Romantic Urban Fantasy Novels & Stories

I tried move away from him but his arm was already around my waist so it was impossible to leave. His blue eyes darkened into an almost couldn't hue I have come to recognize whenever he was angry and before I could utter another word ,he shoved me to the wall with a cruel harshness. "Kingston please"I pleaded.He could hurt me again.He always did whenever he was angry and I just made him so .Instead of hurting me like he always did ,he captured my lips in a fierce bruising kiss. AUTHORESS POV Kingston heard her soft whimper but he was too angry to pay any attention to it,he ignored it .

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“Why is it so dark? Please, turn on the lights, Anth.” I hesitated before pressing the soft buttons of the light switch and then the room brightened up. I heard her gasp first before my eyes took in the rose petals and unlit candles on the floor and on various pieces of furniture in the living room. My eyes scanned the room and spotted more rose petals, even the ones leading to the bedroom. The romantic setting of the place made my nervousness spike higher than before. “Did you do this?” I pushed every ounce of nervousness from my body and approached her then wrapped my arms around her shoulder. I placed my face against hers then kissed her cheek, feeling the softness of her skin and inhalin

"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.

But when I look up at him and see his good looks go dark under the fading lights, I almost feel like I’m dancing with a real live vampire, and there’s not much sexier than that. Someone bumps into me on my right, jerking me out of my Twilight sex- haze, and I look over in annoyance. No matter how crowded the dance floor gets, there’s still some etiquette to be followed, and part of that concept is the rule that says you’re not supposed to be an asshole and ruin a vampire love affair moment. After-work party, dead ahead. “Watch it,” I say to the dingbat blonde who’s bumping and grinding away with a group of girlfriends. She has her navy blue blazer rolled up to her elbows and her blouse untuc

“Vampires don’t save. They eat. Ask the North. Rumors say they’ve got one.” I hoarded every scrap: vampire, North, cursed prince maybe. Fell asleep clutching the letter like a lifeline. Two weeks later, the pack meeting. Community hall packed. Ethan and Ashley up front, glowing. Mom and Dad tense on the side. Me in the back, arms crossed, still damp from another border search that found nothing. Alpha Blackwood, Ethan’s father cleared his throat. “We’ve received a trade proposal from Northern Crescent Pack. An exchange of daughters to strengthen alliances. Blood ties. Standard politics.”

She stood there, panting. Proud. Arielle clapped. "Good girl." "Next time, bite them." "But good toss." Aris looked impressed. "Golden Wolf?" "Rare mutation." "Can I take a blood sample?" Sera growled at him. "Okay, okay, later," Aris muttered. They loaded the SUV. They drove out of the Undercity. Leaving behind a legend. The Void Witch and the Golden Beast. And the Crazy Doctor. Lycian's army was growing.

I couldn’t breathe, my lungs refused to draw in a breath. Dante’s voice was quiet and dangerous, rough with warning as he said, “Because I missed you.” He directed a cold smirk at me as he added, "Little sister." _____ Hello, dear readers. I write Dark Romance- about mafia, bully, arrange marriage, obsessed anti-heroes that you'll always fall in love with. And the theme of this book is the same. But this is the first time I am writing a book with mmfm. And if you skipped the Introduction, please note, this book will be DARK, with various themes you might not be comfortable with.

Fury at how he'd treated me, at how he'd made me feel worthless, at how he'd rejected me in the cruelest way possible. "You came all this way just to insult me?" I asked, surprised. "I came because I discovered something interesting," Damien said. "About who you really are. About your bloodline. And I realized I made a mistake letting you go." "You didn't let me go," I said. "You threw me away. You rejected me in front of the entire pack for another woman. You made it clear I was worthless." "Because you were!" he snapped. "But now I know what you are—a Lunar Witch. Do you have any idea how rare that is? How powerful?"

Julian’s mouth found mine again, and this time I returned the kiss, clumsy and inexperienced, my movements hesitant but eager. Jace’s lips trailed back to my neck and then lower, his teeth nipping the curve of my breast through the thin fabric of my bra. My back arched, a broken moan escaping my lips, only to be swallowed by Julian’s mouth. My wolf purred inside me, overwhelmed with joy at finally uniting with her mates. The heat in my body began to rise, and a deep throb coursed through my pussy. Just then, Jace slid between my legs, his hands settling on the waistband of my worn panties, slowly pulling it off.