Post Apocalyptic Romance Novels & Stories

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."

Seeing them I felt like I had been stabbed in the heart. “This is my fiancée Rosa.” Cole told me. “We are getting married as soon as this app takes off.” He turned to her. “Come babe, time for me to make a speech. See yourself to the door Lucy, if you can’t find it I’m sure security will be happy to show you.”

--- Two Hours Later The storm had passed, leaving the world drenched and shimmering under the pale kiss of moonlight. In the aftermath of their tempest, the room was a battlefield of discarded clothes and shattered boundaries. Zaya lay tangled in the sheets, her body still trembling from the inferno Adrian had unleashed. Her lips were swollen, her skin marked by his kisses—a map of surrender and sin.

"Well, Gabriel and I have been fated since we got our wolves at 16. We've always known that he was gonna be the future beta and I was going to be his wife. So that made it hard to make genuine friendships, some girls only wanted to be friends with to get closer to Alpha Aspen." "I'm sorry to hear that Maya, just know that this friendship will always be genuine." I tell her as I pull her in for a hug. "I'm glad that he's mated to someone like you, and I'm sorry for what you've been through. Aspen isn't anything like Ezra." She tries to reassure me. We start another movie called 'Obsessed', just as it starts getting good my phone dings. I reach for it hoping that it's Aspen to tell me he's on

Stupid overthinking drunk brain. “Let’s go to sleep.” We climb in Zain’s bed and he quickly falls asleep. I turn to my side away from him. My mind is going a million miles a minute. I am still trying to figure out why I am acting the way I am. Suddenly Zain’s arm wraps around me. We have slept in the same bed many of nights. His couch was uncomfortable and there was no way either of us was sleeping on that thing. Add to that the number of people that come in and out of the house all night. We both have too much trauma for that. Listening for his breathing, I realize he is dead to the world, unaware of his actions. It doesn’t take long before I succumb to exhaustion and pass out.

"This is the Elysium Refuge. I'm in charge here." Elysium Refuge. I had heard that before. In the third year of the apocalypse, it became the largest and most stable human settlement known to exist. Rumor had it that it was equipped with a complete defense system, ample food supplies, and even had an ongoing research of the virus. "How did I..." I began, my voice hoarse. "Our scout team found you in the ruins," Iris said, her gaze studying me closely. "You were running a dangerously high fever. Your skin was cracked and healing in cycles. We almost thought you wouldn't make it."

But the weariness clung to me like the smoke still tangled in my hair, every step a reminder that we were far from safe. Ben and I had been walking for what felt like hours, the silence between us heavy and uncomfortable after everything that had come to light. His confession about knowing something was coming—the apocalypse, The Burning—still gnawed at me, twisting my thoughts until I couldn't tell where my anger ended and my exhaustion began. But then, we found them. Or rather, they found us.

"Come on, what's his name--?!" "I wasn't prying into your expenses, you know. It was just so unusual, I had to ask Bea--" "--so how far gone are you, Ali? You two must have made some progress by now--" "Don't put ideas into her head, Leno. I've never even met the boy yet, and I'm not allowing some upstart to date my little girl--" "But who IS he?! You're all ignoring me--!" "APOCALYPSE!" I yelled. "We're here because of the apocalypse! So let's set aside other stuff for later. Please."

Her mouth found the scar she’d left beneath his collarbone and she kissed it, over and over, a litany and a claiming. He let her run the rhythm, let her squeeze his hands between hers and rest her full weight on his chest, like a dare to stop breathing. She went first, a tremor through every muscle; he followed, the rush so clean and right that for a second he thought they must be making something new, a future that wasn’t just survival. Afterwards, she curled over, breath hitching, and pressed her forehead to his. “If we make it through the winter,” she said, “I want to see what a wedding looks like, post-apocalypse.”

I found a wounded giant wolf. After the world ended, I treated him as my strongest fighter and a living source of warmth, curling against him to sleep every night. Later, once he healed, he turned into a man and warned me with a savage look, "I'm the Alpha of a werewolf pack. I have responsibilities to my people. Don't think you can make me stay." And with that, he left. I pulled my ragged blanket tighter, confused. What was he talking about? I had been keeping him as a dog the whole time. What did his responsibilities have to do with me? Later, I rescued a foolish husky from a pile of zombies. When I led him back to my crumbling shelter, I found the heir to the werewolf pack crouched at my