Noir Novels & Stories

CONTENT WARNING This is a dark psychological story featuring a deeply disturbed and obsessive protagonist. The narrative explores violence, manipulation, moral corruption, emotional detachment, and unsettling behavior. The main character’s actions are not justified or romanticized, and this story is not intended to represent real world mental health conditions accurately. This book contains disturbing themes, including murder and exploitative relationships. If you are looking for a moral hero, a healthy romance, or comfort reading, this story is not for you. Reader discretion is strongly advised. —— Azxel never imagined that a simple transfer to a mental disorder school w

Nora’s POV “Do not move. Do not make a sound.” Marcus Hale’s voice stayed low and absolute against the back of my neck. His cock remained buried to the hilt inside me. My palms stayed flat on the polished conference table. The master key had already turned. The door handle began to move. City lights still glittered through the glass walls, throwing our joined reflection across every dark panel. I was Nora Blake, twenty-seven, the associate who had spent two nights learning exactly how little control she still owned on this floor. The thin fabric of my skirt sat bunched around my waist. My bare cunt clenched once around him in pure fear and he answered with a single warning press of his finge

Let the Old Bigot complain about the noise when everyone in their neighborhood was outside enjoying themselves while she sat in her living room and choked on her own bile. Alex knew that he should probably show some compassion for her, given the circumstances of the previous day, but somehow he just couldn’t dredge it up for a person like her. By eleven thirty he’d found no violent crime from 1984 except that of Joe diMucci. He thought there were plenty of similarities—the removal of body parts for one, though the girls had been beheaded and dismembered, and diMucci had his heart removed. He was fairly certain that the type of wound was similar, but he’d have to compare the photos of diMucci

Just a funeral Nirvana never forgave him for. He turned to Gianni. “Take me there. Now.” Gianni didn’t argue. He just nodded. Boutique Noire, an elite bridal salon nestled in the heart of the city’s uptown district, glimmered beneath the midday sun. Floor-to-ceiling windows showcased lace, satin, and diamonds…wishes stitched into silk. Nirvana stood inside, radiant in an off-white tulle dress. Her laugh…it was real, it was free. Zayd leaned close, brushing a curl from her face.

Belle walked into Midnight Sins for revenge — to destroy the dangerous man who ruined her sister. One night with Zack changed everything. He doesn’t do gentle. In the dark corners of the club, he claims her completely, turning her plan into pure addiction. What started as revenge becomes thirty nights of twisted games, public encounters, and rough domination she can’t escape. But Zack isn’t the only one who wants her. Henry, Skipper, Racheal, Nora, and Helen all circle her. Zack, however, is dangerously possessive. He won’t share what’s his. She came to break him. Now the monster is breaking her — body and soul. Welcome to Midnight Sins, where good girls get completely ruined and reven

I wait til I hear feel the cold air drifting into the kitchen and the soft sound of a door closing before glancing into the hallway again. Through the doors glass I could see Embers back to me. The left side of her body was eliminated white from the moon and her hair looked like silver threads as they hung down her back. Creeping towards the door she shifts and a second later a see a silvery gold wolf dashing across the snow, her body low as she ran.

Taken couldn't stand to be near normal people without killing them, so if one of us was safe, we all were. He was dressed in dark grey, with leather boots and a matching utility belt that hung at his waist. A gun sat at each hip, separated by a flashlight and a short sheathed knife. I looked up at his face and cringed. His skin was the tannest I'd ever seen, his blue eyes sharp and cold. He had a half sun tattooed on the side of his face, stretching from his right temple down to the tip of his jaw. "Where are you headed?"

Vi comes out when it's time to fight, not when it's time to be cautious. I feel his bloodlust as he leaps, his eyes fixated on that tender spot on Abir's neck, the tang of his blood so close, Vi can almost taste it, the pain of the silver receded far, far away. Look out there's ... I cannot even finish the thought. There's a flash of metal in the corner of my eye, a bright burst of pain in my side, a juddering fall to the floor. A flash of grey eyes. Darkness swallows my mind. And silence.

After roaming the dark and eerie corridor, she knew she was in a terrible nightmare. Out of the blues and in a sharp twist of events, a large silhouette of a hand grabbed her neck. It swung her to the corner of the corridor, thrashing the shelves and spilling the books scattered on the floor. “Today you die”, a voice from the hand screamed. A sound loud enough to burst one's eardrum.

While Bo has a shining white head free of even a single strand of hair and a short thin (mostly gray) facial hair and smells like golden spice. Gray is standing on the left side of a semicircle made up of him, Cordelia and Bo, with cordelia being in the middle, a few yards just ahead of us. Gray’s holding a long thick metal link chain in his hands, conversing with the two. Iselyn and I stop a few feet away, just close enough to alert them to our presence and hear the conversation.