Novel & Cerita Romantic Horror Books

Written by Evelyn Mba ©®©® @Paranormal @Romance MR. GORGEOUS Two weeks flew by... The sun shone brightly..the wind blew caressing each skin. Roxanne stood on the balcony of the library, her eyes fixed on the book on her hands. It was too abnormal to her.. she was reading a paranormal story, something she has never read before. It was all about Wolf's. She sighed and closed the book. The book title was; A DEMON IN LOVE

She practically fell into the first available empty seat she could find, three rows from the front, dropping her satchel to the floor with a thud. The air in the room had changed. It was charged, anticipatory. All eyes were fixed on him as he placed his coffee and bag on the lectern at the front. He didn’t need to call for silence. His presence commanded it. Scarlett’s fingers trembled as she opened her notebook. She dared not to look up. She bit her lip, trying to steady her thoughts. She had survived. Dr. Clarke began to speak, his voice filling the hall. “Today our topic is ‘Forbidden Romance’.”

She mewled out as he slowly started to thrust into her, building her passion. Only the moment her eyes shot up to meet his, a loud and horrified scream tore through her throat as before her appeared the face of a gruesome monster. Blood-red eyes peered right back into hers, his lips revealing a set of dangerously sharp fangs. And within the following moment those razor-like fangs pierced her throat, effectively taking away her breath and consciousness... Desperately gasping for air, she shot up from her hard pillow, letting out loud coughs as she fought to regain her breath.

My body responded instantly, arching toward him despite the voice in the back of my mind that screamed how wrong this was. We were supposed to be in control. Focused. But with him, I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. The danger only made it worse—made it better. “This is a bad idea,” I gasped as his mouth moved to my neck, his teeth grazing my skin just enough to make me shiver. I hated how much I wanted him, how much I craved the darkness he carried with him. He was supposed to be my partner, my enemy, my—something I couldn’t quite define.

He would burn the world before letting her go. But would she let him? That night, Aria found herself restless again. She wandered the halls until she stumbled into the library, its shelves towering high, filled with centuries of forgotten lore. She trailed her fingers along the spines of old tomes until a worn, leather-bound book caught her eye. It practically hummed beneath her touch. Opening it, she found passages about revenants, about ancient blood magic that twisted wolves into something monstrous. But what struck her most were the warnings—about how such magic was always tied to bonds, to love, to power greater than flesh.

Cassian’s fingers traced my bottom lip, smearing something warm across my chin. Blood. Not mine. His voice was a low purr against my trembling mouth. “Now,” he murmured. “You’re finally mine.” The light flickered. The shadows moved. And then— That was it. Blackness consumed the room. Darkness swallowed us whole. THE END THANK YOU FOR FOLLOWING THIS SERIES TO THE VERY END. Author I*******m @agkbooks

“Do it properly. Don't be sloppy. Little by little until you get him to agree to what I want to happen. Open up this topic to him but don't make it obvious.” He ended the call with just a reminder about what I would do to attract Callum. Can I really do that? I’m too innocent to even know how to romance my husband! I don’t know a thing about romancing or seducing a man because I don’t have any experience about that! Fuck! I stood up straight when someone suddenly opened the door. And there, I saw Callum looking so wasted. I was shocked to see his face. His dress shirt’s buttons were now open. I don’t know where his coat is now and his necktie.

Greedy, she ground herself against George, who captured her hips with both hands and thrust up into her with a violence. She felt her fangs drop and as she watched him slip into place in a slow, seductive manner. He looked wild and untamed, with his hair everywhere and his fangs on full display. Ana’s need for more went for fucking to feeding. He took control of her hips, but she dove into his throat, deliberately nicking the flesh behind his ear. “I need to taste you right now.” George felt her slim fangs slice smoothly into his flesh and he bucked underneath her as she drew her full pull of his life’s blood. It made all his appetites heighten and he couldn’t resist partaking of hers with t

At its far end sat a simple altar, around which were placed dozens more candles. Otherwise, it seemed empty. Caitlin wondered for a moment what she was doing here. Was there a special reason? Or had her mind just been playing tricks on her? A side door suddenly opened, and Caitlin spun. Walking towards her, Caitlin was surprised to see, was a nun—short, frail, dressed in flowing white robes, with a white hood. She walked slowly, and walked right up to Caitlin. She pulled back her hood, looked up at her and smiled. She had large, shining blue eyes, and seemed too young to be a nun. As she smiled wide, Caitlin could feel the warmth coming off of her. She also sensed that she was one of hers: a

Still, my curiosity — my need — refused to die. A few nights later, I found myself creeping back toward Lord Blackwood’s chambers like a thief in the night. My heart hammered wildly as I pressed myself against the wall beside his door, careful not to make a sound. The noises that greeted me were even more intense than the first time. Low, guttural groans mixed with a woman’s breathy whimpers. The rhythmic slap of skin against skin echoed through the heavy wood. I squeezed my thighs together, already feeling myself grow wet.