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Weird,usually he isn't free for anything but work. We went to the bookshop first and there it was, the books I wanted. Books by Ana Huang. The trainer was a boy, dark haired and tall. "Would that be all, pretty girl? ", he asked with a flirty smirk. " Yes,... " I was about to thank him when Rowan answered. "Is that all love? " while snaking his arms around my waist and giving me a kiss on the forehead. "Yes? ", confusion took over my entire face. And the guy was staring straight at where his hand was.

I continued to look for him when suddenly, I bumped into a drinks' server, causing my clothes to get spilled by those beverages, exposing my clevage and chest. "Ma'am, I'm s-sorry I didn't m-meant..." the server said nervously. "No, it's okay. I'm sorry too, it's my fault." I politely said. "Oh no! D-Don't touch me! I m-mean I can handle it by myself," I said when he tried to wipe my chest. I saw the second thought on his face but I hurried past it when I noticed that we were grabbing the attention of others.

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Chapter 19: Echoes of Betrayal The booming voice of the embodiment of darkness echoed through the sun-drenched chamber, its words hanging heavy in the air. "A brave choice," it rasped, its skeletal hand extended towards Evie and Liam. A single touch would seal their fate, binding them to the darkness in a desperate attempt to save Aethel.

I'd love to make their life worse than hell. Aurora is mine and only I have a right to touch her, hurt her, make her cry and own her smile, although I doubt that she will ever smile because of me or for me until I force it out of her. She has awakened the monster which I never knew existed in me, her innocence makes me want to consume her soul and I will. I am no light but the darkness itself, and she will be consumed by darkness. "We need you tonight..." Mikhail declared, crashing my thoughts to see my Angel tonight.

TRIGGER WARNING & DISCLAIMER This novel is a dark, anthropological erotica that explores the primal depths of human desire, power, and submission. It is not for the faint of heart. If you are uncomfortable with morally gray characters, intense power dynamics, or explicit scenes that push the boundaries of consent, this is not the book for you. This story contains: • Explicit Erotica – No fade-to-black, just raw, unfiltered passion. • Dark & Dubious Consent – Power struggles, mind games, and moments that blur the lines between pleasure and surrender.

I hope you enjoyed the read. I am currently working on a new story, Mine Peaches and it is a dark romance, erotic book. However, I have no idea how much readers would like to read this book. The prologue of the book would come right after this chapter. Thank you once again for reading. 🫶🏽❤️

Her Pov: I don't know how long I was in that darkness luring around. No dreams, no nightmare, but only darkness. But this darkness is somehow familiar to me. I want to hide in it and never come out of it. I just want to bury myself deep within the darkness. I don't have the energy to fight with this darkness anymore. I could feel someone touching me. A very light feather like touch, but his touch alone dragged me out of the darkness. The darkness I have been caged in for a long time..

Dark of Night Copyright 2019 Emily Goodwin Chapter One “What do you see when you look at this one?” The doctor holds up a card, showcasing an ink splotch that’s twisted and creepy, with eyes that follow you no matter where you go. I look at it, heart hammering away inside my chest. The mess of ink on the white paper reminds me of the monster that lurks in Nana and Papa’s basement, the one that tried to get Abby and Scott to go downstairs with it.

I was just making tea. He stepped closer, crouching to help, his arm brushing mine. The scent of his soap, clean, masculine hit me like a wave. Our fingers touched over a piece of porcelain, and electricity shot straight to my pussy, making it throb. I yanked back, but he held on, his grip firm. 'You okay?' he asked, concern mixing with something darker in his tone. I nodded, but my mind raced. Katrina was still asleep upstairs, the house silent except for our breathing. Why did he have to look like that? Like every forbidden fantasy I'd buried deep.