Best Dark Fantasy Novels Novels & Stories

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.

Lucifer let out a low, menacing laugh, the sound reverberating in the room like the thunder before a storm. "You were never meant to be like them, Lucian. You have always been mine, whether you accept it or not. The darkness will always call to you. Remember, you tortured them and killed them most cruelly. How can you say you're not like me? Remember Lucas and Ben...?" Lucian's heart raced against his chest. A sudden surge of energy coursed through him as if the shadows were trying to drag him into their depths, pulling him away from everything he knew. He felt his strength waver, the force of the shadows overwhelming him, and his heart grew darker.

Whatever you want to call it! But he's impotent! What does he need a red room for?! I turned to ask him but the dark glimmer in his eyes seemed to hold all the answers I needed. I gulped. The dark shadows cast on his face made him look more dangerous. I wanted to flee for my life, but the call of flesh was stronger. I look forward to the promise of immense pleasure his eyes held. I gulped in anticipation as our gazes fought for a while. My cunt clenched with unbearable need.

It had been a long, weird, and unexpected day in ways—the appearance of Hayden Ryder, the dominant part of it that remained wedged in her mind as she slept. In a single day, she’d felt everything from lust, to anger, and sadness because of him. It was unsurprising that he now pervaded her dreams too. He appeared in them as the object of her fantasy. This wasn’t unexpected either, since he’d evoked a physical desire within her that had been dormant for so long. He was just as beautiful and appealing to her, but the unexpected part was that in her dream, he wasn’t human.

Workaholic Owen hears a woman's voice coming from his bathroom during a power outage. When he finds out that his newest neighbour, Meg, is terrified of the dark, he does what good neighbours do: helps her out of the shower. This story is part of the When The Lights Go Out universe. These stories do not need to be read in any particular order; they all revolve around the same event, but are stand alone pieces. *** People were always surprised when I told them what I did for a living.

"Yes, I'm your good girl, I'm your sweetheart... please..." He reaches between us. Works my clit. Drives in hard. And takes me apart completely. I cum with his name in my throat and my nails in his back and my whole body shaking and he drives through every second of it and follows me over the edge with his face pressed into my hair and my name in his mouth and both of us wrecked together in his dark bedroom on the nineteenth floor while the city glitters below and neither of us is thinking about meetings or glass walls or three weeks of professional distance.

That fucking diamond pattern from your cubicle, unmistakable, like a dirty little secret laid bare. Your mind spins, lust twisting into something darker. Could it be Sabrina? The thought’s a blade, sharp and hot, slicing through you. The idea that the goddess from the office, with her angelic smile and fuck-me eyes, could be this filthy little exhibitionist—it’s too much. You’re rock-hard, imagining her spread open in that cubicle, touching herself while you’re just feet away, clueless. Who the hell is Kat18, and how deep does this rabbit hole go? ****************

Ace raised his head, and I quickly dropped my gaze to the book in my hand, adjusting my reading glasses. “You're so wet for your stepbrother, you little slut,” Jeff grunted in Katie's ears as he slipped a hand inside her core. She whimpered under his touch, clenching around those thick fingers like it was her lifeline.” I adjusted myself on the couch as my insides squirmed from what I'd just read. I imagined Jeff's dialogue as Ace's and the thought of it made heat spread across my skin. In a fit to suppress what I was feeling, I brought my legs together.

He steps back, adjusts his jacket like he didn’t just finger me against the wall, and heads for the door. Just before he opens it, he glances back at me, eyes blazing. “One more thing. If you tell Richard about tonight, I’ll make sure he knows exactly how sweetly his precious stepdaughter begged for my fingers.” The door clicks shut behind him. I’m left standing there, dress wrinkled, thighs slick, heart racing with a toxic mix of fear, anger, and raw, aching want. Damien Blackwood knows my secrets. He’s dangerous. He’s the enemy. And the worst part? I already crave whatever he plans to do to me next.

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