Post Apocalyptic Romance Novels & Stories

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.

**Trigger warnings for this book: this is a dark romance werewolf story containing gaslighting, dub-con, assault, rape, violence, bondage, in a Reverse Harem scenario, involving bxg and bxb group sex scenes. There is a chapter separately marked with a trigger warning that features a pregnancy loss.** The River House, The Day After the Funeral

Final] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ THEME: HAPPINESS & JUBILATION 💕 unknown pov💕 .. .. It’s been two years since the coming together of the Demon and vampire clan but Damien and Alisha decided to slow down in getting married.

Then she reaches out and seizes it. "I'm sorry," she whispers. "For the bomb. For the threats. For everything." "I know. I forgive you." He drags her into his arms, and they stand in the hollowed-out fire station, brother and sister, the final two survivors of a family that never existed. The location where their mother discarded them both has transformed into the location where they finally located each other. I retreat into the shadows and grant them this instant. Outside, the sirens are mute. The snipers are disengaging. The frozen river groans beneath its ice.

She had asked me more than once to join after my recovery, but I kept refusing because I did not want to leave Dante. Now it was fading inside his own house. That night, Dante stayed in my room. I did not refuse him, though the faint rose perfume on his shirt made me nauseous. The next morning, he kissed my forehead, looking almost relieved. “The two most important women in my life can finally get along,” he said. “Thank you, Aria. I’ll make it up to you.” I said nothing. After breakfast, he returned my phone and allowed me to walk in the garden, though two Russo guards still followed me.

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The scent of the blooms was heavy as their petals were bruised, caught between stone, metal, and passion. Reid threw his head back with a groan fighting off his orgasm. “Fuck!” Jasper cried out harshly, and Reid looked down in time to watch his mate’s eyes lose focus and his cum spill in white strings across his clenched stomach muscles. The sight pulled Reid over and he arched his hips into Jasper as he came, grunting and blowing out his breath as his body pulled him heavily onto his lover in the repletion that followed, Jasper’s cum plastering their skin together.

Emmett said to me while loading our shopping cart with fruits. "It's my fault. I was in a rush just now." Having survived three years in the apocalypse, my mindset was already fixated on ensuring everyone's survival when I was buying supplies earlier. In doing so, I had completely forgotten about the quality of the supplies. Emmett stroked my head, his heart aching for me. "You worked really hard. This time, we'll work hard together. We'll definitely survive the apocalypse." Tears welled up in my eyes once again. I thought my heart had already gone numb from seeing too much death happening around me throughout the three hellish years. But it seemed that Emmett's comforting words could still

That was also why our security was the best in the whole city. I only found out in my last life that, after the world was hit by the deadly heatwave, a lot of desperate people showed up. In the apocalypse, humanity meant little. Everyone answered only to themselves. But our community was the only one that never got attacked by any looters, all thanks to the top-notch security forces here. It stayed safe until the scientists finally managed to build weather bombs strong enough to fight off the deadly heat, and the heatwave finally ended. Everyone in our community survived.

The city hadn’t slept, but it had changed. Smoke still curled from the ruined Council tower hours after the explosion. Sirens came and went like passing ghosts. Somewhere beneath all that chaos, two men who should have been dead were quietly breathing again. Aiden woke to sunlight cutting through the blinds of a small apartment overlooking the river. His muscles screamed with every move, and his ribs felt like cracked glass, but he was alive—and more importantly, Dante was too. He turned his head. Dante sat by the window, shirtless, a strip of gauze running across his shoulder. He was staring at the skyline, the rising light painting his skin gold.