Ya Dystopian Romance Books Novels & Stories

Daria looked at it for a long time after the bedroom door closed. "He's going to break people's hearts someday," she said quietly. "Both of them will. Just in different ways." "I know," Katya said. She poured more wine. Outside, snow had started falling again, thick and steady, the city disappearing behind it. She was already thinking about Velgorod. Not consciously. Not yet. But somewhere underneath the daily machinery of her life, something had been building for months — an itch she couldn't reach, the unfinished feeling of a building left half-restored.

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

“Especially now.” She slid off the bed, backing away until her legs hit the edge. “If you touch me” “I won’t,” he said immediately. That surprised her. “I’m not here to hurt you,” he continued. “I never was.” Her hands shook. “You already did.” Silence stretched between them. “I was raised to take what I needed to survive,” Dante said quietly. “Affection was currency. Control was love. I didn’t know any other way.” “That doesn’t excuse you,” Ruby snapped.

Day 2. Dian POV The first thing I registered was the cold. Specifically, the lack of blanket covering my side of the bed. I cracked an eye open and found Yas sprawled across the bed like she had fought a war for the duvet and won. She had twisted the whole thing around her body in a cocoon-style, leaving me exposed to the cold morning air. The second thing I noticed? She was drooling on my chest, her mouth was slightly open. I looked at her hair that was currently a mess– half across her face and half tangled under my arm.

LYRA I sit in the back of the SUV, watching the trees blur past like green smudges on a canvas, but I’m not really looking at them. I’m too busy contemplating whether it’s too late to fling the car door open and hurl myself into the woods. Death by wolf-speed escape or dramatic forest collapse sounds preferable to whatever fresh hell awaits me at Zane Wynter’s doorstep. Alpha Asshole, King of Brooding, the musclebound enigma with ridiculous self-control, and gold eyes that make my spine shiver in all the wrong, and maybe a few of the right, ways.

He just shut the door behind him and began gesturing into the room, his eyes dragging across every inch of her body. Isadora’s body quivered from within, the look in his eyes stirring up something rough and dangerous within her. But she shut it out. Because… she couldn’t be dripping or desiring him again, like he and his brother didn’t fucking ruin her body like she was theirs to greedily ravish. “So, you are into stuff like this?” Damian asked, raising the book that she was reading. It was a dark romance, and the title was enough introduction about what the book contained.

Paige Colin’s words scared me. I felt like he was planning to run from me, much like I’ve been doing to him. I was sure that he would leave my room and go back to his girls in Aurora Flame. I heard stories about Aurora Flame girls. The Alpha gets his pick of them. Most of those stories were probably about his father, Charles. Colin tosses me on my bed and climbs in to wrap his arms around my waist, pulling me closer. His touch sends shockwaves through my skin. What the hell is wrong with me? My body craves his. Why am I keeping myself at arm's length? I know Colin isn’t Cory. Cory’s touch didn’t even turn me on, which is why we did nothing more than fool around. Colin only has to look at me

I didn’t think I’d meet up with him, but if he put in the effort to come see me, I’d make time for him. Then there was Dane. Goddess, just his name had me clenching my thighs together. He was a high risk, but I swiped right on Dane because he was everything I had ever wanted, fantasy-wise. And if I ever met up with him, that’s all it would ever be: a fantasy. When I picked a book off of my TBR shelf to read the dirtiest, smuttiest, violent-filled dark romance novel, I pictured a man like Dane. Yeah, he’s my favorite too.

~ELYSIA~ As I unpacked my meager belongings, I hummed softly to myself, feeling a sense of belonging. The books in the room whispered to me, a silent army of companions, ready to whisk me away to worlds where love didn't come with strings attached and danger didn't lurk in every shadow.

As long as she was with me, it didn’t matter. “The whole Isla and Chance thing is a story for another day.” * The End* Do you want more Dionysus Rising? Let me know if you do and thank you from the bottom of my heart for reading! I love you all ❤️