Post Apocalyptic Romance Novels & Stories

They didn't love each other, and living together was exhausting. Madam Cassidy had always kept those words in mind. Six years ago, she thought that RK had found a girl he liked and would live a peaceful and happy life. Unexpectedly, there was an accident. Mrs. Cassidy hoped that RK would have a happy family and a wife who loved him. It seemed that that day was coming soon. In the evening, when Adrian and Alia came back from camping, their tired faces were full of indescribable happiness. When Adrian saw Stella in the living room, he was so happy that he couldn't even say a word. He rushed to her side and hugged her.

It was a shockingly gentle touch for someone so cruel. "Don't make this difficult," he murmured, his gaze dropping to my lips. "It doesn't have to be. We just have to understand each other." His head dipped, and his mouth found mine. This kiss was different. Not hurried, not just for show. It was deep, possessive, forcing my lips apart. My mind screamed no, but my body felt a terrifying surge, a confusing mix of fear and an unwanted, sickening response. He pushed me gently back until my back hit the solid wood of the door. He deepened the kiss, his tongue brushing mine, exploring. My hands, clenched into fists, wanted to push him away, but they wouldn't obey. I was trapped between him and th

(Sarah’s POV) --- The morning air was crisp, and for the first time in forever, it didn’t smell like gasoline, blood, or fear. Sarah stood outside the cabin, her arms wrapped around herself, staring out at the pine trees swaying in silence. Birds chirped lazily. The lake shimmered just beyond the ridge. It was peaceful. Too peaceful, maybe. Her mind still buzzed with aftershocks — gunshots, screaming, Caleb’s twisted smile, Jax’s fists. Lila’s tiny arms around her neck.

Unbearable, bone-crushing pain tore through every inch of Cyrus Knovell's body. It was no illusion. It was real. Too real. He lay sprawled on the ground, beaten by the very friends and neighbors he had once trusted and helped. Their fists, their boots, even their sticks struck him with ruthless force. In this apocalypse, where food and water meant survival, kindness no longer mattered. They cared only about tearing him apart. Through the haze, Cyrus spotted a familiar figure at the edge of the mob. It was Diana Feynor, the woman he had once worshipped as a goddess.

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

If it weren't for my wanting Sasha to receive more help, I would never have left her alone back at the base camp while Jasper and I went out in search of a larger water source. Before leaving, Jasper promised me that his parents would take good care of her in our absence. However, judging from how quickly Jasper abandoned me, I no longer trusted him with our daughter's life. I had to rush back as quickly as possible. The sun had become twice as hot and intense ever since the start of the apocalypse. My legs were shaky as I returned to the temporary shelter that the search team had built while in search of the larger water sources. When I pushed the door open, I saw that the other teams had a

But I knew everything that happened was too real to be a dream. The pain, the bites, the betrayal… My best friend and girlfriend leaving me to die. Just then, a birthday tune filled the air and I glanced at my phone to see that it was my birthday. My calendar remembered my birthday while I didn't. I suddenly remembered what happened on my birthday before the apocalypse. The biggest nuclear energy plant had exploded and clouded the city for weeks. That very day, the AI bots started to malfunction and all of them began to drop dead. That was probably the trigger before the apocalypse.

Aphrodite hovered nearby, barefoot despite the falling debris, her body luminous, lips painted like the fires above, hair drifting in the currents like it obeyed a gravity all its own. “You should’ve stayed dead,” Vaethea hissed, dodging a wave of molten light that liquefied a drone midair. Sparks showered like raindrops on cracked asphalt. “And you should’ve stayed kind,” Aphrodite replied softly, cruelly, flicking her fingers and watching a whole office tower crumble into granular dust that scattered like sand in the wind. The streets below were a chaos of collapse. Civilians ran, some trapped beneath overturned vehicles, others screaming into digital voids as their comms failed, signals l

Dylan can see the way Andre sucks in a sharp breath, “and here I was worried I'm too excited.” “I promise you could never be more excited than i am.” Dylan’s smile falters and even though he tries to quickly recover from it. Andre notices, “don’t think i forgot. i’m spending the first day that you’re here loving you endlessly but we still have spiraling to do” Talking to Andre has always been mind-blowingly easy. They go from one topic to the next and suddenly hours have passed and Dylan doesn’t know how they ended up on the topic of what they would do in a post-apocalyptic world, but he is certain that Andre could not survive

After the nightmare that was meeting Daniel's family, we went back to my place to watch Netflix and chill. And by that I mean we talked, put the baby down for the night, and had sex. Lots of sex. The kind of toe curling, mind-blowing sex romance novels are made of. And Daniel apologized. A lot.