A Touch Of Darkness Epub Novels & Stories

… Author Tina Nwuba: “This is a dark romance book, readers. So, expect the worst to happen. I hope you have your cups of popcorn and are seated for the next actions! <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠>”.

You've passed the point of no/Angel of music Return/You deceived me I gave you my mind blindly You try my patience Make your choice Pitiful creature of darkness What kind of life have you known? God give me courage to show you You are not alone When Emmy Rossum and Gerard Butler kissed, Daphnie started crying again; I also let a few tears fall. It was probably the most beautiful moment in the movie.

My vision blackens at the edges, my legs weakening as I lean heavily against the door. Dominic is there, his presence a steady anchor in the storm of my agony. As if he had been waiting for me, his hand reaches out to catch me before I can fall, his touch a lifeline in the darkness that threatens to engulf me. Without a word, he guides me down to the basement, the cool stone walls closing in around us like a protective cocoon. With every step I take, the pain of the wolf’s bane coursing through my veins intensifies, a relentless torment that threatens to overwhelm me. Each breath is a struggle, each heartbeat a reminder of the poison that now courses through my body. The air is heavy with th

I felt ropes of hot come coat the walls of my vagina then everything went dark. Sun rays warmed my face and I groaned. I turned multiple times and I realized I wasn't in my bed because I would be on the floor after the second turn. I stretched and a large strong hand wrapped around my waist. The hand pulled me and my back hit his hard chest. I was confused for a minute then everything that happened the night before came rushing to my head and I groaned.

Sometimes Morana was afraid of what she could do, or what she couldn't stop. Even though Morana's life was full of hatred and regret, the face of death was still terrifying. Time passed, and slowly the noise around Morana became only the faint background sound behind her fading consciousness. Morana felt her body getting lighter like cotton, like dry leaves blown by the wind in the dry season. As Morana completely surrendered to the darkness enveloping her body, she felt that emptiness once more. It was as if he no longer stepped on the earth. # # #

My body went rigid, every muscle locked in place as a voice—low, almost amused—whispered, “Back off before you get yourself into real danger.” A chill crawled down my spine. I wanted to move, to turn, to fight, but I couldn’t. My feet felt rooted to the ground, my breath caught in my throat. The darkness pressed in, stretching each second into an eternity. Then, just as suddenly as it had gone out, the light returned.

“What do you want?” For a moment, there was no response. The figure remained still, its dark form blending almost seamlessly with the shadows around it. Then, just as Clara was about to speak again, the figure raised a hand, pointing directly at her. A wave of darkness rippled through the air, and Clara felt a cold, searing pain shoot through her chest. She staggered, clutching at her heart, as the darkness seemed to take root within her, spreading like a poison. Ethan was at her side in an instant, his light flared endeavoring to counter the darkness. But no matter how much energy he poured into her, the torment didn't die down. The obscurity spread, choking around her heart like a tight cl

“Please, Lucian… touch me more.” He pulled back slightly, eyes darkening with satisfaction. “Not yet. Beg properly, little girl. Show me how much you need it.” His command sent a fresh wave of arousal through my core. I felt myself growing wetter, the dress suddenly too confining. He trailed one finger along my collarbone, dipping lightly into the plunging neckline of my dress but never quite reaching my aching breasts. The light touches tormented me, building the tension until I could barely sit still.

"What do I need to do, sir?" His expression grew even darker. "Are you in for this bet?" "I'll leave it to your discretion," I answered. That response seemed to infuriate him. I could see his grip on his wine glass tighten, his knuckles turning white. "Fine, let's bet." The cards were dealt, and the game was on. I did not get the rules of the game, but the vibe? That I could read like an open book. Everyone was as still as statues, barely breathing.

Like something I could reach out and touch. And instinctively my hand reached toward it. “Don’t touch it!” Damon shouted— But it was too late. My fingers brushed the darkness, and I felt it consume me.