Novel & Cerita New Release Dark Romance Books

Darren came to sit beside me while I was trying hard to process every single thing that was happening with his leg pressed against mine and his dark eyes watching the two as they kissed too. My breathing grew heavier. “Fuck, look at them,” he muttered in a low voice. “That is so hot.” Marcus let out a deep chuckle from the other side of the room. “I have to say, somebody spiked this shit because there is no way in hell this is normal champagne.” He had a point. I tried to speak in response even though my voice came out rough. “You think so?” Darren turned to me and his right hand landed right on my thigh. “It does not matter,” he said to me with a nod. “It feels good, right?”

Elias murmured, his gravelly baritone dropping to a low, chilling frequency that vibrated straight through her skin and echoed off the high walnut bookshelves. "You think the entire world operates on neat algorithms and balance sheets. But the dark market that funded your father's legacy is incredibly dirty. You think your mother's death ten years ago was an accident of bad weather, a tragic combination of a slick road and poor visibility during an Edmonton rainstorm." He stepped toward the central iron workbench that dominated the middle of the room, his long shadow sweeping across the floorboards. The heavy leather folder hit the metal surface with a sharp, echoing slap that sounded like a

He stood in the doorway. The light from the hallway framed him like a dark angel. He looked down at me. "You think you can leave me?" He laughed. Then he pointed a finger at me, shaking it slightly. "You think some other Alpha wants Marcus Blackwood’s broken mate? You’re mine, Rhiannon. Only mine! You’ll always be mine! No one will take you. No one will want you. You’re damaged goods." The words hit me harder than the slap. Damaged goods. That’s all I was to him. A possession that got dented.

Trigger Warning Hello Lovely Readers, This book may contain content that might be triggering for some. It is a dark romance with degradation, BDSM that doesn’t contain consent within the dynamic (I know, not something I typically have in my book). There are many instances where consent is very dubious and there is kidnapping. Because what fun is writing dark romance without hitting those tropes? I will add to anyone worried, this one does have a HEA because I’m a sucker for that happily ever after and I couldn’t imagine not giving Cass her happy ending.

I was trapped between him and the hard wood. He didn't stop. He moved against me, pressing his body close, asserting his dominance. My breath hitched. He kissed me until my head spun, until I was breathless and weak. When he finally pulled back, his eyes were heavy-lidded, dark. He looked at my swollen lips, my flushed face, searching for something. He was looking for my reaction, my terror, my reluctant spark of something else.

Lahat ng mga tao sa loob ay sumisigaw ng salitang 'delikado' at kapangyarihan. Isa 'tong club kung saan dinadayo ng mga criminal upang mag enjoy. Drug lords are everywhere with their sluts. Maingay ang paligid at maraming mga babaeng kulang nalang ang mag h***d at nakalingkis ang mga braso sa mga napiling papaligayahin ngayong gabi. Ang kaninang maingay na mga tao ay bigla nalang nanahimik kaya napatingin ang dalaga sa may entrada ng club dahil dun nakatingin ang lahat ng tao.

She was everything I had imagined—pure, innocent, untouched by the darkness I carried with me. I wanted to break that. I wasn’t a good man. I never pretended to be. The things I’d done in my life, the blood on my hands, they were part of me. But for her, I could be something else—something more dangerous. She’d already felt it, the pull between us, the way her breath hitched when I looked at her. She might not know it yet, but she belonged to me now. I kept walking, but my mind stayed on her.

What's the matter? 'Nothing'. She smiled. 'I have to go now. It's time for my shift already'. 'Ok'. She turned to go but stopped and turned back. She took my hand and dropped something in it. 'Take it along with you on your hunt OK?'. 'Ok'. 'Promise?'. 'Promise'. She kissed my forehead and left. I opened my hand to reveal a necklace with cross. ¶•¶•¶•¶

My vision blackens at the edges, my legs weakening as I lean heavily against the door. Dominic is there, his presence a steady anchor in the storm of my agony. As if he had been waiting for me, his hand reaches out to catch me before I can fall, his touch a lifeline in the darkness that threatens to engulf me. Without a word, he guides me down to the basement, the cool stone walls closing in around us like a protective cocoon. With every step I take, the pain of the wolf’s bane coursing through my veins intensifies, a relentless torment that threatens to overwhelm me. Each breath is a struggle, each heartbeat a reminder of the poison that now courses through my body. The air is heavy with th

He thought about the rewards that awaited him, not just for locating the crystal, but finally enslaving the famous enchantress. When Dominic first met up with Tara in the grove, he had to stifle the emotions that threatened to surface and ruin everything. He hadn’t expected seeing her would heighten the flame of his desire for revenge and to force her to do his bidding for eternity. “You’ll soon be bound to me for eternity, my love,” Dominic whispered as he slowly unbuttoned her camp shirt. “You lose. That pest you call brother loses and that old woman downstairs... well, let’s just say things are going to change around here, shall we?”