Scary Romance Books Novels & Stories

He shifted slightly, pushing himself up onto one elbow so he could face her more directly, and the movement brought him closer to her without breaking the contact between their hands. Up close, he could see the faint translucence that still clung to her edges, the way the light passed through strands of her hair just slightly differently than it should have, but none of that mattered. She was present. She was here with him. Emotion swelled unexpectedly in his chest. “You know,” he said quietly, “I used to think ghosts would be terrifying if they were real.” A small, uncertain smile flickered across her lips. “But you…” He exhaled softly. “You’re the least scary thing I’ve ever seen.”

⚠️🔞 TRIGGER WARNINGS (DARK ROMANCE): ⚠️🔞 This is a DARK ROMANCE book with heavy, raw, and non-traditional themes. It contains highly sensitive content that some readers may find uncomfortable, triggering, or disturbing. This includes, but is not limited to: Domestic abuse and physical violence Forced marriage and extreme possessiveness Non-consensual/forced sexual situations and breeding themes Explicit sexual content (18+) Very strong language and toxic dynamics

Fabian and I have been friends for a long time but I just noticed that he has a beautiful body. Ever since I noticed this, I have always been looking at his body, when I think I think his body is getting hotter. One day I invited her to sleep over here at home, I dressed in an attractive dress and did not wear panties and a bra. When he came I told him to eat first but he refused because he said he had eaten before coming here, so I just told him to watch horror movies in my room when the horror movie started, every time I was scared, I would stick myself to him, in the middle of watching the laptop died so we did nothing but to charge it.

Her perky tits bounce slightly under her T-shirt, and I need to turn around and stop looking for my own good. “Want to play zombies after breakfast?” Jackson asks Scarlet. “Today’s Scarlet’s day off,” I remind him gently. “She’s here but not really here.” Jackson tips his head. “Huh?” Scarlet laughs. “It’s okay. I don’t really have any plans other than showering and reading a chapter or two from my book.” “Are there zombies in your book?” Jackson’s eyes widen. “Actually, yes.” Scarlet fills her plate and joins us at the table. “It’s a romance set in the zombie apocalypse. It’s really good.”

“Admit that you want me to fuck you hard. Tell me the only thing that exists in this godforsaken city is right here, in this shower.” Elian’s fingers dug into the wet muscles of Dex’s shoulders, he was shaking, he hated how much he wanted this, how much he needed this. He hated that Dex was the only person who could touch the craziness inside him without even trying. “What do you want? My darling husband.” Dex whispered deeply against his ear and Elian visibly shivered. “I... I want you to stop talking," Elian breathed, his voice breaking. He leaned forward, catching Dex’s lower lip between his teeth and tugging hard. “I want you to show me why everyone is so afraid of the Russo Syndicate.”

**DEDICATION** To the dreamers who find solace in stories, To the lovers of dark romance and untamed desires, And to those who embrace both the light and the shadows within; This book is for you. And to myself, ShineeSunshine; For the late nights, the endless imagination, and the courage to weave crimson tales of obsession and love. _______________ **BLURB** Book 1] CRIMSON : 'Il Velo di MINE' {The Veil of Mine} from MAFIA DARK ROMANCE MINE series

Iris's POV I swallowed, my throat felt raw. The taste of him was still on my tongue, whiskey and something darker, something alpha. My own scent was everywhere, too: sweet, the unmistakable musk of an omega in heat. I was lying against his chest on the study sofa. Rafael's hair was a mess, his lips slightly swollen from kissing me, from biting me. The heat had eased, the sharpest edge of it, anyway, the unbearable burning that had driven me down those stairs

I threw my head back at the pleasure; I couldn’t do anything but take it. My fingers curled into the sheets beneath me. He moved away from my neck. “You smell so good, my dear,” he said with a growl as he inched closer downwards. His movement halted at the knot of my blouse. He moved to untie it, and I held his arm, stopping him in place. My hand trembled slightly against his skin. “Are you scared, little lamb?” he asked, staring at my hand and then at my face, covered in a red hue.

“Let me ask, why did you choose those books, Lady Roxanne?” “They're my favorite genres. The plot twists and jump scares are amazing. They're thrilling to read and it keeps me going, but romance, it bores me to death.” “I've never met a girl who enjoys murder mysteries. I thought that was for the men. But you seem like the type who could read such terrifying books and still sleep soundly,” he remarked. I smiled knowingly.“Nice to meet you again.” Beta Miles looked amused for a reason I didn't understand. “Trust me, I would rather have a dragon than a mate.”

The apartment felt smaller than ever before, the walls seemingly closing in on me as the weight of Hartwell's threat pressed down on me but for now, I was safe. In the days that followed, the tension in the city grew as the city braced for the full moon. The whispers of the French Quarter grew more insistent, tales of werewolves rising to the surface as the nights grew longer and the air grew heavier with the scent of rain. I found myself unable to focus on my work, my thoughts consumed by the book. The thought of a humanlike creature that carried a genetic gene of a wolf, capable of transforming under the light of the full moon was fascinating yet terrifying. I was obsessed with the thought