Perfect Dark Novels Novels & Stories

We were both deep into our favorite meals when he finally said, “the perfect woman has long dark brown hair, thick and wavy or curly, something I can get lost in, and hold onto. It’s pretty much to her ass. She’s a bit shorter than me, but not a deal breaker. Her body is perfectly curvy, full chest, nice ass … she’s NOT a twig. I’m not a dog, I’m not feasting on a pile of bones. She’s smarter than me, she maybe speaks another language. We have to be completely compatible in bed, I mean it’s gotta be on fire. I can’t marry a girl that is boring in bed, shit I’d rather become a priest and I’m an atheist.

I heard him laugh inside my ear and spoke. "Haha, you liked that, huh? I knew you were a dirty girl?" I know how you could make it up to me?" He said. Damn him, I know I shouldn't be turned on, but I am. Oh, God, I have been touched and turned on two times today by two sexiest guys in my school, but they still hate me! God, I need to stop reading them erotic and dark romances about being assaulted by your bullies. What is wrong with me, letting them touch me and making me feel these dark sexual desires and fantasies for them?

’’, I mumbled to myself. Finally finding the perfect book, it is an age-gap mafia and enemies to lovers romance book. There was a couch in the library, I made my way to it and started reading. I lost count of the time. Reaching my room with the book in my hand, I see Rowan standing in front of my room. I braced myself to face him. ‘’Where were you?’’, he spewed the bitter words in my face. He was fuming, for what reason?Did he look for me?

I reluctantly agreed. My confusion did not take away from the absolute perfection of RU. Everything was so organized and reminded me of a well-oiled machine. Which was funny in my mind since that’s what they actually produce. There were so many inventions and ideas around the building. We slowly made our way over to a dimly lit section. I thought it must have been an idea that was put on hold. Until we got closer. Then it hit me. There was an arm on this table. An arm just like the one Will had. He wasn’t kidding. They literally built his arm.

My fist clenched. "You are right. My life will never be the same after this. I will never be happy again. Killing you won't make me happy as well. You know what would it give me?" I gave him my sweetest venomous smile as I said the last word he would hear from me. "Satisfaction." In this world were cruelty is rampant and justice has many faces, only evil can defeat evil. "The heck is this thing?!" I almost jumped when I heard Lucia beside me. She has finally woken.

The once innocent lad is now at the ripe age of ten years old and for five years, learning and living under the headmaster’s world. Within the smallest of rooms and on the bottom floor rest a space that has been lived in for nearly five years. There are two cots on opposite ends of the squared-off chamber and on each end right by the beds are a pair of twin desks. These davenports have been through endless generations of usages it seems. The top of the wooden surface has tally marks and names carved inside the framework. By the looks of it, a knife did most of the work. Its legs are thick and provide a foundation for the four legs to hold up the endless weight of others' subsequent life duri

Her Dark Past (Love in shackles) Chapter 1 LILIANA's POV, "Please don't do this to me," I screamed as his huge hand got under my skirt, I shivered in fear, I hated his touch yet I loved it when he touched me. "See you are mine…" Damon spat angrily “I can use you any way I like, I brought you with my money so don't dare try to dictate to me,” he said with gritted teeth "Damon!" I screamed as his hands caressed my skin and I spat on his face.

The Adversary Dark Prince (POV) When people notice the jagged scar on my arm, their eyes often widen with worry, and they jump to conclusions that are far from the truth. It's a common reaction, especially in a world where scars usually hint at pain or violence. But this scar tells a different story—it's not a sign of suffering; it's a symbol of something beautiful and meaningful in my life. Each curve and line of the scar represents resilience and a deep bond that has lasted through challenges, showing that not all scars are reminders of hurt. Instead, it reminds me of love and the strength I've gained along my journey.

Also do check out my other books, all are COMPLETED: First Sokolov Brothers book: Bride To Be; My Boss Is My Tormentor; CAGED- A Dark Billionaire Captîve Romance; His Broken Princess; His Steel Princess.

" she said and typed on the chapter she was working on. She typed until she came to a stop and posted it in her website. Seeing what she had written, a smile was plastered on her lips. She killed her female lead. She was too perfect and there wasn't a perfect life. She closed her eyes and fell on her laptop. A bright light suddenly appeared around her, forming a thick mist. Her body glowed brightly until she was left of nothing. She disappeared.