Cerita Hubungan Gelap Novels & Stories

Luther gripped the steering tightly as he stared at the road in front of him driving recklessly not saying a word to Riella who was shrunk in her seat avoiding his gaze, but the smell of fear and guilt hung in the air. Luther still couldn't believe it, his plans had gone down the drains now that he realized that Riella's true second mate was no one else but his stupid elder brother Cyrus who hated her guts. How ironic was this? He would never forget the pain he felt when he saw Riella clinging to Cyrus chanting Mate, mate mate and Cyrus was fighting the bond because he was also her mate. If he had not gotten there sooner, he was certain that Cyrus would have bitten her there and claimed her

“You think you’re in some perfect relationship? This is nothing more than a joke.” My chest tightened painfully. “And let me tell you something else,” she continued with a smug smile. “Rafael and I have been sleeping together for months now… and there’s nothing you can do about it.” Her words felt like knives in my chest. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I slowly stepped backward. I couldn’t breathe. Without another word, I turned and ran out of the room. “Clara! Wait!” Rafael shouted behind me. But I didn’t stop, I ran out of the room and straight to my car. My hands were shaking so badly that I almost dropped the keys.

Even if it wasn’t with me. “The date was actually good. We started seeing each other for a few weeks after that.” When he didn’t answer, I asked, “Can I ask why it didn’t work out?” Another shot for the both of us. “We just didn’t…click.” He let out a heavy sigh before he looked at me. “You know, we didn’t have that—that spark. That connection that draws you in.” Something about what he said hit me close to home. I nodded absently and his eyes met mine. We stayed like that for several moments. There seemed to be an unwavering connection between us. That is until the bartender came up and broke that connection.

But before I could find her, new developments emerged from Rachel’s side. She had started a livestream, crying her heart out as she accused me of tying her to the businessman’s bed for my own selfish gain. On camera, Rachel’s pale, blood-drained face, paired with her tearful, delicate beauty, created an image that easily evoked sympathy. She didn’t hold back in flinging accusations, claiming that I had not only become a “lucky charm” myself but had also dragged her into it. According to her, I had contracted a disease and, out of jealousy, devised a plan to ruin her. She claimed I sabotaged her relationship with Lucas, leading to the businessman’s death and her own permanent loss of fertilit

A bond that strengthened through trials and tribulations. A love that laughed at impossibilities. Uthando's laughter echoed, a promise of a brighter tomorrow. Their illicit love story became a legend. A testament to love's transformative power. A reminder that true love conquers all. *Love is love, even if it is illicit Like light remains light, even in the darkness* - - - THE END “Dear beloved readers,

Arlo and Soren are annoyingly bending over me from behind to read over my shoulder, and Cerelia leans against the edge of the table, arms crossed, golden hair braided back and eyes sharp. We’ve all read enough to be aggravated, but not enough to be satisfied. The damn thing is hundreds of pages long, crammed with notes in Isadora Redgrave’s spidery, slanted hand. “So far it’s mainly just logistics,” Cerelia mutters, flipping a page. “Smuggling routes, blackmail lists, names of judges she has in her pocket.” “And extremely detailed notes on their mistresses, kinks and drug habits,” I add, pushing my hair back from my face. “Is she running a crime syndicate or gossip column?”

They looked like they were in a stable relationship. The assistant said tentatively, “He did. A little.” He wasn’t lying. Laurence grew deep in thought. He told his assistant to leave. The assistant was stunned. Could Laurence have a secret child somewhere? The child had appeared so suddenly. Who would know who the mother was? Was he the result of a one-night stand? However, Laurence did not seem like the type to engage in activities like that. He laid low most of the time. Even if someone wanted to hit on him, no one would dare to drug him.

) "Papa, ambos sabemos que ninguna de esas cosas sucederá. Adam siempre está preparado y tiene demasiados enemigos para dejar de ser parte de esto." (Father, we both know neither of those things will happen. Adam is always prepared and has far too many enemies to give up being a part of this.) "¿Qué pasará si decide traicionarte? ¿Te ayudarán todos tus socios o cortarán los lazos contigo por miedo al Perro Diablo y al hecho de que se volvió contra su principal socio commercial?" (What will happen should he decide to betray you? Will all your partners, help you or cut ties with you out of their fear of the Devil Dog and the fact that he turned on his primary business partner?)

And the silence hurts worse than anything. End of story 3

What is better than sleep to remove all the bad thoughts? I blow out all the candles except one and then lay on my bed to sleep. Complete darkness scares me. I hate being in the dark, that's why I always leave one candle. I hope deep sleep soon engulfs me so that I am away from this world at least for some time. I can be free from this life. I wish to dream about the happy life I once had. ERIC’S POV