Steamy Paranormal Romance Novels & Stories

Rosie never thought the magick of love might be her downfall… But Caleb wants this unusual woman more than he ever imagined he would. Can he convince her his heart is true before he loses her forever? Awakening: A Paranormal Romantic Thriller Collection Genre: Paranormal Mystery/Thriller with Romantic and Visionary Elements Enter a world where nightmares exist. If you do wake up, you may find it’s not a dream at all… A MISPLACED LIFE Death is only the beginning… Alexa Hamilton is having a bad week. She just died.

* "Just to feel how wet you are..." *With a sultry smile, Stefanie steps closer to Y/N, allowing their hand to rest against the damp fabric covering her soaked slit.* "Go ahead, darling," *she murmurs, biting her lower lip as she watches Y/N's reaction.* *Feeling your hand on my pussy... it drives me wild... Makes me crave your cock even more...* *As your fingers trace along the edge of her panties, Stefanie gasps softly, her body shivering with anticipation.*

“You won't be the first.” . . . [Hi there, Evermore here. Thanks for reading. Just wanted to let you know that this is a dark erotica MM romance, meaning that across these chapters there'll be gruesome stuff like abuse, stalking, degradation, power play, also murder and a bunch of other stuff. Yeah. So, if these aren't your cup of tea, you can kindly skip this book. Thanks for your time.]

Strictly 18+. Note, this is a forbidden steamy dark romance with four alpha male.

I lick the rim of my glass, tasting the tartness of the lemon, imagining I’m licking it off her soft skin. Rose’s dressed in nothing but a t-shirt and panties. I watch as she rolls over onto her back and sighs with frustration. I smile to myself, thinking I should probably adjust her temperature, but I just want to torture her a little longer. Suddenly, I see her hand run over her stomach and down into her panties.

Stella, an 18-year-old college student, was bored and horny. She had always been fascinated by the occult and decided to try her hand at summoning a demon for some much-needed sexual gratification. Armed with a dusty old tome she had found at a thrift store, she set up candles, drew pentagrams, and began chanting the incantation.

"Walking around in these tiny shorts. Looking at me like you want me to ruin you." "Then ruin me," Sara whispered. "Fuck me, Callum. I want my stepbrother to destroy my pussy." Callum groaned deeply. He yanked her tank top over her head and threw it aside. His mouth attacked her breasts. Sucking hard on one nipple while his hand squeezed the other. Sara moaned loudly. Her head fell back in pleasure. "Yes... suck my tits... mark me..." He pushed her onto the bed. She landed on her back. Callum stripped off his briefs. His thick cock sprang free. Hard. Veined. The head already leaking precum. Sara licked her lips at the sight.

His warm mouth engulfs the head, and he takes me down inch by inch until the whole thing is buried inside him. We work our mouths in tandem, our tongues gliding over each other, our moans muffled by the hard cocks between our lips. We lick and slurp and suck like there’s no tomorrow, the wet sounds echoing through the steamy room. Our bodies are slick with sweat, and we slide against each other like two giant, slippery eels. I leak a constant stream of precum, which Diesel eagerly swallows. His Adam’s apple works overtime, and his stubbled chin glistens with my fluids. He must be loving the taste, judging by the way his cock is throbbing in my mouth.

The first figure materialized out of a swirl of brimstone—tall, pale, and haunting. Aron, the vampire, moved with impossible silence, his eyes latched onto Eve's throat, his lips drawing back to reveal fangs. "You're not from here, pretty pet," he murmured, circling her like a vulture. Alexander, the incubus prince, descended from the sky like a dark feather, his eyes smoldering as he inhaled her scent. "But you will be," he added. Alexander brushed the back of his fingers over the breast of her dress, her nipple hardening as it reacted to his hand.

I look up, chin slick, and say, “Offering plate’s right there, baby. Make it rain.” He stumbles over, cock in hand, jerking hard and fast while Rebecca and I sixtynine on the altar. She’s surprisingly good, her tongue was shy at first, then desperate, sucking my clit like she’s trying to save my soul one orgasm at a time. I come again, screaming into her pussy. Luke groans, aims, and unloads into the velvet offering bag his thick ropes of cum soaking the tithe envelopes like he’s paying extra for absolution.