My Dark Romeo Series Novels & Stories

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 needed to find a way to cancel tonight’s date without hurting his feelings. Romeo is an Italian who moved here from Spain. He has been in Verona for three years and knows the city better than I do. He offered to show me around at night, and I gladly accepted because I have been so bored in my hotel room after Alejandro leaves me at 7 p.m. every evening.

“We plan. We prepare. We make no mistakes. Because if anything goes wrong, we lose them.” Matteo nodded slowly. “Okay. But promise me... promise me we won’t stop.” Dominic pulled him close. “I promise. We’ll bring them home.” With that, he kissed him softly. --- In the Room - Night Leo had fallen asleep against Derek’s shoulder. Derek stared into the darkness, alert. He heard footsteps. The door creaked open again. A man stepped in—this one wasn’t masked. His face was sharp, cold, with eyes that looked through people.

My eyes fall shut, trying to keep the tears at bay. “I accepted the path of darkness for myself. I’m a vampire,” Lucas continues. “That’s what we are. That’s what’s inside of us. Darkness.” He slips one hand under me, and my heart swells in my chest. “I believed I could never be anything but dark. I let it consume me, and I told myself that’s how things were meant to be. For over a thousand years I clung onto that false truth…and then I met you.” A tear rolls down my cheek.

, she said looking at him with a different kind of emotion in her eyes which Samrat is failed to read for the first time. She is saying thank you for being on her side when she has no one around and sorry for not having the potential in her to love him back. Even she wants to give him a chance but she can't. She is not that matured to forgive him . The things he did to gain her are forgivable. Now also she can't predict that how moch extent he can go for her . The love which is turned out to be very dark for both of them . "HIS DARK LOVE ".

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.

I was about to give the beast within me free rein but before I could do that,I heard arguments at the gate leading to the dungeons. I decided to pay it no mind because no intruder could come into my house. I was the most powerful Don for a reason. I continued on my mission of removing his fingers and listening to his cry of pain. It felt therapeutic. I heard the sound of boots clicking. I turned back to glance at the person who dared to interrupt what I thought of as my therapy session. I looked back only to see the most beautiful sight ever. This sight had no words to describe it. I looked back to see Adrianna,the soon to be Reyna of the Italian Mafia unbeknownst to her, strutting in dresse

"If you burn that book—you end the Morano line. You kill our chance of saving my son. You destroy everything Donato built." Romeo shrugged. "That's the idea." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a lighter—small, silver, deadly. The flame flicked alive. The book glowed brighter—like it sensed danger. Red shadows crawled along the floor, rising from the cracks, as if the very air was reacting to the threat. Luca felt his entire bloodstream ice over. "DON'T YOU DARE—" he roared, lunging forward even though the ropes tore deeper into his wrists.

he offered coyly. “Set me free and I might tell you all that I know. Only for the Blaine diamond..” he urged darkly. “Ace, you can’t trust this fucker or whatever comes out from his lips. It might all be part of his plot…” Romano spat. “My information is 100% true.” Romeo shook his head, awaiting my reaction. A pin drop silence befell with tension as I started taking steps towards him….. Staring deep in his eyes, I realized how much truth his words really held.

Or will loving Damian Vercetti cost her the last piece of herself she has left? *************** AUTHOR'S NOTE Hey, reader. Let’s get one thing straight this is not your sweet, safe mafia romance. This story is dark. Twisted. Obsessive. There are moments that will make you pause, ache, maybe even rage. Damian Vercetti is not your redemption arc. He’s power without apology. Possession without permission. And Isabella? She’s not the damsel she’s the storm trying to survive the fire. If you’re here for roses and candlelight, this isn’t your book.