Romans & histoires Dark Aesthetic

Liam stated, with his trademark smirk, looking me up and down slowly, making me squirm. Yeah, right! My brown hair was still damp because I didn’t have time to dry it because of his stupid ‘ten more minutes’ so I had pulled it back into a messy bun. I had thrown on my dark blue skinny jeans and red V-neck top and pulled a black hoodie and black converse. I had added the bare minimum make up, as usual, just a little mascara to make my grey-green eyes stand out, and some clear lip gloss. I did not look hot. Freaking asshole! I gave him the finger and walked out to his car. Leaning against it, angrily, waiting for them to grace me with their presence.

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

Why was I not surprised? Dressed in a sleek black suit that fit him too perfectly, Damon Dark was unfairly attractive. His dark hair was slightly tousled, like he hadn’t bothered to tame it after running his fingers through it too many times. His sharp, gray eyes roamed over me briefly before landing on the gown. “You’re not dressed yet.” “Observant as ever,” I muttered. He stepped further inside, ignoring my sarcasm. “You’re stalling.” I crossed my arms. “Maybe I don’t feel like playing dress-up for your elite werewolf politics.”

“If you keep up with that, you're gonna leave me with a bruised arm,“ She eyed his grip, with clenched teeth. “Fucking let go already.“ “Just one night,“ Arthur rasped, tightening his grip around her waist. Standing on the dancefloor, with the multi-coloured chandelier directly over their head, Arthur knew he was prone to getting attention. It was a bold move standing at that spot longer than a minute. A very bold move, for someone who dreaded scandals. “Let me go! I've seen your likes, dealt with them…“ “I doubt anyone could be as agonized as I am. So no, you haven't seen my likes as I'm the only one of my kind,“ “If you're willing to wager your life just for a night with some random

I wanted to just close it and respect his privacy, but curiosity go the batter of me and I found myself pushing the wooden door open. I hadn’t been inside in quite a while, and I could easily note the difference. He always had a fancy for dark tones and it was clear from the colour pallet that the inkling still remained. It was several shades of grey, black and navy blue in a maximalist style that suited his ego.

Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the glittering Lagos skyline, black leather furniture, dark wood, and the faint scent of cedarwood and power hanging thick in the air and there he was. Damien Blackthorn rose from behind his massive mahogany desk like a predator uncoiling. Seven feet of pure, overwhelming Alpha dominance wrapped in a tailored black suit that did nothing to hide the hard muscle beneath. Broad shoulders, powerful chest, sharp jawline shadowed with stubble, and those piercing golden eyes that locked onto me the instant I entered. His presence slammed into me like a physical force: raw, ancient power mixed with dark masculinity that made my knees want to buckle.

It was looking amazing, but it was backless, looking at my back I wondered if there exists a beautiful dress which is also decent to wear on the same hand. Without wasting much time I appeared into the room, standing in my new dress. I thought I was looking the best today, but someone was looking more hot. He looked jaw-dropping hot and that when he had dressed himself in just five minutes. He is all ready and is looking so handsome. My pure evil, Dark. The black colour suits him. I just had a problem when he wears it all day and night, all the seasons. Wearing it occasionally is a good choice. It was smoggy around him, he appeared like an enchanting figure, spraying perfume all over his bod

Either I had done something really right or Karma was as bored as shit. The purple cloud solidified into a curvy form. A tanned-skinned dark-haired beauty stepped forth. She wore a golden dress that clung to her form and draped about her with sashes of cloth. Her nose was sharp and hawk like, but her eyes... her eyes were dark and hard just like the picture. I bowed my head in respect, keeping my eyes low as she looked me over with her judging ones. "How dare you summon me." There was a bite to her sultry voice.

Azael was on it and soon they saw Elise's beautiful face on the screen. "Damn!" Azael felt his heart burn when he saw her dress. It barely reached her thighs, exposing her long legs to the world. The black sexy attire made her look like a minx who had come to destroy the world, their world to be precise. Reuel felt his throat run dry and he had to take a sip of his drink to calm his burning heart. Elise looked tempting, a fucking enchantress and he couldn't move his gaze away from her even for a moment.

"Is it scaring you?" "I don't want you to loose your innocence." I inhaled her divine scent. "Doesn't mean I can't enjoy the doom of my enemies..." She whispered on my lips. "I am here to take care of your enemies... You don't have to do your hands dirty." She is already in my dark world but I don't want her to get consumed by it. This darkness shouldn't dim her light. She gently placed her lips on mine, making me drink the wine from her mouth. Her lips moved like rhythm.