What We Called Therapy After Dark Novels & Stories

FREAKY AFTER DARK: CONTENT WARNINGS What You're About To Read This collection doesn't do safe. It doesn't do vanilla. If you're looking for paranormal romance where the monsters are basically humans with extra features, keep scrolling. Freaky After Dark is unapologetically filthy paranormal erotica where supernatural beings act like the feral, dominant, possessive creatures they actually are. These stories are designed for readers who've been waiting for monster romance that actually commits to the monster part.

Because from the corner of my eye, across the street — behind the line of parked cars — I saw someone standing under a flickering streetlight. A tall figure in a dark coat. Still. Watching. My heart slammed into my ribs. The light flickered again. And he was gone. "Therapy..." I muttered as I closed my eyes and heaved in a deep sigh, "That's all I need... Therapy. He's not here. He's not real." And slowly, I drifted off to sleep.

Three Weeks Later By the time three weeks had passed, my life had returned to its strict, predictable, almost boring routine. My professional boundaries were my sanctuary. As a therapist, my job required patience, structure, and absolute composure. My small private clinic was my pride and joy—crisp white walls, organized bookshelves, and soft velvet chairs positioned near the entrance for clients, with my workstation centered in the room.

“Clean me up. Then you’re sleeping here. I’m not finished reminding you who owns the locked door.” I pulled out slowly, watched my cum start to leak from her, and felt the same dark, addictive pull that had started the night she first told me to lock her office door. Whatever this had become, neither of us was walking away from it. And tomorrow I would sit at my desk again, marked and sore, already counting the hours until she decided to open another door.

Because of my fragile health, my best friend, Eva, kept me on a tight leash growing up. She always told me, "Leah, you can't take risks." So for every date David and I planned, she had to test it out for me first. When the new roller coaster opened at the amusement park and she said it was too intense for my heart, David took her instead. After I booked a bed-and-breakfast by the ocean, Eva said the night breeze was too strong for me. So David spent the night there with her. I made reservations at a romantic couple's restaurant, only for her to say the menu might trigger an allergic reaction. That was why David took her to try it first. Every time they came back, Eva would look me in t

Even though my company is now officially called Primewell Group, our number of employees is still limited. Asher said appreciatively, “The therapist you recommended is excellent. I’ve had several sessions, and I can already feel the difference.” Elena looked at him with surprise and delight. “Really? Do you feel like the treatment is working?” He nodded firmly. “Yes.” “At least now, when I stare into the darkness, it doesn’t frighten me the way it used to.” Elena smiled with relief. “That’s good. Take your treatment seriously and try to recover as quickly as possible.”

By the time we left the safe house, I was wearing a short black dress that clung to every curve, no underwear, and the slow trickle of him already marking my inner thighs. The club was called Afterdark. From the outside it looked like any other expensive, exclusive place, black façade, discreet sign, two large men at the door who checked names against a list. Dominic gave a name that wasn’t his. Money changed hands. We were waved inside. The interior was all low light, dark velvet, and the low thump of music that felt more like a pulse than a song. Private booths lined the walls. A long bar ran the length of one side. At the far end, a mirrored hallway led to the back rooms Crowe had describ

“That’s it. You’re done with private care. Clinic can take the rest. You’ve got the home program. Don’t skip the posterior chain work.” Cole stayed where he was, breathing hard, sweat cooling on his skin. “That’s all you’re going to say?” Rowan packed the bands slower than usual. “What else is there? The knee’s solid. Timeline’s met. Agency closes the file this afternoon.” “And us.” The word sat in the room heavier than any of the earlier ones. Rowan zipped the bag, set it down, and finally looked at him straight. “There isn’t an official ‘us.’ There’s eight weeks of me putting my hands on you because I was paid to, and then putting my cock in you because I couldn’t stop. That part ends when

[RAVEN] When Raven woke up that morning, she could not help but notice the unusual quiet surrounding her. The ruins of the Black Castle, now known as the Black Hall, housed a hundred town vampires, most of which were labelled with the Mark of Aurora. As soon as the sun rose, they would bustle around, testing her patience. She hated that she had to use her powers to ease their lives but when Alexander had asked for her help, it wasn’t in her ability to deny him. She had performed the dark spell and given them the ability to move freely under the sun while some simply burned out at the slightest exposure to the sun’s rays.

As I lay there thinking, I questioned how I could get myself hopeful of killing the bastard again. It took me close to a year of therapy to forget my fear of darkness. I felt empty as I stared blankly at the ceiling of the room. Here I was, trapped again, with no way of escape. I had tried to attack Lenard Lee, and he wasn’t happy about it. The days after this would be torture.