Post Apocalyptic Romance Books Novels & Stories

“Huh?” Elizabeth laughs. “It’s okay. I don’t really have any plans other than showering and reading a chapter or two from my book.” “Are there zombies in your book?” Edward’s eyes widen. “Actually, yes.” Elizabeth fills her plate and joins us at the table. “It’s a romance set in the zombie apocalypse. It’s really good.” “Can you read it to me?” “When you’re older.” She smiles and then digs into her food. We eat in silence, and I’m a little jealous of the innocent way Edward is completely oblivious to how fucking awkward things are right now.

I hope that you enjoyed this story. This was one of the first full novels that I wrote. If you have you will also enjoy Across the Desk and the triology that it sparked. it is a dark romance story in which a young woman, Deanna, finds her true love and they forge a bond that not even her insane family can break. The second in the story is Weathering the Storm where their story continues. Then breaking the Eye Wall which they finally find the end of their nightmare together. WEathering the storm is already on goodnovel and Breaking the eye wall will be released in November of 2020.

"Honey, why don't we invite Gray inside to talk?" Tristan finally came to his senses and quickly said, "Gray, let's go inside. It's too cold out here." Ray nodded. The group then headed into a nearby building. As they walked, Tristan introduced the woman beside him. "That was my wife, Diana Frances. We were originally a couple before the apocalypse. After it hit, we decided to get married so we could take better care of each other in this chaotic world." Before the disaster, their hometown association had numbered in the thousands. Now, only a little over thirty remained. Most had been killed by the Jayzepanese—or reduced to food.

“No, not for real. I lied. Things are… they’re better in some ways, but still rough in others.” “You wanna tell me?” Nick ran a finger over the label on his beer bottle. “I – yeah.” Luke leaned back, giving Nick space. “Whenever you’re ready.” Nick nodded quietly, his eyes fixed on the beer label. He felt the waves of calm coming over the table at him, and he tried to just relax into them. Luke Rhodes was a goddamn survivor of a foreign war, one that had taken his hand, and despite that trauma, the man had made a whole new life after. A good life. If he could, then Nick could, too. Maybe he just needed a few pointers.

She had begun to turn into them. “No, no, I can't be one of them. No, I don't want to.” She cried, thinking back to before this apocalypse began. Back to when things were okay. Her family was still alive. Except they had died years back before the apocalypse even began. She was just a lonely girl, who met Ryan and fell in love. Barely conscious and close to turning, Ara dragged herself toward the toxic river near the edge of the city. The black water churned violently below, filled with chemical waste, rotting corpses, blood, and dangerous liquids dumped there after the apocalypse began.

​Vivian walked over to the primary console and brought up the sector map. ​The three-mile weather dome over the northern district was still flashing a stable, brilliant blue. But beyond the dome, the map was a blood-red nightmare. The coastal district was entirely gone, swallowed by fifty feet of black seawater. The commercial sectors were lighting up with critical failure alarms as the toxic gray fog began to dissolve the municipal infrastructure. ​The apocalypse hadn't waited for her thirty-day timeline. The cascade was happening now. ​Suddenly, the secondary monitor in the corner of the console flickered. A sharp, rhythmic ping echoed through the quiet room.

walking into the village, relief, hunger, trust, warmth and healing. Too fast, skin knitting, pain fading and something else slipping beneath it all. A forgetting, names, faces and itself. I gasped, choking on it, my fingers clawing weakly at the ground as more forced its way in. darkness behind closed doors. Voices that spoke gently but never answered. The slow realization that leaving was no longer something you wanted.

Please note all the books will be stand-alone as well. * Book 1: Billionaire’s Ex-Wife & His Hidden Babies (Brandon & Sophia’s Story) Book 2: My Mate is a Witch (Caroline’s story) Book 3: The Rejected Luna: Daddy, Where is Mommy? (Calvin’s Story) Book 4: Fated Mates: Love Over Everything (Liara’s Story) Book 5: Mine: His Caged Princess (Tiara’s Story) [Ongoing] Book 6: It Ends With Us, Mate (Colton’s Story) [Upcoming by the start of June 2023]

As much as his mom tried to teach him, Meph gets into all kinds of trouble because he doesn’t know when to back off. Run when the hair on your arm stand up. That’s one of the many survival lessons she taught Meph. But she is no longer in the picture. She left him alone in this merciless, post apocalypse world. At least he won’t suffer the trembling fear when death knocks. Standing calmly in front of the door, Meph waits, an arm’s length away from the malicious voice. Rule number one of the Soul Trial: Everything can be a trial. A question. A conversation. Anything. And just like any trial, there is reward in passing, and punishment in failing.

As tender as possible as some of the rope burns looked very red. He shifted and turned his head toward me and smiled with a spark in those beautiful blues of his. “What we have, is no ordinary love, Apocalypse.” Closing his eyes he turned back, leaned into me and rested his head against chest.