Dark 2015 소설 & 이야기

Without needing to say anything else, and Romera holstering her weapon, they leave the underground containment holdings. On the surface, Gardax and Lard wait patiently. The two patrols that walked around the plantation had their throats slit and lay waist on the ground. Their blood drains from their bodies and coats the wheat that grows in their fields. With no one on the plantation other than the crew and the people liberated. The barrier that once provided the illusion of nothing has been taken down. The cubes that made the spell possible are back into Lard’s bag which is hanging tight next to him on the table that he sits on. In one of his hands is a book that he is reading. One is labele

she begged, I could imagine the puppy dog look on her face right now. Liam was giving me a quizzical expression so I put my hand over the mouthpiece and whispered, “Dawn of the Dead.” He widened his eyes slightly before giving me his smirk. “Don’t worry, Angel, I’ll protect you,” he whispered confidently, making me smile. “Amby, please?” Kate begged again. “Oh jeez alright fine, bring that damn movie,” I muttered, defeated.

she cried to us as she handed us the painting that was meant for us. I just smiled at her as she hugged us. I looked down at the painting I was holding. "Life in the Darkness" — The Woman Who Lived in the Dark." ** Life in Darkness has signed off.

Back then, Lucas had said with a laugh, "Like anything would happen. Don't let her intrude on our private time." Still, out of politeness, I had exchanged numbers with her in the end. After a moment's hesitation, I tapped the message open. In the video, Serena was wearing a striking red dress. The straps were barely clinging to her shoulders. Her posture was seductive, and her face glowed with a smug smile. Standing beside her was Lucas. His coat was off, and his tie hung loosely around his neck. Several buttons on his shirt were undone, revealing his collarbone. His eyes were half-closed. He looked tired, yet completely at ease.

"Let's throw out some names and see which one we like the best." "Pride of the Man," Kade suggests. We write it down, but it doesn't seem to resonate with anyone. "Princess and the Beast," I propose. Shaylee thinks it's a good one, but the boys aren't convinced. "Um, how about 'Pride and Prejudice'?" Shaylee suggests, but I don't think we can use that since it's a book. As long as we steer clear of Jane Austen, we should be fine. The three of us look at Andrew, waiting for his input. "Her Dark Knight," he suggests, and holy crap, that's the best one so far. "Dang it."

Plunging us into total darkness. ******************************************

Then— Darkness.

Everything went dark. I woke standing in a bar. Men in leather biker jackets filled the room. The voices in the bar were so loud, I couldn't hear myself think. Then I saw him. I saw Matei. He stood behind the bar serving drinks to some attractive looking women. His smile to them was pure charm. They ogled him and giggled amongst themselves. He even drew the attention of several men around the bar. People shouted greetings to him as he jumped from customer to customer. The bell on the door clinked as the door opened. The bar grew silent as a dark haired woman with grey blue eyes walked through the door. Her dark curly locks framed her face and fell all the way to her waist.

The penthouse was a cold, silent fortress of glass and marble. Damien stood by the window, his silhouette mirrored in the dark panes. He didn't need the lights on; he had lived in the shadows for fifteen years, and tonight, the darkness felt like the only thing that was honest.

I knew I could do it! Again, I looked at the hallways before entering the study of Dark. All of his walls were mixed black and cream white, the same impression by how he was always austere and mysterious. His things were organized on shelves and drawers. In front of the right corner at the center was his desk with his personal valuables and papers. The blinds were all closed. Fortunately, there were no CCTV cameras. I closed the door of his study before I carefully rummaged through all the drawers and shelves.