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Insane people are unpredictable. Destructive emotions bubble in my chest. It feels as if the hell we endured has taken up residence in my soul. The torment will never stop. “I loved Anya, I loved her so much,” I whisper. “Love. I love her more than my life.” Lifting my head, I lock eyes with Maryo. “It feels like I’ve lost my soul.” I give him a pleading look. “I’m still stuck in the darkness, but she’s not there. I can’t think straight. I can’t live without her.”

Annabelle read it out: “ Luke, the most powerful vampire to exist. He is known by many names. The lord of darkness. The symbol of abomination. The epitome of destruction. But one thing is very clear, he was never born as a vampire. Rather, he was born human. A servant to be precise. The story goes back when he served at a plantation alongside his friend. The two young men did not like their status and the burden of servitude. As much as they hated their lives, they each had different views towards their master. While his friend wanted to be among the elites and high class, Luke wanted to rule them. And so when rumors of a warlock spread in the town and came to pass, Luke and his

Roxane’s protest was cut short when Dark leaned close to her ear, his voice cold yet filled with emotion. “Honey… you’re the only woman I will love for the rest of my life. There will never be anyone else.” Roxane suddenly fell silent. Her eyes widened, her laughter stopped, and her heart—once full of irritation and teasing—started pounding wildly. “D-Dark…” she whispered, her lips trembling as she was about to respond— But suddenly, the entire mansion went dark. In an instant, everything was plunged into darkness. “Huh?! What is this—?!” Roxane reached out instinctively, gripping the emptiness, realizing that… it was gone. The arms that had been tightly holding her moments ago seemed to van

“I have fallen in-love with you, Michael Black. That is the truth, and you shouldn’t doubt it for one second.” “I’m confused,” he admits, “how can you love me when you don’t truly know me… my darkness. There are things I haven’t told you, things that might make you hate me.” My scoff is breathy. “Hate is a strong word, Michael.” “And so is love.”

“If I had the power, I would bring you back. I would bring you back so we could be together. So our family could be whole, Dark.” I took a deep breath, my voice cracking as I whispered, “I love you until we meet again. Until we meet in another life. In the next life, I will find you again, and we will be together. I will make sure we fall in love again, and we will never part. I will search for you, Dark. I will wait for you. I love you with all my heart. I love you… and I will never stop loving you.”

"No one has ever made you feel the way I make you feel. No one ever will. I've made sure of that. I've made sure that every time someone touches you, you'll compare them to me. Every time someone kisses you, you'll wish it was my mouth. Every time someone tries to love you, you'll know in your heart that they can never love you the way I love you." He said it. He said the word. Love. He wasn't talking about sweet love or gentle love or the kind of love that filled poetry books and romance movies. He was talking about dark love. Obsessive love. The kind of love that consumed everything in its path and left nothing behind. I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes.

She could feel the heavy beat of his heart through the duvet and her limbs were melting. The thickness of his arousal was a blatant pleasure force he used to encourage her thighs even wider apart. When he raised his head, Electa found she was panting like a sprinter. His ridiculously dark eyes leaped with burning flames, his deep chest heaving, his teeth gleaming white in the darkness between his hot pulsing lips. “Tell me… Were there any other lovers, zoi mou?” Adrastos repeated the question. Electa looked at his face… into his eyes… Then her eyes fixed his mouth, wanting those lips back on her lips, needing them there…

It never would. "Darkness never wins in the end, especially when love is stronger. Fuck I'm happy to be back",I kiss Beth and watch her sleep curled up in my arms. The love we share is epic. Darkness tried to win, but love prevailed. We sure showed it. I smiled as I kissed her head again. We are stronger than darkness. I kissed her head and took in her scent. Some loves, after all, were stronger than any darkness.

[South of Shkrade, Silvervale territory.] In a dark hall, 19 figures sat around a wooden table adorned with gold. A lavishly decorated chalice that contained blue fire barely illuminated it. The flickering flames made the shadows dance. At the head of the table sat a man. He had dark brown hair and hypnotic green eyes. A small smile graced his lips. This man was Darius Hale, formerly Estelle's lover. He was a handsome man with sharp jawline and stylish hair. He gave one an impression that he was a saint who wouldn't hurt a fly.

“I’m sorry for pushing you away. I never meant to hurt you.” Tears rolled down my cheeks as his eyes slowly softened. “I love you, Dark. Please… come back to me.” My hand inched toward his face, he moved closer also, but then, he suddenly screamed in pain, clutching his head. I fell backward, confused. Why was he still hurting? Havana said love could break the curse. Dark stumbled away, roaring and destroying everything in sight. I rushed down the tower, following him as he smashed through the walls of the Night Bane Order territory.