Novel & Cerita Dark Blue Kiss Novel English Translation

Amara POV: Viktor Dragovic wants to make a deal with me? That’s fucking hilarious. I’ve killed men with more brains and less ego. He thinks tossing money and whispers my way will get my attention? He has no idea who he’s playing with. Still, I couldn’t help but grin as I stared at the encrypted message glowing on the screen: “The Devil offers a meeting. Midnight. Iron Citadel.” Drama much? I leaned back on the hotel couch, swirling cheap whiskey in a glass. My black boots were muddy from last night’s kill, blood still crusted on the laces. I hadn’t bothered cleaning them. Why would I? The mess was half the art.

She never wanted her kids to grow up in this darkness. Damon’s fury finally softened, though the madness still lingered in his eyes. He pulled her close and kissed her — and she didn’t protest. But it wasn’t passion, nor love. It was raw, hard, consuming, a collision of desperation and violence. She could taste blood on his lips, acrid smoke clinging to his breath, the metallic tang searing her tongue. The kiss was suffocating, unhinged, more like a claim than an embrace.

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

The tears in her eyes threaten to flow, but I hold them off when I lean down and kiss her. As I break the kiss, I say, “Baby, I am so sorry. She has nothing on you. Honestly, I don’t know why my body had chosen to betray me. It’s as if she put a spell on me or something and it felt so foreign. I guess I will never understand it. But, please trust me, I will never stray from your arms. Ever.”

I whispered, voice thin but sharp, "I've got a gift for you. If I told you Brian wanted you dead, would you believe me? He's a wolf with black blood deceptive to the bone." I smiled, a smile that cut like a blade. Then I screamed. Loud. A piercing cry that made the windows shake. "Someone help! Somone attacking me!" Moments later, exactly as I'd hoped, footsteps thundered in the hall. Shouts followed... "Open the door! Who's in there? Open up!" My heart pounded, they were here.

His words were a feral hiss, not for the boardroom or the world, but just for me. I braced a palm on his chest, my voice trembling with forbidden delight. “Jealousy doesn’t suit you, Damian Blackwood.” He grinned, all teeth and hunger. “No one touches you. No one even looks.” With the blinds still drawn from early morning, he moved in—enough risk to make me shiver. His lips crashed down on mine, hungry and reckless, a kiss that devoured excuses and space. My papers slipped from my hands, fluttering to the carpet as I clung to his shirtfront.

The kiss lasted so long, and we didn't pull away until we were out of breath. His ocean blue eyes met mine, but they weren't blue anymore. His beautiful blue ocean color changed to black, indicating that his wolf was mostly in control. Mine was also fighting for control; I could feel her. "Mine!" He growled before attacking my breasts, kissing, sucking, and licking every possible part of my heated skin, moving up towards my neck. The moment his lips touched my mark, I felt fire burning my soul. Only God knows how much I craved his kisses. It was an explosion of feelings that consumed me rapidly.

The emotion from the man who’s about to consume her, that’s something she’ll never be ready for. So, instead of fighting anything, she arches her back, needing him close. She wants to continue feeling his warmth. Meeting those blue eyes, she whispers the words he wants to hear, “make me forget everything.” It’s then that he steals her breath with a kiss again that not only eliminates her fear, it also consumes her soul. All the good, all the light she had hidden inside, is now only engulfed by the black and red of Noah.

'That you're not like any uncle I imagined. His eyes darkened, thumb brushing my lower lip. 'Careful what you wish for.' Then he kissed me... hard, claiming. His mouth was rough, stubble scraping my skin as his tongue invaded, tasting of rum and dominance. I melted into it, hands fisting his hair, moaning softly into his mouth. He pulled back, breathing ragged. 'On your knees, Lila. Show me how bad you want this.'

I couldn't give him a response because all I wanted at that moment was for him to touch me; to touch every inch and corner of my body like he owns it. Professor Blake started leaning closer, and I shut my eyes as out lips met. As our lips met, it was like two stars colliding in the vast expanse of the night sky. His lips were soft, warm, and inviting, and the taste of his affection was sweeter than any dream I had ever known, or any book I've ever written. The kiss was a slow, sensuous exploration, as if we were savoring every moment, every sensation, of this long-awaited union.