Dark Aesthetic Novels & Stories

The overall effect was nothing short of breathtaking, a vision of loveliness that seemed almost otherworldly in its perfection. She was barefoot, and beautiful... But she had a dark demeanor. A shadow seemed to fall across her face, as if the darkness within her was seeping into the very air around us. Her makeup, a dramatic, smoky affair, only added to the sense of mystery and danger that surrounded her. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I recognized the style… it was one I had seen before, a signature look that seemed to be favored by those who walked the fine line between life and death.

Ajay is right on one thing, these men are shameless disrespectful sex maniacs! Averting my gaze from the emotional torture brought about by that scenery, I ricochet my distress around the corners of this black-painted hall. Black-representing the dark sins taking place here. The evil roaming in this whole place. No other colour would have fitted these walls better. The red lanterns on the walls are doing enough justice in illuminating the black-painted hall. Good combination - red and black. Evil and danger. Cold and deep.

His dark hair fell carelessly across his forehead, his jaw rough with stubble, his presence so overwhelming that the room seemed to bend around him. When his gaze lifted and locked onto hers, Seraphina felt it. A pressure. A weight. A primal awareness that sank into her bones. His eyes were not gold. They were something darker. Something older. The room fell silent. “So,” Darius said, his voice low, unhurried. Dangerous. “This is the girl.” Seraphina swallowed. She had imagined monsters with claws and fangs, not a man who looked carved from sin and command. Not a man whose calm was far more terrifying than rage.

I replied briskly. "You don't mean it, Annabelle,? Do you,” I asked. she rolled her eyes at me. "Get this into your medulla oblongata, I don't have any fucking feelings for you, you are just a desperate bitch looking for a hookup, so am not that kind of guy for you huh,” I said and she screamed. "Really? Damon, so I am worth nothing to you. I am just a desperate bitch?” she muttered as she took her clothes and stormed out of the room

Plus, the icing on the cake was that I would be away from Alexa and Calvin. “I heard about your little stunt last night,” Alexa informed me, gliding up to my desk. I wondered how someone so pretty could be so evil. She was tall with dark, glossy hair that was always perfectly coiffed. Her eyes were a unique shade of gray with lashes so long they made a breeze when she blinked. Add in perfect porcelain skin, legs that stretched into infinity and a waist that was built for the designer skirts she always seemed to wear, and she was gorgeous. Gorgeous and incredibly evil.

Morana's blushing face and panting breath were really beautiful in Daniel's eyes, the man looked at Morana as if he wanted to eat her right then and there. The monster inside him writhed as Daniel tried to suppress his innermost desires. After all of Morana's body stopped shaking and she slowly opened her eyes with a look in her eyes that was hard to digest, Daniel looked back at her as if he was dreaming and Morana was the object of his darkest dream.

she continued hurriedly to cover up her fluster. “Black?” He fought his grin, delight fizzing through him. He wasn’t the only one randy as all hell, he thought, and considering that she had spent the night with the vampire, he was rather to inclined to think that it was because on some basic, instinctual level, her body recognized him as one of her mates. “It might fit our aesthetic, but it doesn’t resell well,” he teased. “Dark grey with black and white details, I’m thinking,” she told him crisply, pretending to return her attention to the paint, but flicking him a look from under her eyelashes. “How long have you been sulking in the shelves for?” She added with mild accusation.

the woman who was attending the clothing store attended Sarah. "Hello, I'm looking for something nice to go to work, I'm an assistant and I'm looking for something formal, but not so much." "Well, look we have these beautiful dresses" the woman showed her some sleeveless dresses made of a beautiful fabric and some pastel shades, that nothing related to the company where she was working, besides the climate of DarkVille would kill her where she wore one of those. "No thanks, I work in DarkVille, you know I wouldn't be able to wear something like that."

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.

It feels like I live in a prison where I can never be happy or see the light beyond the darkness around me. I never had friends or a girlfriend because my father doesn't let anyone get close to me. Sometimes I feel a lot of pain in my body and this always happens during the full moon, so I take some horrible medicine that my father gives me. He says it's for my good, because if I don't take it I'll get sick, I know it's not that, but I don't have my grandfather to tell me what's wrong with me! These nightmares that don't leave me alone and are always the same turn me into a horrible wolf where I'm in a war of leadership, that's it and the same dreams or nightmares every day.