Historias de Darkromnce

Minha mãe o chamava de amor Eu o chamava de perigo. Victor entrou nas nossas vidas parecendo o homem perfeito Elegante, Inteligente, Intocável. Mas eu sabia que havia algo errado Só não imaginava que, enquanto tentava descobrir seus segredos, acabaria me tornando um deles. Porque o problema nunca foi quem Victor era. O problema foi desejar um homem que eu deveria odiar Um homem capaz de destruir tudo o que toca.

A MTF dark romance novel, book 1 in my #becomingher series. Based on a true story. Allen and Allie were inseparable twins bound by blood, love, and shared dreams. But one reckless night, everything shatters. A car accident rips Allie away, leaving Allen drowning in grief, guilt, and isolation. Branded as the murderer of his sister, his father turns to alcohol and violence, while his mother slips into a terrifying delusion, calling him by his dead sister's name. As if the suffocating guilt wasn't enough, Callum the one person Allen ever truly loved turns his back on him, feeding the flames of hatred. Once childhood best friends, now enemies, Callum leads the charge in making Allen's life a living hell. Alone, broken, and desperate, Allen clings to the one thing that remains his identity. The girl within, the truth he's been too afraid to face. But when the torment escalates to a dangerous level, Allen vanishes, leaving the ghosts of his past behind. Or so he thinks. Dark, emotional, and heartbreakingly raw, High Stakes is a gut-wrenching journey of loss, identity, and forbidden love.

love, romance and fall of happiness, (Don't trust me) .

In this city, morality is nothing more than a poorly remembered story. The streets do not judge; they swallow. They take promises, dreams, names... and never truly give them back. People often think evil can be recognized. But here, it has no fixed face. It changes voice, side, and reason. Sometimes, it even disguises itself as justice. Gangs, cartels, mafias, police - all speak of survival, as if surviving were enough to give meaning to what they destroy. But in the constant pursuit of power, one question is forgotten: what remains of us when there is no one left to dominate? Maybe the real monster is not the one who kills. It is the one who gets used to it without trembling.

Min Skrämmande Förföljare: Dark romance, Stalker vibes, mystery and triller. Jag satt vid tågstationen och väntade på hennes nästa stopp medan regnet fullständigt dränkte min hud. Jag var på väg hem efter en lång arbetsdag, puh... äntligen lite ledig tid, tills jag vände mig om för att titta åt vänster och såg en lång, mörk figur stå höljd i skuggorna, stående under en fladdrande strålkastare. Han rörde sig inte alls, bara stod, talade inte, bara tittade på mig som om jag vore ett byte. Jag fick genast rysningar längs ryggraden och tittade ner mot mina händer, darrande, min andedräkt darrade och mitt ansiktsuttryck förändrades till ren paranoia. Jag märkte att tåget var på väg att anlända, jag tog snabbt ett djupt andetag för att lugna ner mig, jag tittade tillbaka och förföljaren försvann, jag var tvungen att kontrollera två gånger bara för att vara säker. -Han var verkligen borta, sa jag viskande för mig själv innan jag gick på tåget. Men jag skulle snart inse att det bara var första steget i hans plan... och snart skulle han ta den chansen.... Hoppas att ni gillar min story :)

The world knows her as a blessing. Helena daughter of the Moon Goddess, walks in light, her presence making flowers bloom and forests flourish. But beneath the beauty lies something dangerous-an untamed force capable of destruction. She fears herself more than any enemy ever could. When a war erupts between the celestial gods and the demon realm, Helena is hunted for the power she refuses to wield. The world wants to claim her-some to use her, others to destroy her. But one man stands in her way: Jungkook, the Alpha Demon King. The trees whisper her name, the rivers carry her sorrow, and every flower blooms beneath her touch. But there is a cruel truth tied to her existence-if she ever leaves, the forest will wither and die. © All rights reserved