Novel & Cerita What Is Dark Romance Genre

Hello to my beautiful readers!! Welcome onboard on this journey with me, and I’d like to say thank you all for giving this book a chance. Without further delay, I’d like to clearly state that this book is not one of your traditional Romance novels. This book is heavy with dark themes. LET ME SAY IT AGAIN, THIS BOOK IS HEAVY WITH DARK THEMES. So, if you’re uncomfortable with reading explicit sex scenes, detailed emotional, mental, and physical abuse, violence, murder, blood spillage—then this book is definitely not for you.

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Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locals is entirely coincidental. This book has mature content violence, abuse. You've been warned it can be triggering and is 18+ as it is a Dark Romance novel. I'm strictly against plagiarism! warning ⚠️ DO NOT COPY MY WORK! And yes please do give your votes and comments as it motivates me to write more. Do share this story with as many people as you can. If you're looking for drama, hot love making scenes and drool worthy men, betrayal and spicy twists with heart aches, I welcome you whole heartedly.

After only a few minutes of trying to catch our breath in the dark room, the crazy heat between us started up all over again. Callan rolled onto his back, reaching out his big hands to grab my waist and pulling me up on top of him. "Get on top," he told me, his dark blue eyes looking right into mine. I didn't wait. I climbed over his legs, sitting right on his hips. I leaned down and licked his big chest, tasting his salty sweat and running my tongue all over his hard muscles. I grabbed his big, hard dick with my hand, holding it straight up. Slowly, I pushed my hips down, sliding his thick cock deep back inside my wet pussy.

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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Also for the people who haven't understood. This is a dark romance so there will be the dark concept. And you already know I don't do injustice with my characters so don't worry once asshole can't be a forever asshole in my book at least so yeah. I will also put a disclaimer soon.

The night just fell making the whole room turned darker as Damon already broke the lamps but the moans of pleasure and growls of satisfaction filled the darkroom with only the proof of a big bad alpha. Damon knight claiming his only precious possession as his. But not as a possession but as his love. His first and last love. Damon fell on her sweaty body as they both ride their pleasure and came to an end. His face was dug deep inside her crook. The effect of drug turned off and his body started to get tired. But his heart still wanted to have her again and again. Moving away he stared at her face as her breathing was calmer than before. She opened her tired eyes and stared in his dark gaze

The one who could burn him alive and kiss the wound better. You stuck through the silence, the pain, the almosts, and the push-pulls. And when I was on the edge of giving up, you were the reason I didn’t. So here I am. Still writing. Still pushing. Still pouring my soul into every word because you deserve that. Dark romance isn’t everyone’s thing. But if it’s yours, then you get it. You get how love can be painful and beautiful. How obsession can look like devotion. How the line between “I need you” and “I might destroy you” can be so, so thin.

It was full of everything neither of us was saying, every implication left hovering in the gallery air between the seascape and the tall windows and the golden columns of afternoon light. My heart was slamming against my ribs with a force I was certain was visible through the silk of my dress. I was warm in a way that had nothing to do with the room. There was a low, persistent pull somewhere deep in my core that I recognized dimly, distantly, as something I had not felt in so long it had almost ceased to seem like something I was capable of. Desire. Clean and uncomplicated and entirely, dangerously real. Not performed. Not managed. Not the cold physics of a body going through required motio