Novel & Cerita Post Apocalyptic Romance Books

It is only because of this job she could go home, relax in her tub and read a web novel before sleep even after the apocalypse. Her favorite are rebirth apocalypse novels and dashing hero ones. After all, we only ever like fantasy when reality is utterly disappointing. There is no way to reincarnate even with all the weird abilities going around. If there were any good men in the world, they did not survive past the first week of the apocalypse. She knew very well what she would do if she were the lead of either story. If she were to be reborn before the apocalypse, she would blow her brains out after killing her entire family.

She wanted to ride Sugar to Maggie’s house and find her there sitting on the porch petting Angus, like she had so many times before. She found herself wandering the house and settling in the upstairs den. She pulled Maggie’s book from the bookshelf, holding its bulk to her chest lovingly. It smelled like Maggie. She filled her lungs with its scent. It was all she had left of her dear friend. Opening up the pages, she landed on the section of angels. Surely such a pure soul of Maggie was one now. “Her soul has returned to her other incarnation. Fear not, for she is happy,” Liam said warmly.

Afraid that I might slip out of his hold any minute. I pull back my head taking his face in my dirt hands which thankfully the rain kind of wash it from his face. I smash my lips onto his. I know I needed this just to numb the pain for the mean time. I needed this before everything is back to reality. He tries to pull away but I show him that I'm desperately in need of his touch. We moved away from the cemetery and into the forest not far from the eyes of warriors on duty or anyone on the run.

TRIGGER WARNING! This series contains a lot of controversial subjects that may trigger or upset some readers. This is the clear warning that this book will cover many situations such as: Kidnap, Stockholm Syndrome, R*pe/ Sexual abuse, Death, Miscarriage, Abortion, Extreme Sexual content (both mentioned and described in detail) Cheating/ Affairs, LGBTQ relationships and a relationship between family HOWEVER it's not technically incest as they are NOT blood-related. If any of these subjects upset, trigger, distress or anger you then take this as a warning NOT TO CONTINUE READING.

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Endings should announce themselves. A door closing. A siren stopping. Someone saying, “That’s it, then,” with the kind of grave timing that makes everyone look meaningfully at the horizon. Act One of Maya Rodriguez’s second apocalypse ends with Sam arguing that powdered milk should count as food, Nora threatening to reorganize the cleaning cloths by color, Aaron trying to fix a shelf he broke while insisting it was “already emotionally unstable,” and Ben asking whether Gerald needs a watch rotation.

“Yes. Despite the danger, and juggling a new relationship with four men, I’m happier than I’ve ever been, and Jaxon is too. He’s thriving here.” “I knew it!” She almost shrieks, and just like that, I have my sister back. At least for now. “It’s a lot. I’m still coming to terms with it, to be honest, but they’re amazing. They don’t make it as complicated as I expected it would be. “Oh my God, what’s the sex like? Do you all do it separately or…” “Poppy!” I hiss. “They have excellent hearing, you know?” “Oops, sorry,” she drops her voice to a whisper. “But seriously, you need to tell me, because in this book I was reading, they did it every which way you can imagine.”

He’s looking for me. Rhea stood beside him, her shoulder brushing against his arm. The proximity was intoxicating, a desperate comfort against the looming threat of execution. In the apocalypse, romance wasn't about grand gestures or soft words; it was found in the shared silence of two people refusing to let the dark take them. She reached down, her fingers intertwining with his. Dominic didn't pull away. Instead, his grip tightened, anchoring her to his side. If the tracker gets within two blocks, you said this bakery becomes a beacon," Rhea whispered, looking up at his profile. "How do we hide your signature long enough for Regnar’s men to set the trap?

That was the ringtone for my alarm. I hurriedly grabbed my phone with shaky hands as I glanced at the date and I audibly gasped in shock. The date was staring right at me, unblinking and I had to rub my eyes to be sure I wasn't hallucinating. It was indeed June 19th, 2665. The apocalypse happened July 19th. One month from today. I refused to believe that this was real. There was no way that I woke up one month before the city of Sloradath was reduced to ruins. But I knew everything that happened was too real to be a dream.