Post Apocalyptic Romance Novels Novels & Stories

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.

One thing was sure. Whatever was out there wasn't human and it had us trapped. I looked down to irena who now had her head on my lap, looking peaceful in her sleep. "I hope." ❇❇❇ I'm so sorry for updating so late. I was preparing for some exams but is was proponed due to covid 19 issues but now that I have till august to prepare I might update faster, thanks for bearing with me.

Anyway, after all my ongoing books have been completed, I've decided to focus mainly on MM romances (billionaires, mafias and maybe wolves ;)] with a little sprinkle forbidden romances and realllyyy spicy smut I'll meet you in those new worlds. Really EFFING LOVE YOU

I love all different kinds of music, so there's a little something for everyone. 4. I write all different kinds of books. If you’re interested, you can find my other books on these platforms: a. GoodNovel: Trio of Mates Series: 4 werewolf books that take on the idea of what would happen if one of the leadership was gay and couldn’t produce an heir. Lots of very graphic smut. (completed) Love in the Time of Quarantine: 4 short stories that look at what happens when you are stuck with someone you didn’t expect during quarantine. Lots of very graphic smut. (ongoing)

But as the post orgasm haze lifted, reality came crashing back down. I had just gotten myself off while thinking about Nathan. Nathan, who had kissed me and touched me and then looked at me like I was a monster. Nathan, whose body I was apparently mated to but whose mind wanted nothing to do with me. “This is such a mess,” I said to the empty room. “Understatement of the century,” Ivy agreed. I forced myself to get up and pull my clothes back on. My body felt heavy and exhausted now, the adrenaline and arousal that had been keeping me going finally draining away.

Fated to me for all of eternity. HELLO! THIS IS A AUTHORS NOTE. I MADE A MISTAKE IN THE LAST UPDATE BY REFERRING TO APRIL AS A WOLF. THAT'S A MISTAKE. I'M CURRENTLY WRITING TWO BOOKS(ONE IS ON ANOTHER PLATFORM) AND WHILE TRYING TO BEAT DEADLINES, I OFTEN MISTAKE THE TWO STORIES FOR ONE ANOTHER, HENCE THAT MISTAKE. I'M VERY SORRY FOR THAT MIX UP. APRIL IS HUMAN, THAT HAS BEEN THE MAIN PLOT OF THE BOOK SINCE WE STARTED.

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Inside, most of the books stayed dry. Cyrus had never been much of a reader in the old world. In the age of smartphones, patience came cheap. Reading demanded effort and time, time better spent scrolling through short skirted influencers. Now the internet was basically dead. He rarely even touched his phone anymore. Thus, he figured he might as well borrow a book or two to pass the time. Maybe it would help keep whatever remained of his sanity warm in this frozen apocalypse. He stayed in the library for half a day. In the end, he picked up a coming-of-age novel and slipped the thick volume into his coat pocket.

“But you stay focused. No heroics. Lila is priority. Then Caleb.” The ride out was fast. Silent. No jokes. No banter. Just the cold, brutal focus of men going to war. The rumble of their bikes filled the pre-dawn air. Each growl a promise of vengeance. The slaughterhouse loomed ahead. Black against the fading night. Windows shattered, like vacant eyes. Rust streaked the walls like dried blood. It reeked of decay, a perfect lair for a monster. Jax dismounted, gun in hand. His gaze swept the grim structure.

Callen says slowly, “are we talking nervously, twitchy, or full-on 'I’m going to eat your brains' twitchy? Because I’ve had a long week, and I’m not surviving a zombie outbreak on top of this.” “Grow up, Callen. Zombies aren’t real,” I sigh. “Yeah, well, neither were wolf shifters a few short years ago for me, but here I am turning into one and co-running a whole damn pack of them. Meanwhile, my girlfriend literally glows and brings people back from the dead. So forgive me if I’m keeping the apocalypse on the table.” Leo shifts slightly beside me, his unease rolling through the air. “He’s got a point… do we even know if they’re still…” He hesitates, searching for the right word. “Them?”