Dark Academia Booktok Aesthetic Mga Nobela at Kwento

SOPHIA POV My heels clicked sharply against the marble floor, each step echoing through the corridor as my legs stretched against my tight leather skirt. I swung my baton casually, striking it against the prison bars. The metallic clang drew attention immediately, every prisoner turned to look as I walked past, their gazes heavy and lingering. “You know I’m still going to spread them pussy open,” one of them said. I eyed him from head to toe. “In your dreams sweetheart, you look worse than a garbage truck driver. This pussy is for top dogs only,” I barked at him as I swayed my hips away.

“Looks like I’m not done surprising you yet. And yes. I can. My familiars can sense for spirits and can pull me back. But I need you to make sure nothing else tries to come after me.” Lucas’s jaw tenses. “Are you sure this is a good idea?” “Yes. I’ve been wanting to go look through the books for a while, actually. The Academy has an extensive library. It’s two-stories tall and has the most wonderful smell of old paper and fresh ink.” “It’s obvious why you own a bookstore.” “I do like books, though our store is full of mostly fiction. I love a good romance novel.” He runs his hand up and down my arm. “Why do you love romance novels so much?”

The books along the shelves frosting over, thin ice sheets everywhere I turned fast, pushing Ethan back behind my legs, and my hands lit up with crackling celestial fire—like angry little stars In Dominic’s leather armchair, sitting there like he owned the place, was King Malachi. He was draped in this suffocating, ancient dark aura, and somehow it looked heavier than air. Terrifying, and also devastatingly beautiful, in a statuesque sort of way—pale skin flawless enough to be wrong, and eyes burning like liquid rubies

Why would Maggie’s ancestors want to conjure and evil spirit or raise the dead? Fascinated by the pull of the words on the page, she softly whispered the Bring Forth the Dead Incantation. A cold chill swept over her and her temples throbbed. She carefully placed the ribbon down the interior binding of the pages and closed the book shut. The crystal didn’t look quite so out of place as it lay against the bottom of the pages. In fact, there was so much room between the size of the cover and the size of the pages that crystal tucked right up into the gap when she set the book on end. It was a perfect fit.

he said, voice low and cutting, “is why Austen’s so-called restraint is nothing more than repressed Victorian horniness dressed up in polite dialogue. Any questions?” Kenzie’s hand shot up before her brain could file a formal complaint. She was twenty-six, top of the PhD cohort, and the only student who never blinked when he eviscerated an answer. Today she wore a fitted black turtleneck that hugged her small breasts and a deep green plaid skirt that stopped mid-thigh, professional enough for academia, short enough to make him notice. Blackwood’s gaze locked on her like a sniper. “Miss Hale. Of course.”

Her tiny body perfectly fit on my bulky one and I loved it. Her long black hair looked messy but still managed to look perfect. She was sleeping peacefully in my arms. It was like the sleeping beauty was sleeping peacefully in the devil's arms. And the devil wanted to hold her like this forever. Seriously. I fell for a stubborn, angelic, and beautiful teenage girl. With a lazy smile on my lips, I kept watching the sleeping beauty in my arms but my phone decided to buzz. My smile dropped and I silently cursed that person who interrupted me to watch my sleeping angel.

“Someone who actually reads. Who’s been broken before and didn’t turn careful forever. Someone who… sees me. Not the version I put on dating apps. The real one. Messy and scared and all of it.” The words hung there. Vulnerable. Too much. Callum went very still. His hand moved to his jacket pocket. He pulled out the wrapped book and set it on the table between them. Sloane stared at it. Her throat felt tight. “Who was it for?” she asked, voice small. He rubbed the back of his neck. “My date. She mentioned Zaha Hadid once. I spent three days hunting this down. Essays on beauty in architecture. Stupid, right?”

Damon's POV I was staring at the book lying on the floor, its leather cover was already cracking from the spine given how often I’d gripped it. It looked so harmless sitting there, but every page seemed like a wound. Every line was my darkness. I had written it in the quiet hours when sleep refused to come, when my thoughts were louder than my heartbeat, when I wished for the kind of silence that only death could give. All of it, my despair, my loneliness, my longing to disappear, was right there, in black ink. And now Sabrina had seen it.

FICTION COME TRUE BOOK 4 Intro; Alessia Bellandi is a best seller dark romance author who has built her success writing about men who consume women whole. She writes about obsessive, dominant alpha males who are not just dangerous but attentive. Our reclusive writer lives a quiet life and she’s a socially awkward girl who lives in a quiet apartment that smells faintly of paper, ink, and the vanilla candles she forgets to blow out properly when writing. She writes about book men like a woman full and wild with experience which is quite the opposite of this dear author for she has never actually experienced life quite yet!

- she added, a bit embarrassed. - Miyuki...- Aoi turned to her with a rather serious face.- You know, you shouldn't be afraid of the dark so much. I know that darkness is thought to be scary and that it is in the dark that there are monsters hidden, but this is not always the case. Sometimes there are people in the dark who cannot fully appear in the daylight.- he said quite mysteriously.- In any case, darkness is not always scary. It can also be exciting and beautiful. You know what? One day I will take you for a longer walk to places that will make you fall in love with the darkness, because they look much more wonderful in the dark than during the day.- he added promisingly, sending her a