Short Dark Romance Books Novels & Stories

He never gave her money to glam up, but he wanted her to glam up. When I got to the bus stop, I brought out my phone to order for a uber. I always sat at the bus stop to order a ride. While I wait for my ride, I enjoyed the beautiful busy view of my small town. Greentown was name after the beautiful gardens that was almost everywhere in the town.

I stared at the window, watching people walking down the street, and for perhaps the first time in my life, I wondered if any of them were a wizard or a sorceress, and if so, if they had to do what I did - to always run away from something and be careful about everything they do - are they as homeless as I am? I sighed and took a sip of my cup of coffee. After looking out the window again, I saw a tall, well-built guy, about 19 years old, with dark eyes and black half-long, wavy hair, falling slightly over his left eye. His complexion was milky white, which was quite strange, as his features suggested that he was rather Italian. This young man wore dark navy blue jeans and a white shirt with

She stuttered, “Off… off the lights.” Laurence's fingertip stayed on her forehead for a long time as he looked at her knitted brows. “Aren't you afraid of the dark?” Zoey didn't want him to see her face when she was turned on. It was something she couldn't control. They were like the most intimate lovers in bed. She said a little breathily, “Switch it on again after we finish.” Laurence kissed her ear. It seemed like he liked her ear very much these days. He grunted hoarsely and switched off the light. Other than the faint light shining in through the curtains, the room was nearly pitch black.

But all her hopes are crushed now. All she saw was darkness in her future .... She turned around to see ana but found no one but the man standing in front of her,her whole body went numb to see Damien standing in front of her in formal clothes all in black except his shirt which was white. He was looking at her smiling face with softness in his eyes. In his eyes she was no less than an angel wearing a long white dress. Her cleavage was visible a little bit ,one thing he found funny was that she was wearing white bra to hide her revealing skin.

He stood and slipped out of his shorts and boxers, his member already hard and erect. I licked my lips, my hips arching with desire to feel him between my legs. He turned and knelt on the floor, fumbling for his jeans. I heard the plastic packaging open, and he returned, ready for me. He climbed up onto the bed and kissed me deeply as he moved over my body. I wrapped my arms around his back, and he positioned himself at my entrance. We locked gazes, the blue of his eyes shining even in the dark as he delved into me.

he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“

More… specific. I read romance novels and decided the first step to getting his attention was to make him see me as something other than Jane’s little friend. I started wearing shorter skirts when I knew I’d see him. Tighter tops. I’d pull my hair up to expose my neck, mimicking gestures I’d seen in movies. But he never gave me a second glance. Not until I went for the nuclear option. Last night, I sent him photos. Not just any photos. Explicit ones. Carefully angled, lit by the dim lamp in my dorm room, leaving nothing to the imagination. I sent them to his private email, the one I’d memorized from seeing it on paperwork years ago.

I freeze, my breath caught in my throat as I stare at the stunning image before me. Seductive blue eyes. Thin kissable lips. Jet-black hair that's carelessly tousled in loose waves. Broad chest in a black long-sleeved shirt that hugs his firm muscles. The top buttons are undone, revealing the black curly hair on his tanned chest. The thick bulge lodged in his groin. And those coarse fingers that brushed and swiped at my pussy on his board… Zack fucking Brooks?!!! Author's note: I apologize for the late update. My phone was stolen. Anyway, I'm back now. I will update 4 chapters tomorrow.

Depends on how you take his character;)) Do check out my other book "NOT MINE" it is a dark romance and contains all sorts of things, you readers might love to read (evil grin). It may not seem dark at first but it'll fuck with your minds later. That book is complete.

The cliffside mansion rose like something out of a dark romance novel, all glass and stone overlooking the crashing waves. I arrived at exactly 11 PM, my heart hammering as I clutched my portfolio. My name is Nova Ellis — twenty-four, unpublished romance writer with a drawer full of very spicy manuscripts I’d never shown anyone. Damien Cross opened the door himself. At thirty-six, he was even more striking in person — tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp cheekbones, tousled dark hair, and piercing steel-gray eyes that seemed to strip me bare with one look.