A Touch Of Darkness Epub の小説・ストーリー

Truly stopped. The Child looks at me. Their eyes wide, brimming with tears and a dawning horror. They see it. The darkness I hold. The prison bars etched onto my soul. They take a hesitant step forward. Their small, grimy hand lifts. Slowly. Trembling. They reach out, fingers brushing my cheek. The touch is feather-light. Warm. The darkness stirs. A cold serpent uncoiling in my gut, a surge of alien fury not mine licking at my nerves. I flinch. Hard. A violent recoil born of the thing inside me recoiling from the pure, anchoring warmth of their touch.

He pinched it between his thumb and forefinger, locked eyes with her and let it fall with a soft, deliberate tap. Everett rose and stepped towards her, slowly, ever so slowly, he walked towards her, the air around him shifted again, heavier now with motion. The shadows recoiled Asif they were afraid, and a faint shimmer ran across the stone, tracing the veins of the cavern in violet light. Eden gasped softly, the space itself seemed to acknowledge him, bending and yielding in a way that made her skin tingle. She could feel the hum of power in her chest, like a pulse that wasn't her own. He reached out a steady hand and gently took Eden's in his own. Heat, steady and reassuring threaded throu

I couldn't tell. After all, where am I? I tried to look around, but the darkness didn't allow it. I could see that it was created by something covering my head; my breathing was muffled. Furthermore, I didn't know if this was some kind of joke by Lee. The excessive heat took over my body, and I felt that my powers were weakening. When someone touched my chest, sliding their fingers slowly, I was startled, but I could suddenly feel Lee's energy, which automatically calmed me down, but I didn't understand what was going on. — Lee?

Or at least in most stories, each of them is considered rather evil creatures, children of Darkness. But there are stories where even messengers of Light, beings who should deal better with temptation than we, weak humans, sometimes succumb to the power of the Darkness. There are also times when the children of the Darkness discover such feelings as love, which in turn draws them to the Light. Many times the being from Light connects with the one from Darkness, creating a beautiful, but always very sad and desperate love story - because in most cases neither Light nor Darkness want their representatives to mix with each other.

He asked, his voice deeper than natural. His right hand unfisted, gracing her bare skin as it reached her neck, and with his thumb, he rubbed the mark on her neck. Electricity erupted through her body; that's all it took to make her forget what she had intended to confront him about. His touch was cold and refreshing on her hot skin, like a cold glass of water after being in the Sahara desert for a year. 'Was it hot in here?' Her breath came out raspy, it was beginning to become hard to breathe, and she wasn't sure why. Well, she knew why? His being this near her affected her in ways she couldn't explain, worst this time around than ever before.

That’s what should have crossed my mind when I woke up to him between my legs, but that’s not what happened. I read dark romance all the time. Zero triggers. I can read somnophilia, but going through it? Waking up from it? I didn’t think I’d be able to do it without being dragged into the hell that is my past. I never thought I’d ever be okay with being woken up with physical touch, or anything close to sexual.

Chapter 1: Dysfunctional family. The darkness is nothing more than a test that God gives us, many times to overcome things and learn from it, but in the end we all carry that darkness in our hearts, we just have to decide whether to expel it or let it dwell within you. Charlotte is a girl who has been in the dark since she was born, her parents were shitty to her, she was beaten and mistreated unjustifiably simply because her parents wanted it that way, but to understand a little of this story we must return to the past.

And the darkness erupted again— a second wave, stronger, sharper, slicing through the air. The brute disintegrated. Not into dust. Into gory shadows. Body parts splattered everywhere across the ground with darkened blood and screams erupted across the field now. “She’s not wolf!” “That’s darkness!” A third brute lunged toward the guards. I lifted my hand. And for a split second, the world dimmed. Darkness spiraled from my fingers, wrapping the brute in a living shadow that burned and twisted before bursting outward into nothingness. The brute fell dead.

The hardness I had seen pressing against his pants. Sleep came slowly, filled with restless dreams of strong hands, forbidden touches, and whispered confessions. Somewhere down the hall, I knew Ethan was lying awake too, fighting the same battle I was. The house felt charged with electricity now. Two whole weeks with just the two of us. Plenty of time for walls to crumble and secrets to come out. I smiled into the darkness, lightly touching the places his hands had briefly claimed. Tomorrow, I would begin again. Slower this time. More patient. Because I had tasted the possibility tonight, and I wasn’t going to stop until he finally gave in.

“I hate that you’re the only thing I can see. I hate that I call you ‘Dad’ in front of her while I’m dying to touch you like this. Even when Hunter touches me, I’m still reaching for your ghost. You’ve ruined everything. I’m empty, Dave. There’s nothing left of me that isn’t yours.” I moved my hand up, my fingers trembling as they traced the hard line of his jaw, then moved to the corner of his mouth. “Please,” I breathed, tilting my head back, my eyes still closed as I sought the heat of his skin. “Just for a second, pretend I’m the one you chose. Tell me I’m not crazy for wanting to die every time you touch her.” I pressed my lips to the side of his neck, a soft, desperate graze. He smelle