Peter Pan Retellings Dark Romance Novels & Stories

Protected the pack together. *He was brilliant. Talented. Powerful in ways most wolves never achieved.* *But something changed. Something dark took root.* *I found him in the woods one night. Surrounded by symbols drawn in blood. Chanting words that made my wolf recoil instinctively.* *Dark magic. Forbidden magic.* *"What are you doing?" I'd demanded. Horrified.* *He looked at me calmly. Too calm. "Evolving. We're limited, Kieran. Bound by old rules. Old fears. I'm breaking those chains."*

Pavel held my face in his hands, his dark eyes locked onto mine with a depth that stole the air from my lungs. "Yes," he said without hesitation. "Because you can balance our darkness." His confession left me speechless. This wasn’t love. It wasn’t a choice made with logic or respect. It was need. To them, I was an anchor—something to keep their chaos in check. "Is that the only reason? You forced me just because I’m your fated mate?" I asked, trying not to let my weakness show. Pavel’s smile widened. "No, Sunshine," his fingers traced along my jawline, his touch soft but commanding. "We also did it because we want you only for ourselves. You’re the most beautiful woman in the world."

The night just fell making the whole room turned darker as Damon already broke the lamps but the moans of pleasure and growls of satisfaction filled the darkroom with only the proof of a big bad alpha. Damon knight claiming his only precious possession as his. But not as a possession but as his love. His first and last love. Damon fell on her sweaty body as they both ride their pleasure and came to an end. His face was dug deep inside her crook. The effect of drug turned off and his body started to get tired. But his heart still wanted to have her again and again. Moving away he stared at her face as her breathing was calmer than before. She opened her tired eyes and stared in his dark gaze

12. Pietro I look at Skylar and think that it is amazing how someone so brooding and vicious can turn so submissive because that's the image of him I have seen since I started dating his sister. I think he's way too tightly wound and hasn't explored at all and is in need of a thunderous release and that's exactly what I will give him tonight. Stopping that train of thought, I force my focus to remain on Lysa's pussy until I feel her pushing Sky's head down to

Rion suggests. That earns a laugh from her, but the sound is low and humorless. She tilts her head, and shadows leak from her skin, curling like smoke before retreating back inside. "I’m afraid the Alpha and I aren’t exactly… compatible. My magic is darkness—chaos and decay. Your Alpha here," she jerks her chin toward me, "is pure light. He would absorb my power the same way he absorbed Eris’ chaos and trapped Khaíros."

Was I not doing a good job? Then he demanded, “Open up. Wide.” When I opened my mouth, he slipped his côck inside, going further than before. “Sûck me.” . A. Gupta Have you checked out my other books!!! All are completed. Dark Mafia Romance. Arrange Marriages. Enemies to Lovers. Blackmails. And Anti-heroes with OTT possessiveness and highly morally grey characters. BOOKS: BRIDE TO BE. CAGED- A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance

She had imagined this moment countless times, rehearsed conversations and scenarios in her head, letting them bloom like the roses he cared for so tenderly. Imaginations where those strong, capable hands weren’t planting petunias, but were mapping the territory of her body, where that quiet voice wasn’t offering gardening tips, but was whispering filthy, desperate things in her ear as he moved over her, in her, fucking her senseless until the world dissolved into a scream. It was a primal, raw hunger, and Steven Hayes was the only feast that would satisfy it. The boys her age, with their loud voices and clumsy hands, were plastic toys. He was carved in oak and tempered steel.

I knew I shouldn't be here in his arms, and shouldn't be enjoying every second of this forbidden moment. But I couldn't stop myself. He set me down on the bed and hovered over me, his eyes were dark as usual, cold and distant. These were the same eyes I claimed to hate. The same eyes I'd fantasized about gouging out of his perfect face. The same eyes that usually looked right through me, that glared at me with cold indifference whenever our paths crossed. He dropped onto the bed beside me, and I found myself staring at the chest of the person I was supposed to hate more than anyone in the world. The person I'd spent years wishing would get hit by a car, praying would just disappear from my l

Warning: Explicit sexual content, group sex, extremely rough sex, BDSM elements, consensual intense experience. 18+ only. All characters are adults. "OH GOD! OH FUCK! DAMIEN!" Serah's scream echoed through the penthouse suite, raw and primal, as Damien's massive cock hit a spot inside her that shouldn't exist.....a depth that defied anatomy, a place that made her see actual stars bursting behind her clenched eyelids.

Ronan stilled, watching me as blood dripped from the cut on his throat, I could see the life leaving him and the look of betrayal shining through his eyes. I felt the wave of relief that washed over me when Dante’s fingers left my clit replaced by panic when something familiar nudged against my folds. “No…. No…. Don’t do this, please… I’m begging you.” I cried, thrashing and kicking my legs to feed me from his hold. “Leave her alone you sick bastard!” Ronan screamed, his eyes lit with furry. “Why don’t we ask the lady?” Dante chuckled darkly, bringing his wet fingers to my face. “I would think otherwise with how drenched her pussy got from a little petting.”