The exploration of the delicate equilibrium between passion and darkness in dark romance takes center stage in The DarkeSide Chronicles, as Kaya Darke takes readers through this forbidden territory.
If you’ve landed here, you probably already know who I am. If not, hi, I’m Kaya, and I write dark romance.
You’d think after all this time I’d have gotten better at talking about myself but sometimes I think that’s just the opposite. In this case I’d rather talk about writing and the characters I make up then delve into my own gloriously complex mind, but here we are.
Essentially: if you’re not a fan of dark romance, and you don’t read dark romance, do not enter here. Trigger warnings and sensitive topics abound, my blog isn’t for the sensitive.
If you’re offended don’t email me because you’ll get the same answer from me there as I’m about to write here: get fucked 😉
The funeral of my twin sister Alessia is a macabre spectacle, a gathering of wolves in mourning black, their eyes gleaming with hunger for power. I stand at the head of the casket, my face barely masks my grief. Inside, I am a storm of emotions. Guilt, rage, and sorrow war within me, a tempest that threatens to drown me in a sea of tears. My family watches me with cold, calculating eyes, their judgment a palpable weight upon my shoulders.
The Allure of Dangerous Love: Unpacking the Appeal of Dark Romance Dark romance revolves around intense and often dangerous relationships that push the boundaries of societal norms. But what is it about these toxic and tumultuous pairings that keeps readers coming back for more? In this blog post, we’ll dive into the allure of dangerous love and why it continues to be a popular theme in dark romance.
Chapter 15: Aria – No Going Back
The blinding light coming through my hotel room windows renders me blind for a moment. I can see some sort of figure, though. I put my hand up to shield my eyes to see that Torrin is sitting on my couch. The sight of him makes my heart palpitate in my chest, and the stir of excitement in my stomach makes menervous.
Torrin still gives me butterflies, and knowing what’s between us? It makes my body yearn to touch him. It’s an immense effort not to immediately cross the roomand throw myself into his arms.