Novels by Dark Fire

DamonI left his office after that. Don had come to give him some urgent information that had come. I used that opportunity to leave him. His words and actions hadn't left my head, it was still there. What he had told me. The date he wanted me to come on. I knew my answer. There wasn't enough time to say no but it was that and he knew that. I wouldn't be coming. I didn't want to come. He wouldn't string me back in. I fell on my bed as soon as I reached my room, taking a breath of relief. The tension that had been in my body when I was with him, naturally went away. He always made me nervous, this strange feeling in my bones and heart. The way he made everything in my body dysfunctional, I hated it. I began to pack my things so I could distract myself. He was on my mind constantly. Tomorrow we would be leaving and there was already little time left. It was late afternoon already, we would soon have lunch. After which I planned for a walk about and then after that it would be dinn

DamonWhen I woke up, I felt an energy that was charged and familiar. I didn't need to see him to know that he had arrived. Luciano was back. It was confirmed when Juliet knocked on the door to say that breakfast would be earlier because the boss was here and I had only thirty minutes to get ready. Today was supposed to be the last day. After that, by morning we would be getting ready to be on our way. This mini vacation had been quite relaxing, I didn't anticipate going back. I took a shower before changing into my clothes for the day. Since it was warmer, I felt more comfortable to wear something that was light. I took my phone and headed out, going to the dining room. I met a few of my colleagues, especially Bethany, so we both walked together. “He came back fast. I wonder why he had to leave so suddenly" she speculated to me as we walked. I shrugged, not saying anything because the truth was deeper than any of them could imagine. When we arrived at the dining room, we took o

Luciano As soon as I left the house with Tristan, I asked him to go ahead while I took a detour. I didn't want to head straight there because whoever among us was playing this game was about to make a mistake. Instead, I went to where most of the hunters usually lay low. As I pulled into the driveway of the house I noticed its emptiness. Maybe they had left here, in anticipation of my arrival. I walked out of my car and towards the door, it was locked shut of course and the inside was dead silent. Without attempting to knock first, I broke the door down and walked inside. The sitting room was large, one that usually held in a lot of people I assumed. Inside, there was no sign of life. Everywhere was clean, so tidy like a soul didn't stay here. I listened for anything but silence met me. I went up the stairs where most of the main rooms were. With each door I opened I was met with emptiness. It seemed I had judged wrong and this house was empty. Making sure that upstairs was ind

DamonWe had dinner that night without the presence of Luciano. I could hear some of them wondering among themselves why he wasn't here. I didn't say anything out loud because I was wondering the same too. It seemed strange that he would just leave. Unless of course something happened. Maybe something had gone wrong. Which was why he had met me so quickly and left just as quick. That explained that. He hadn't even sent a text. Nothing to say that he was leaving and when he would be coming back, if he was going to come back because I didn't expect so. Dave leaned in closer to speak to me. “I wonder if he had to leave because of something he couldn't speak about" I knew from his tone what he meant. I turned to look at him, wondering what to respond to that. I chose a shrug, “Well, I don't really care about any of that. He's the boss after all" He smiled and looked away, back to whom he had been speaking about. I hadn't sensed any malicious intent in his voice so I shook my doubts

Luciano Just after we had finished the race, Tristan had come to me. The look on his face wasn't one that was pleasant or happy even. He was about to tell me what the issue was but then Don had to make an announcement and I had to follow next. I quickly gave a congratulatory speech and said something about the gifts. My eyes hadn't left Damon for a minute since I had arrived here. After so many weeks of being away, I was glad to see him again. He was nervous about everyone finding out the truth but I didn't know how to tell him not to worry about it. Nobody would know because I made sure they wouldn't. After saying congratulations, I went straight to where Tristan sat and pulled him aside. He needed to tell me what the issue was or I wouldn't be able to relax. He didn't look me in the eye when he said it. “A group of our vampires were killed earlier today sir. Killed brutally, they were hunters" he said. My eyes immediately went up to meet him. I began to blaze with anger and r

DamonI jumped down from the house and began to run around, screaming my lungs out in happiness. It wasn't that this was a professional race or anything but it had been so long since I had raced. I didn't even think I had it in me anymore. It was a surprise, a pleasant one that I had won. I could hear the shouts behind me, coming from my coworkers as well. I turned back around and ran back towards them. Some of them ran to me as well, carrying me up like I had won a medal or trophy. You would think this was a very vital competition. Once the celebration wore off, I took the horses back to the stable and went to sit with everyone else. They high fived me as I took my seat. There was a huge smile on my face since I couldn't hold my happiness back. This wasn't an important win per say but it had raised my spirits. My eyes met his amidst all the talk and conversation, he had a proud smile on his face, one that he sent towards me along with a wink. I looked away quickly before anybod

“You didn't stop me. I didn't stop you. So who the fuck are we lying to?” His lips didn't lie. Mine did. And now I can't stop tasting the truth. — ELI CORTEZELIThe coffee burned my tongue, but I didn’t stop drinking it.I needed something, anything, to distract me from the fact that I was standing outside his office, wearing a damn tie.My hands tightly gripped my laptop and some documents I had to submit to him with my jaw clenched. This was all mom's fault. I would accept being disowned and thrown out of the country over this any day.Welcome to day one of hell.“Eli, right?” A tall woman with sharp eyes and stilettos that could kill paused beside me. “You’re the new assistant. Mr Cruz should be waiting in his office and he hates waiting. He hates tardiness and might I add, you're late for your first day.” I gulped.Right.Mr. Cruz.Not Dante.Not the guy whose voice still echoed in my head when I tried to sleep last night.Or jerked off.Twice, while cursing myself out in disg

“How the hell do I pretend I didn't have you in my mouth last night?” “It was a mistake, Cruz. I'm straight, remember that. ” That's absolute bullshit. Last night told a different story. — DANTE CRUZ DANTE What the actual fuck. That was all I could think as I shook Eli’s hand, pretending I hadn’t had his cock down my throat barely six hours ago. He looked different in the daylight, put together, polite, perfect. Not the bartender that looked insanely hot when he mixed drinks. Definitely ot the guy who moaned my name like a prayer. And also not the guy who gripped my hair and whispered “Don’t stop” like he was falling apart. But those eyes? Those damn eyes still held the memory of last night. The regret. The confusion. “Nice to meet you, Eli.” I responded, my eyes locking with his lips for longer than usual. My fiancée’s brother of all people. My stomach flipped and it wasn't from guilt. A little tension but not guilt. Of course this would happen to me. My life was jus

Chapter 1 “Smile. It's your engagement party, not a funeral.” Mom whispered and I tightened my fist. I'm pretty sure my eyes are glued on a ghost though. — DANTE CRUZ. DANTE I shouldn’t have come here. I should be home, pretending to be the perfect son, counting down the hours until my engagement to a woman I barely know. I didn't have interest in women as a whole but still, it might have felt a little bit bearable if I had met the so-called lady before the engagement. Countless times, I had thought of coming out. Let my father and family know I was gay but only the thought of the aftermath sent shivers down my spine. That was what I got for being the only son of the Cruz family. Opinions didn't matter, love was just an illusion and marriage, it was a thing of power. So instead, I was here in a bar that smelled of tequila, all manners of hard drugs and the loud music making it impossible to hear oneself. I sipped on a shot of hard scotch, letting it burn down my throat pret