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Immortal Desire - vampire, werewolf, witch - a fantasy-based story with dark romance and erotica (you can take a peek at this if it suits your genre taste) - completed 2. Midnight Feast -werewolf - this is a little dark. I don't know how to say it. See for yourself (I like this so much) -new book/on-going 3. The Deserted Wife -TDB book 2 -Romance/drama -new book/on-going

Hey guys! I'm so very glad that all of you that have reviewed are enjoying this, and I hope that those of you that haven't reviewed are enjoying it. Since this is the main story I'm working on, I've started pre-writing another, well, two actually. I'm stumped at which one I want to really focus on to publish next, and I'd like your opinion. I'm going to give the short synopsis of each story I'm working on. If you don't mind letting me know which one you'd like to see from me next, I'd really appreciate it. A Different Kind of Darkness

The moonlight bathed them in a soft glow, illuminating the path ahead. --- Pls support my story by liking and reviewing. And tell me what genre I should pick next like alpha, Rich billionaire, murder mystery, documentary, And I will pick one lucky person and tag him/her Tell me what you like about my story And who are your favorite characters And who you dislike in the story I can’t wait to read your reviews and comments Thanks for all the support fam, I appreciate it

she said as she closed the book and placed it in front of us. I sighed when she was so severe. You really couldn't refuse. It's either you share, or you fight. “Well, I don't have a big problem but...” I paused; she raised her eyebrows. “What is it?” she asked. I swallowed. I don't know if she can understand this one. I'm pretty sure that when I tell her the story, she might just be confused or laugh at me. “I don't know if I should talk this one to you. I'm sure you'll be confused or wors—”

Which is why I haven’t been using it ever since I started writing 1001 Dark Tales. Yes, I could have written it quicker, but 1001 Dark Tales are dark romance tales. I’m not ashamed of anything I write, but I would rather not act out the scenes with three males who I don’t even know their names or what they look like. I push those thoughts away as I put the quill down and grabbed my other manuscripts, leafing through them. Each of them was only partly done and would benefit from using the quill on them. Before I could pull one out, though, I heard a knock at my door.

'' He whispered. ''No, don't stop...'' I whispered back drowsy with sleep. I have gotten used to cold and dark that I almost love it now. ''Goodnight Sky'' Shit! What was I doing? This wasn't going to end well at all.

Dark of Night Copyright 2019 Emily Goodwin Chapter One “What do you see when you look at this one?” The doctor holds up a card, showcasing an ink splotch that’s twisted and creepy, with eyes that follow you no matter where you go. I look at it, heart hammering away inside my chest. The mess of ink on the white paper reminds me of the monster that lurks in Nana and Papa’s basement, the one that tried to get Abby and Scott to go downstairs with it.

Ruby. My child. The family I let slip away. I’ll beg if I have to. Fight. Burn the world down again. But she’s not leaving without me this time. Not again. Never again. The king is ready to kneel. Just to rise with his queen. And just like that… this journey comes to an end. 🖤 I poured my heart into this story from beginning to end, every chapter, every twist, every emotion. Whether you read quietly, stayed in the background, or just discovered it now, I truly appreciate you being here.

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

My library professor whose deep commanding voice made my thighs clench during lectures. The man I’d fantasized about bending me over these very tables and fucking me senseless until I can’t remember my name. I opened the book, and the dedication page read: For those who crave quiet darkness.” My breath hitched. I flipped to the next page and started reading. “She knelt before him in the silence of stacks, skirts pushed high, panties already soaked. “Read it out,” He ordered. “Every filthy word, while I taste how wet you’ve become for me.”