, I'm eager to hear the point."

As for Albert's position, he told him to stay in the underground guard room with the other warriors. Romeo loosened the muscles that were stiff from the struggle earlier. It would be better if he soaked in cold water accompanied by aromatherapy that soothes the soul. Even though he knew now was not the time to be complacent, let alone relax, he was afraid that this was only the beginning of the attack that the 'Dark Lord' had prepared. His steps stopped when Romeo smelled the intoxicating pheromone piercing his nose again. Every day Rena's body smells better. Honestly, he couldn't stand it.

Everything goes blurs, blackness engulfs me. Roman's screams echoes " Rose...no!" Next silence, then nothing but darkness forever. ############

She says over the frozen winds that blow while they ride. Of course, Scar says nothing for he knew that she is lying to some degree, after all, his own feelings are in a state of conflux. Though his attention turns to the third wheel of their squad of abyssal knights. A low-born elf by the name of Romare. Low-born elves are always out for themselves and want to meet their own ends by any means that they can. Scar keeps a close eye on him out of experiences with his position as well as not knowing a low-born that wasn’t out for himself. Scar’s head nudges in the low-born’s direction. His voice carries over with the vortex of wind just like when he spoke with Ivory. “You ready, Romare?” The lo

DARK FIFTY FIVE: OWNING HIS BELOVED Third person's POV: "I fucking love you, you know?" Asked Luca, hungrily. " I'm going to make you mine right now, baby. The smaller male under him was dazed in lust and passion, as he stared at his lover, who's in verge of taking him. Blake looked at him with full of admiration and love, as he mentally counted the days where he was lusting over him but decided to ignore to avoid the odd feeling. "You're so beautiful, Blake."

He better really get his head together and make sure this is the best night of Eve’s life. I mean what if it is bad and this was all for nothing? What if she’s attached and he’s not? There were just so many variables and to top it off, he was still completely stuck on the dark room thing. He kept saying he wanted it to be purely physical, and have all of his senses heightened to her, and to make it more erotic that way. I don’t know what he’s smoking but I just hope it goes how he is expecting. I was going out Friday night for pizza and wings with a couple people from our crew, and Derek was going to sit at home and call Eve before joining us.

In his broad, calloused right hand, he held a crystal tumbler of neat scotch, the ice cubes clinking faintly against the glass. Beside him, standing at rigid attention, was Mark, holding a secure communications tablet. Roman’s dark, piercing eyes completely ignored Karen preening on the stage below. His gaze was locked with terrifying, laser-focused intensity on the stage wings—where Juliet stood in her midnight-emerald gown, waiting in the shadows. A deep, suffocating wave of intense pride and burning, primitive possession surged through Roman’s chest.

He's a killer, a muderer, a serial rapist and a fucking pervert. My fingers clench into fists and suddenly, I can't breathe. It is like I'm back at the prison. This time, I'm actually dying. Romanov pushes my head further and further into the dirty pool, until I'm spluttering, and my brain feels like it has been stuffed with wool. "Announcing, Romanov Anton, and his beautiful daughter, Skylar Romanov!"