Romance Obscuro Novels & Stories

“And you’re soaked for it.” We move together like we’re fighting and fucking at the same time — angry, desperate, addicted. When I come, it’s with his name on my lips, shaking against the cold glass while the city lights sparkle below us. He follows soon after, burying himself deep and whispering dark promises against my neck. Afterward, we end up on the wide leather couch, my head on his chest as our breathing slowly evens out. Elara’s words echo in my mind. I shift slightly, tracing a scar on his abdomen.

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“And no one will forget it.” Luca’s hands roamed possessively along her back, drawing her close, claiming her as both partner and prize. “Together,” he murmured, voice husky. “Always.” Night descended fully, carrying with it the scent of danger, lust, and power. Granada trembled under the weight of the Varelas and the Neros, rulers of shadows and fire. And as Amara and Luca disappeared into the darkness of the city, it was clear: the inferno of desire and vengeance that defined their reign had only just begun.

"Tell me you feel it. Tell me the 'Result' is exactly what you wanted. Tell me you want the monster more than the mother." The interaction was explicit, raw, and terrifyingly intense—a dark romance played out on the edge of a literal meltdown. Dante took her with a slow, agonizing rhythm that forced her to acknowledge the depth of her own ruin. He was sadistic in his pacing, demanding her attention, her breath, and her soul while the monastery groaned around them.

Footsteps walked into the living room, and I raised my head slowly, my throat tightening when I met his gaze. The intensity, the burning desire, the way his eyes darkened with something forbidden like he wouldn’t hesitate to take me right there. My pulse stumbled, my heart betrayed me, and my composure threatened to slip away. Damien stepped forward, his eyes on me the whole time without sparing a glance at Caterina. She faced him, but he didn’t look away, not even for a second. Standing a few away, his lips parted to speak, words that further fueled my uneasiness and anxiety.

I whispered, refusing to flinch under his physical dominance. My eyes deliberately traced the jagged, white scar cutting sharply through his left eyebrow. My fingers twitched beneath his crushing grip, actively mapping the smooth, flawless skin of his broad shoulders through his wet shirt. I mentally logged the biological data. Rocco possesses the deep shrapnel scar on the shoulder; Roman's epidermis is entirely intact. "Are you comparing my touch to my shadow's?" Roman growled, his pupils expanding rapidly in the dark. "I am verifying my reality," I retorted, tilting my chin up.

] [Please remove the nail from Ximena's head and use the universal glue to repair her skull to increase intimacy. [Survival is not easy. Please keep working hard.] The ghost bride's name really was Ximena. I glanced at the top of her head. There was a gaping hole, and inside it sat a rusty nail. A chill ran down my spine. However, that brief hesitation was enough for Ximena's expression to turn icy. "Guards. Cut this groom into pieces and serve him to the guests." Not far away, a bloated, grotesque puppet slowly sharpened the blade in its hand. The grinding metal sound scraped against my nerves.

Mort put the ring on her finger and rose. "You are mine. To those bastards who dare touch you need to die." Under the vast universe, constellation of stars, and the moon, their gazes locked. He sealed the small space between them and lifted her hips. He kissed her with desire and passion. Tongues entangled and entwined, he savored her lips, his kiss is like cosmic and it feels magic. Her hands encircled his neck, Sumire kissed him back with equal fervor. Mort puts her into the lair of addiction to his touch, sexual obsession, and dark deeds. His dark romance with her ended up making out at the lighthouse before he took her back to the villa in a bridal style.

Classy Romeo. The voices were muffled, but I kept going into the narrow and dark hallway, the hallway was light up with the light of the candles, instead of some electrical lights, it was giving erotic feeling but who cares when my heart and skin was burning, for a moment I thought I heard it wrong and was about to turn around to find Romeo. Even if I was in danger, I couldn’t find it justified to went into the Bagnio, there could be some men, probably fucking the whores that Romeo bought from the Viking Alpha in a treaty.

" And he went away leaving me shocked. To be continued…. From tomorrow, there's a new journey for Eric and Scarlett, tune in to see the tale of heartbreak, possessiveness, and obsession. A way to their Ruthless Romance. Till the next time Purva Narang (Your author)