Novel-novel oleh author.dark.fire

DAMON“Drop your sabers, Mr. and Mrs. Claw,” Luciano said smoothly, his voice carrying an unnatural weight that sent chills down my spine. He casually stood, pulling his pants on with an unbothered air, as if he hadn’t just turned my world upside down. “Now, walk to your room, get some rest, and forget everything you saw tonight. It’s better that way—for all of us.” I blinked, stunned into silence as my parents immediately obeyed. Their weapons clattered to the ground, and without a word, they turned and walked out, their faces blank and eerily calm. It was as if they were sleepwalking, utterly detached from reality. “What the hell…” I whispered, watching them disappear into the hallway. “Why are they doing what you said? Did you hypnotize them?” Luciano’s gaze flicked to me, his expression unreadable. He adjusted the cuffs of his shirt like this was the most mundane thing in the world. “You could say I… encouraged them. It’s a little trick I’ve picked up over the years.” I st

DAMON“You’ve made your point. You can leave now,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. Clearing my throat, I tried to regain control, but the attempt was short-lived. My breath hitched as Luciano stepped closer.He reached out, his fingers brushing the top button of my shirt before undoing it. Then the next and he smiled in satisfaction.“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice faltering. “You look better when you leave a few buttons loose,” He muttered with a smile and definitely a flirty and corny one at that. His fingertips trailed over the exposed skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps as I tried my best to stay still and not react.“Stop pretending like you care about me,” I snapped, my words trembling despite my anger. I took a step back, desperate to create some distance between us. “Just leave.” But he didn’t move. Instead, he squinted, studying me like I was a puzzle he had every intention of solving. I turned away, biting the inside of my cheek as the corners of my eye

DAMON“Finally got your task?” I jumped, my heart nearly leaping out of my chest as Luciano’s voice cut through the silence the moment I stepped into my room and bolted the door. He was there, standing by the window, shrouded in the faint glow of moonlight. Calm. Unbothered. Dangerous. “What the hell are you doing here?” I hissed as I double checked if I had actually locked the door. “How did you even get in? Are you trying to get me killed?” I whispered, taking off my booths as I used the corner of my palm to wipe my tears so he wouldn't see them. If he did, he would know I had been crying since I knew I would be the one to execute him.“That’s not the answer to my question.” He leaned casually against the frame, the faintest smirk playing on his lips, so effortlessly composed it made my blood boil. He looked exactly as he had years ago when I first met him—infuriatingly perfect and utterly untouchable. “What does it matter to you?” I snapped, pacing the room in an attempt

DAMON“How was your first field mission?” Mum asked, her voice was calm, as she placed a plate of toast on the table. I rolled my eyes and reached for the bottle of water sitting nearby, downing half of it in one go. My throat still felt raw, and my body ached from the night before. “How do you think it went?” I muttered. “I was in a room filled with vampires, Mum. I almost died.” The memories clawed their way back despite my efforts to bury them. The loud music of the club, I was an introvert yet I had to come out of my shell because of a stupid mission. The sound of bones snapping, the beating I had received.And him—Luciano. His face was branded into my mind, every sharp angle of his jaw and piercing gaze. He’d changed. The lip piercing was new, and damn it, all I could think about was what it would feel like to kiss him again. Mum’s voice dragged me back to the present. “But you didn’t die,” she said with cheer. “Because you’re a good hunter.” No. I didn’t die becaus

DAMON “Turns out you’re not so tough without your teammates, are you?” The voice was laced with mockery, each word dripping like poison as my hands pressed against the grimy wall, blood smearing across it as I struggled to keep my balance. All I wished for right now was to disintegrate into the wall as regret hit me. I should’ve said no to this mission. Hell, I should’ve been curled up in my room right now, binge-watching some gay porn movie and giving in to simpler urges while masturbating. Instead, I was here—broken, bleeding, and staring death in the face. “Hunter, I’m talking to you.” The punch came hard and fast, snapping my head to the side. Pain bloomed like fireworks behind my eyes, and the sharp, metallic tang of blood filled my mouth. My jaw clenched, swallowing the groan that tried to escape. “I don’t know what you want me to say,” I spat, tasting my defiance mingled with the blood on my tongue as I glared at them.A slap followed—sharp, humiliating, and blinding.