The Dark Triad Book Novels & Stories

Joel is built like something designed specifically to ruin women's composure. He's the quietest of the three and somehow that makes him the most dangerous. He undresses efficiently and completely and stands there and lets me look and I look at all three of them, Dante still on his knees, Marcus behind me, Joel standing in the middle of the room, and something wild and electric moves through me. Three men. All mine. All tonight. "Come here," I say to Joel.

"And the reason she's dead is because she let you break her. But I'm not her. I'm the version that survived. I'm the version that fought back. And I have three little reasons why I will never, ever let anyone like you take me anywhere." The triplets emerged from behind the rubble, their tiny claws extended, their silver eyes blazing with a protective rage that made my heart swell with pride. They were barely old enough to walk, but already they were warriors, baring their teeth at the alternative Triad with a defiance that was pure Lilith. The alternative me stared at them, his face cycling through a dozen expressions before settling on one of pure, unfiltered disgust. "You've bred her," he

it’s a great mistake to hid and cover up in the darkness because where there’s a dark the shadows/soul is more dominant They witnessed how the dark part of the castle devour their comrade “help!” they all flinched when they saw blood splurt out from the corner “My liege will make you regret that you lived this life. Do not have any worries about our new brothers and sisters! Serving our master is our greatest pleasure” the resurrected paladin announced and started attacking the living forces “So, only fighting is our choice here huh?” Alfonso gave up on the idea of escaping ‘at least we have her’ looking at the mad girl, he thought that this is the only good thing that the girl have –her abi

As far as Summer was concerned the man was just a deadbeat. Asher considered, "so what caused him to suddenly appear?" Finally the question that would truly bring everything to light. "Power." Summer started heart beginning to turn somersaults. "He needed me to grow his power. My father is much more than just a business man Asher. He is the leader of one of three local gangs in this area." "What?" Asher's eyes grew huge at Summer's confession. "What do you mean gang?"

"It does not work like that, he won't forget stage by stage, it's about his dark side, the more powerful his dark side becomes the more his memories would be taken in dark. Freeing him from every single feeling, emotion and making him a beast that doesn't remember anything or know anyone. He will just do what he will crave for and you know what he will want? Blood, cries agony, hurting others that will what he will like doing." She looked afraid, scared just by thinking about a tribrid becoming a brutal monster. He could do the worst and far more horrible things if we wouldn't succeed in breaking the spell. "Okay, so I will go and discuss this with others. Elena, you should go and see Eva I'

The Dark One said, watching the group carefully, trying to wait for the perfect time to attack. “I am not killing those babies, you want them dead you will do it yourself. I am only here for the seer and the location of the book, we are not a team nor will I help you kill your sister. She's a pain in the ass sometimes, but she is far better than you. I will not prevent you from getting your revenge, but I will not help you. Now I am going to get the seer, whether you come or not.” Triton said, as he snatched away from the Dark One who stayed back to wait until they distracted before he attacks. The Ocean God didn't know his plans for the King of Kings. He was excited that the odds were in hi

I loved my women as vibrant, sharp and witty, arrogant, bold, Sheila had them all, But that didn't change the fact that it wasn't all about trivia. I fell in love with Sheila because she was the next best trivia. I pushed the door open to see her lying in bed, reading a book titled MATED TO THE CURSED LYCAN KING by Lade d writes.

It was Damian Knight’s voice when he said, “You belong to me.” Because a part of her believed him. And a darker part didn’t want to argue. She stood restlessly and wandered the room. Her fingers trailed along the bookshelves. Most were hardbound. Thick, glossy, untouched. Titles like Power & Play, Behavioral Strategy, and Psychology of Loyalty. One book was crooked. She tilted her head. It was the only one not aligned with the rest. She reached out. Pulled it. Nothing happened. No secret door. No dramatic reveal.

I flipped it over to read the back. Then I saw the title on the spine. Craving The Wrong Man by Nancy Grey. I froze. The wrong man. I looked at the description. A woman trapped by circumstances, falling for the dangerous man sent to protect her. Forbidden desire. Enemies to lovers. High stakes romance. My face burned hot. Oh, this was too close. Way too close. This was basically my life right now, packaged as a romance novel. Minus the actual romance part, of course. Because I wasn't falling for Zade. I wasn't.

⚠️🔞 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