Post Apocalyptic Books Romance Novels & Stories

“You’re welcome, but for what?” “Everything.” That, along with the deeper kiss he pressed to her lips, was answer enough. ****** Author’s Notes I love futuristic, post-apocalyptic, and/or dystopian fiction. I wouldn’t want to live it, of course, but it’s fun to imagine how bad things could get, and how good people would function in the aftermath. In this book, I also explored a bit how harsh times make even good people do some questionable things. Can you forgive a good character if he (or she) does something morally ambiguous for the ones they love? I like complex characters and questions like that. I hope I gave a modicum of competency to exploring the idea.

Somewhere that does not demand usefulness from every breath. The bar becomes a tea station. The dance floor becomes a meeting space. The old DJ booth becomes Priya’s kingdom within eight seconds, which seems fair because she resurrected the speakers and should probably be allowed a small monarchy. The ventilation hums overhead, built for a hundred sweating bodies making terrible romantic choices, and Maya feels a private, ridiculous fondness rise in her chest. Surviving the apocalypse somewhere called VIBE. Past civilisation may have died badly, but it did leave branding.

I sat holding my tablet, reading all these messages while Felix lay across my lap, acting like a dog waiting for his master's approval. "Felicity, you already accepted me, right? You've fallen for me at least a little over the years, haven't you? I know I've made mistakes. Please forgive me. I've avenged you and your grandmother. Let's make things right from now on. Will you stay with me forever? I love you, Felicity. I love you so much…" I smiled, and he mirrored my expression, clearly relieved. But the next moment, my words threw him back into a pit of despair.

If you’re interested, you can find my other books on these platforms: GoodNovel: Trio of Mates Series: 4 werewolf books that take on the idea of what would happen if one of the leadership was gay and couldn’t produce an heir. Lots of very graphic smut. (completed) Love in the Time of Quarantine: 4 short stories that look at what happens when you are stuck with someone you didn’t expect during quarantine. Lots of very graphic smut. (completed) Dissonance and Harmony: The story of a high school girl who has to face her rapist at his sentencing hearing and deal with her PTSD from that night. Graphic violence and rape scenes. (completed)

He swallowed her screams of release, took them into his mouth, and then his grunts and groans sounded back into hers. It was over now, and they were a shuddering, heaving mess against the door. Open-mouthed kisses, sweet murmurs, panting breaths against the door. All wrapped around each other, still joined together. Still one body. And far more and far better than that – one soul. Only now – now that it was all over and the madness had passed – did Nick think about his prosthetic. That was when Keegan’s words came back to him:

Daisy crossed the room and pulled her into an embrace fierce enough that Sera felt the full weight of everything unspoken between them—months of nightmares that had never fully resolved, a friendship that had carried both of them through more than either had ever expected to survive, a bond that had somehow only deepened rather than frayed under the weight of secrets Sera still hadn't found a way to fully share. "Not in this life, not in another," Daisy whispered against her shoulder, the same vow she'd made once, a lifetime ago it felt like now, back when the apocalypse had still been theoretical and their biggest worry had been finals and boys and the ordinary shape of a future neither of

“But tomorrow, someone else will deliver it.” His lips curved into the faintest smile. “We’ll see.” Back at the café, Lila nearly exploded with excitement when Grace relayed the encounter. “Grace!” she squealed, grabbing her arm. “Do you understand what’s happening? This is like every romance novel ever. Grumpy billionaire, feisty girl, instant sparks!” Grace groaned, covering her face with her hands. “This isn’t a romance novel, Lila. It’s my life. And I don’t want sparks with him. I want him to leave me alone.”

… I couldn't stop thinking about Sasha at night and didn't manage to fall asleep. In my blurry, half-conscious state, I could sense Jasper getting up from beside me and heading out the door. I immediately went out after him without hesitation. It was still unbearably warm at night since it was the apocalypse. Under the moonlight, I saw Avery running into Jasper's arms in a long slip dress. Jasper gently wrapped his arms around her. "What are you doing here?" he asked. "You gave me all that water. I was sure that Ari would get mad at you for that, so I came to check on you."

Possessive. “You enjoy provoking me.” “Si. Immensely.” For a moment neither of us moved. Then Alejandro leaned down and kissed me again. Harder than before. His hand slid behind my neck, pulling me up from the mattress as his mouth crashed against mine. There was nothing gentle about it. Nothing hesitant. This was hunger and violence. Something sharp and reckless that had been building between us since the moment he dragged me out of that cell.

Iris's POV I swallowed, my throat felt raw. The taste of him was still on my tongue, whiskey and something darker, something alpha. My own scent was everywhere, too: sweet, the unmistakable musk of an omega in heat. I was lying against his chest on the study sofa. Rafael's hair was a mess, his lips slightly swollen from kissing me, from biting me. The heat had eased, the sharpest edge of it, anyway, the unbearable burning that had driven me down those stairs