Top 10 Dark Romance Books Novels & Stories

Workaholic Owen hears a woman's voice coming from his bathroom during a power outage. When he finds out that his newest neighbour, Meg, is terrified of the dark, he does what good neighbours do: helps her out of the shower. This story is part of the When The Lights Go Out universe. These stories do not need to be read in any particular order; they all revolve around the same event, but are stand alone pieces. *** People were always surprised when I told them what I did for a living.

“You need some insanely handsome guy to fuck Stephen completely out of your system.” Heat flooded my cheeks instantly. And unfortunately… One very specific handsome man immediately appeared in my mind. Sebastian Blackwood. The image of his wet body. His dark eyes. The way he kissed me. My entire body heated embarrassingly fast. “Bella?” Amelia asked suspiciously. “Why are you suddenly quiet?” “Nothing!” She laughed loudly. “You already have someone in mind, don’t you?” If only she knew. “No,” I lied quickly. “I’m just tired.”

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Something she’d long since come to terms with. The only silver lining in her otherwise mundane life was her books. Specifically, dark romance books. It all started with her accidentally coming across one on a popular book site. The book had garnered over one million readers and she decided to give it a try. Since then, she’d been thrust into the world of morally grey characters with looks that could kill and a thing for cuffing you before giving you the best sex of your life. Did anybody know of this hobby of hers? No. She’d been sure to keep her dark romance collection away from her parents. Of course, her mother had come across it one time but she’d quickly made up and explanation and prie

“Matters of the pack are more important than retrieving your betrothed's remains? You talk as if you are alpha!“ Tamon the scarred werewolf spoke in obvious disdain. Darius glared at him but remained silent. Gripping the fang of authority tightly, he muttered one word. “ Dismissed.“ Without a word, they all vanished leaving a gust of wind. Well, it's not like they literally vanished, but it was because they were too fast to be seen by the naked eye. Alone in the hall, Darius gritted his teeth. Gone was the saintly and meekly facade. Covering his face with the back of his hand, said in a voice that was shaking with rage and hate. “ Even when you are dead, you still cause a lot of trouble for

And I was dripping all over his fingers, curling slowly. Ecstasy built torturously inside of me while my walls fluttered around him. It was dark romance coded with every touch—possession, pain, passion. He added another finger, pumping my cunt lazily, thumb rubbing my clit. The pleasure nearly blinded me. "Deny it all you want, sister. But your pussy weeps for your stepbrother." He was grounding his huge hardness against my thigh. His cock was thick and ready, promising more. "I'll fuck you right here, fill you deep like before, and make you scream my name."

The moment I did, the darkness was filled with them. Finn’s rough thumb against my cheek. Kelly’s massive frame looming over me. “Nova...” I could hear them in the hiss of the steam, their voices merging into a dark, forbidden demand. In my mind, the fantasy bloomed, violent and intoxicating. A soft, broken moan escaped my lips. My hand slid down my wet belly, my fingers parting my aching folds and sliding straight into the slick, dripping heat of my own desire. I was soaking wet, leaking heavily.

A slow, hot burn that tightened my chest and slicked my thighs. Then I saw him. He rose from a throne of ebony and bone. A silhouette of pure darkness wrapped in black leather. Obsidian and silver covered his face—a wolf's snout, narrow slits for eyes, a mouth that showed nothing but the occasional gleam of fang. The Phantom. Our gazes locked. The bond slammed into place like a physical blow. A primal snarl ripped from his throat, echoing through the hall. Conversations died. Every wolf turned to watch.

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The way he'd call me good girl in that broken voice like I was the last light in his darkness. Now? He barely looked at me. My heart twisted. Maybe I wasn’t enough. Maybe I never was. I slipped on the black silk robe he liked—no panties. I needed him to see me. Need me. Remember what we had. I padded down the hall and found his office door cracked open. He wasn’t alone. A woman with dark hair. Pale legs wrapped around his lap. His hands on her ass. Mirelle. I staggered back before I could scream. I turned and ran, heart in my throat.