Dark 2015 Novels & Stories

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.

He told Liam to shut the door and walk outside after Damien swallowed the entire glass in one go. He swore never to feel this again and never to take this medication again, but here he was doing both as he was experiencing heart anguish once more after a long time because of that mare girl. Liam left him alone while holding a concerned expression. ~~~ Damien was standing in a big and dark room which was located on the other side of the mansion,it had no source of light ,just one small window. He switched on the light which was too dim, stepping closed to one particular wall he glared at the picture.

He walked through the dark night, his hands in his pockets, moving like a night owl. His mind was crowded with thoughts, but he was trying to fight them off. After walking for about 15 minutes, he sat down near the footpath. Eventually, he went into a nearby bar where everyone was dancing. He entered, found a table, and draped his black coat over the chair. He wanted to talk to someone and even took out his phone but then put it away. Although he had never drunk before, tonight he felt the urge to. He signaled the waiter and asked for a glass. When the waiter brought it, he downed it in one gulp.

Everything was blooming in Dua's life, but — Darkness was hiding and preparing to crush her completely. ….. Thank you ShineeSunshine ❤️

Vlad leaned back and closed his eyes with a sigh. "People will say Darkness but she was the first light of my life..." Vera couldn't understand what is he trying to say.

This man shows so much momentum and character that it is difficult for me to keep my sanity when my eyes connect with his eyes. -Here is your order sir .... -Blackwell -He answered with a sideways smile- My name is Azael Blackwell, it's a pleasure, Miss Amanda. Holy Christ, I bit my lips, I don't know what was wrong with me, my jaw seemed to be trembling. And the thing is, I've seen a lot of handsome men in my life, but, this man, he seems to be wrapped in an enigmatic air of mystery and power, and that, I can turn the face of any female, even, man.

9:00PM was what his wristwatch read. His breathing was heavy as he silently and stealthily grazed the bushes. Today was definitely Eric’s busiest day. The news of missing people kept spreading rapidly like wildfire and there were also reported cases of escaped criminals. For the past two hours, he had massacred 25 vampires on his rampage and the remaining he had seen had fled into the bushes.

The Lilion Corp headquarters, a gleaming skyscraper that once symbolized success and innovation, now loomed in the darkness like a silent tomb. The city lights reflected off its glass facade, creating an eerie, distorted image of its former glory. Under the cover of darkness, May and Alex, clad in black tactical gear, approached the building, their hearts pounding in their chests. They were about to infiltrate enemy territory, to plant the secondary server that would ensure the confession video reached the world, even if Harding managed to shut down the primary feed.

He reached out, and for a second, I thought he was going to touch my cheek, but he just picked up a shiny little bottle from the nightstand and started fiddling with it. Then, in a solemn tone, he said, "Natalie, what would happen if the pill stopped working?" "I'd be a goner," I said flatly. The Davis family called it the 'loyalty pill,' and a person had to take an antidote every month. If they did not, by the third day, it would feel as if ants were crawling through their bones; the pain would be so unbearable that it would drive anyone insane. A week later, death would follow.

The city glittered beneath the night sky, each skyscraper a shard of glass catching the moonlight. From above, the world seemed deceptively calm. But inside Damian Drake’s penthouse, calm was an illusion. The room was cloaked in shadows, lit only by the amber pool of light spilling from his desk lamp. The folder on the polished mahogany desk lay open like a wound, every page another blade he intended to drive straight into Helena’s heart.