Character Of Heart Of Darkness Mga Nobela at Kwento

He had to use the hatred as a shield against the terminal agony threatening to rip him apart. He was Damian Cross. He did not cry over women who played him for a fool. He opened his eyes, staring at his reflection in the cold, dark glass. He looked exactly the way his father had raised him to be. Heartless. Untouchable. But deep down, in the fractured, bleeding center of his chest, a pathetic, desperate piece of his heart still refused to believe it.

He was a Durani and he should love to torment people as his hobby. Thinking about tormenting the thought of that boy came into my mind and a new set of hatred started bubbling inside me chest but that didn’t make me to stop him running hairbrush in my hairs. “How would you use him as a bait?” I asked while glancing up at him a little. If I could move slightly forward my lips would have grazed his Adam’s apple. From here I could glance at his features closely as his skin was fine and since he was a man then having a just fine skin was a plus point for him. His lips weren’t glossy but rough a little bit since he never used and lip balm and why would he do that. Because he had to make his demea

"Lylith, you always said you wanted a private island. But since you can't stand the cold, it has to be drenched in sunshine year-round." "You told me you envied birds—how they could soar freely and see the whole world beneath them. So I bought millions of drones behind her back. Now you can see every corner of the earth from above." "You used to say that tattooing a lover's name meant you'd be bound together forever. I couldn't stand the idea of you going through that pain, so I lied and told you I hated tattoos. If anyone's going to do something that reckless, it'll be me."

He felt a strong urge of desire rise within him, he forced himself to look away from her “I mean.. Look at you, you don’t look like one of them, you have a dark side to your personality but at the same time you are kind,” The man narrowed his eyes a little ‘Kind!,’ I rather live with a kind devil, than love a brutal saint, All Hearts!!

I assumed he harboured kindness in his heart because of the way he treated his close circle, the way he cared about his people and fighting to bring about equality for humans and wolves. I thought his malevolence was a product of The Syndicate’s control – but it’s just who he is. A dark and evil soul. My mind is hazy from the deep sleep I’ve fallen into, the intoxicating aroma of decadent dark chocolate, spices and richness from vanilla. A slight moan slipped from my lips, soaking in the essence of such a delicious smell – one could grow addicted. Soft feathery touches traced along my collarbone, goosebumps prickling my flesh. Something soft, illuminated by a delicious heat pressed upon my l

The reason my heart beats, the reason I can breathe, the only thing that keeps the darkness from swallowing me whole. The only force strong enough to keep me from becoming the monster the world has made me.

The shape of a man's heart is determined by things which cannot make a scratch on the softest soil. Who can fully elaborate this point and jaunta for us if not the wantaway, the fugitive, conditional vagabond and a hopeless hopeful, Tom. The thoughts that comes with his quotidian yawn to the sun in a very close imitation of the bedeviled wolf howling his heart beats to the stars. And yet a human he was, capable of thought, irrespective of the long nails gracing his fingers and their deep yellow coloring. His yawn in itself is not entirely pure as sweet but belligerent aromas and fragrance sift from them to annoy the sun. Might have been the reason the sun has been stowing away from him in su

Charlotte said and Aurora felt her heart thumping in her ears. "He's not a bad person, Aurora. He left no stone unturned to save the people who are being trafficked on a daily basis. He became the savior of helpless women. He may be a mafia. His enemies know him as the grim reaper because he is cruel to them but no one knows how good of a heart he has. He is just broken, he's drowned in the fire of vengeance." Charlotte sighed as her eyes saddened. Aurora dropped her gaze. Her mind stored this new information as her heart ached for him.

That he trusted him so quickly, even though originally he was to report back to Conrad, where one of the biggest packs in the country was hidden. Charles had realised while sitting in that bar/club watching the Hunter's and the supernatural's dance, drink and even doing more, that they were really all just people and that just like humans there are just a few bad ones who spoil it for the rest making some believe that the overall is just as bad as the few.

They did like to believe they were doing a huge service to the world. The man was expressionless, and his brown eyes were dead as he looked at them. He had scars all over his face, much like Alpha Ryker, showing he was never afraid of a fight. There were tattoos all over his arms, like sleeves, and he knew if the man was to take his t-shirt off, there would be a huge Hunter tattoo on his back. His senses were wide open, but he felt nothing from the Hunter. No fear. No remorse. No empathy. He was just a shell of a human, full of darkness and evil.