All The Sins We Commit After Dark Dramione Novels & Stories

Lyceon let out a harsh slow breath before dipping his face into her slender neck. “I am so fucked up right now, my patience running thin and you laying here, beneath me like a nymph is not helping, Allison. On the above, Dark is trying to take over.” Lyceon growled and Allison snapped open her eyes. She thinned her lips with a deep frown, staring at the white ceilings. “You are scaring me, Lyceon.” She murmured through her tight lips. “Fuck!” Lyceon squeezed his eyes and opened them, suppressing Dark from marking her. He raised his head and looked at her beautiful face.

One touch of its edge was sufficient enough to have the Wielder’s life. ‘Kill the murderer! Kill the murderer!’ chorused Forbinians. Their faces were lit with malice, mercy leaving their hearts. Hearing their voices gave birth to a hundred-fold pain. She could only look down as their eyes brimming with judgment penetrated through her. “Have you or have you not murdered your cousin, Miss Zephaniah Sylvania?” said Dark, wearing his usual shadow, but it assumed the form of a long robe with a hood, quite alike with Death’s trademark costume.

The night just fell making the whole room turned darker as Damon already broke the lamps but the moans of pleasure and growls of satisfaction filled the darkroom with only the proof of a big bad alpha. Damon knight claiming his only precious possession as his. But not as a possession but as his love. His first and last love. Damon fell on her sweaty body as they both ride their pleasure and came to an end. His face was dug deep inside her crook. The effect of drug turned off and his body started to get tired. But his heart still wanted to have her again and again. Moving away he stared at her face as her breathing was calmer than before. She opened her tired eyes and stared in his dark gaze

DARK SIXTY SEVEN: REPEATING THE HISTORY Third person's POV: [THE DAY WHEN THE SYMPTOMS CAME BACK: REPLAY] "Hey, Lele! Konan! Look! I invited Chris and Monie to come here and guess what!?" Blake says loudly while running to the living room of their shared apartment. "He said yes! But that's not the thing, he said they're going to eat with us!" He exclaimed while dancing at his victory.

I look up at Maddox, trying to make seem as though I wasn't interested in the glass at all. He leans forward, grabbing the glass and pulls it towards him but making sure I am able to see it in plain sight all at once. "Harvested from one of the prisoners in the dungeon, might I add... He was captured a month ago after we found him outside the walls of Nitraville with a teenage girl whom he tried to rape and kill. Luckily, though, Liam had seen him and helped the girl before it escalated to the point he wouldn't be able to. So here," he hands me the cup of plasma like it's nothing, "drink all of this and the turning should speed up a bit, making this a little less painful on you."

(ACCUMULATED DARKNESS) “ALL I HAVE TO DO, ALL I NEED TO DO, IS…TO KILL HER! KILL,” DANIELA Torn between devastation and guilt. Upon witnessing the villain’s origin of her very best friend. Daniela’s tears fall, and she felt that she is somewhat dragged into the deepest and darkest trap, and sentenced to prison for the sin that she never committed, but push the person in doom where she didn’t want.

To actively, intentionally deceive the Moon Goddess herself was a crime so catastrophic it didn't even have a name. "I stood bathing in the pure, unadulterated light of our Creator," Damon continued, closing his eyes for a fraction of a second as if savoring a fine wine. "And I felt absolutely no guilt for the blood on my hands. I felt no shame for the cages, or the needles, or the screams. Why should I? She had absolutely no knowledge of who I really was. She looked right at the monster tearing her precious children apart, and she saw nothing but a loyal Alpha." Damon opened his eyes, locking his dark, obsessive gaze back onto his broken son.

Darkous woke in a cold sweat, the claws of the demon tearing into his canopy bed. The psychopathic lord snarled the recurring dream of his past lingering in his thoughts. That night was forever locked within Darkous’ mind, torturing both him and the demon. He slowly rose to a seated position, snapping the demon back into the far reaches of his mind. The psychopathic lord thought once more of the pup, regretting the moment he gave her the opportunity to run. Darkous had a momentary lapse of judgement believing that she wouldn’t run, but; he would be damn sure not to let it happen again.

“You don’t have to think about Black and his cheating ways.” Georgia’s head felt heavy. They were in his penthouse, and she wasn’t suspicious—she had trusted him before. But now, she realized she had walked into a trap. “All my life, I loved Black,” she said. “We were happy once. It wasn’t about fame or younger girls. But now… I’m just a shadow of myself.” She started crying again. “I gave him everything,” she whispered. “My body, my heart… my life.” “And what did he give you?” Brandon asked coldly.

The heavy main door of Caden's mansion clicked shut behind me. The sound didn't offer freedom; it sealed me into a new kind of prison. The bright afternoon sun felt too harsh, mocking the darkness that had just settled deep inside me. I was outside, yes, but no longer my own. The air felt thick, heavy with the weight of the deal. My limbs felt weak, like every bone had turned to water. I had agreed. I had sold myself, not just for money now, but for Caden’s sinister game.