Romance Horror Novels & Stories

√Dark Romance √18+ [Harsh words, blackmailing, capturing] √No degrading, rape or violence by the Male lead, Romanticising abuse. [I don't write such stuff] Blurb: "Sorry, it was a dare", that's what I utter after the passionate kiss. I can still feel the familiar taste of that familiar mouth. He still feels the same, he still kisses me like there's no end, he's still passionate and possessive when he holds me in his arms. But he still doesn't look the same. A devilish smirk appears across his fierce face, his eyes darkening at me, making my breath catch. I'm still obsessed with the way he looks at me.

I chanted as he slid his fingers out and licked it I scrunched my nose as he chuckled and his eyes became dark all of a sudden. The wind began to howl and blow fiercely as he pushed me onto my back. The shutters flew about as the fire went off. Everywhere became dark and Scary as his fangs grazed my neck before piercing me deep. I screamed in pain but later began to moan and thrash on the bed. .. .. 💕 Unknown POV 💕 .. ..

“And you're not?” “What?” “You’re not a fan of romance?” “Oh,” I chuckle softly, a shiver running down my spine. “I do love romance. But if I'm to choose between watching one or a horror movie, I will pick horror.” “Obviously,” He says with a casual smile, his gaze drifting back to the TV.

Lena trembled in my arms, her body limp, her breath shaky. Mine. My fingers trailed along her spine, slow, possessive. "That wasn’t so hard, was it?" I murmured. She didn’t answer. Didn’t fight me. She couldn’t. I turned her in my arms, tilting her chin up so she had no choice but to look at me. Her eyes were distant, glazed over with the horror of what she had done. But there was something else there too. Something dark. Something that would grow. I grinned. I brushed my lips over hers—not quite a kiss, more of a claim.

Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she slammed her fist against the glass, not to escape, but to warn me. She wasn't pointing at the creature. She was pointing at me. I followed her frantic gesture, looking at the window again. I looked at the glass, but I didn't see her reflection. I saw mine. But the reflection wasn't mine. It was the face of the portrait. The room began to shake. The walls of the Master Suite groaned, the wood warping and twisting like agonized flesh. I realized then that the dare wasn't a game. It was a harvest. The Blackwood Estate didn't just haunt people; it cycled them.

His hands went to my thighs. "You enjoyed his sex right??I will teach you"He said and forcefully kissed me and I remained still before I bit his tongue so hard .I left my teeth in his tongue and he let go off my waist as I let go off his tongue.I saw a bottle on the table and I picked the bottle and hit it on his head ,he screamed in pain.I reached for the door only to see that it was locked .I searched for the keys in a hurry .I saw the keys on the floor and when I picked it,I ran to the door .I tried the keys on the door nervously when I felt something hit my head .I placed my hand on my head as I turn only to see Dylan.I fell as I felt dizzy "You can't escape from me Vida"I heard before

He yelled at her, he could feel the blood in his vein running so wild, his heart didn't stop racing. Bella raised an eyebrow, "Lies?" She inquired in a mockery tone, "The truth is standing right before your eyes and you are telling me this is all lies?" She asked him but she sounded more like a statement than a question. Dennis whose face was so pale that one could take him for.a ghost, he glanced at the paper with eyes red with tears. "This is not true, no way! This can't be true" he turned to look at Bella, "Cassandra can't be my aunt, she is my lover and the woman I want to spend eternity with, no way!" He yelled out with pain.

Why did you get so drunk? Romance him... How could I romance a man as rough and hard as you? Can I handle it? Can I really do it? I don't even know anything about that thing. How can I do it properly? “I guess, I will need to make some research about that.”

the movie echoed. “Your kisses feel like vocalnic eruptions on my lips” he whispered to her ears. “Your caresses feel like furrows burying in deeply until I'm shivering”. “Yesss Nate,” the girl in the movie moaned. “Fuck me harder,” she responded. Belle had always been a die hard romantic. And even though she never admits it, she was a lover girl. Just as she kept watching her movie whilst she enjoyed feeling the wind in her hair and face, she suddenly heard a loud, yet familiar voice screaming at her.

Neither of you have anything to lose or anywhere to be so you cut the pleasantries and dive right in to your childhoods, parents, lovers, heart breaks, illnesses, and on and on. Before the two realized it, the sun was almost gone. B looked down at her bandage. A thin line of blood trickled down her wrist. Now he felt close enough to lick her, close enough physically and mentally. “Here, let me fix that.” He reached for her hand and brought it to his lips. A coy, inviting little smile slid across her face. Holding her gaze and her hand, B licked the line of blood until there was more on him than her. With blood still wet on his lips, she moved to kiss him like a shark coming for bloody chum.