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" It just happens to be a coincidence that the gift given to you on your birthday contains the secret to Luke's demise and you happen to be a werewolf." "I know, right?" Daniel laughed. " This life is full of mysteries." "But how can we trust what is written on that paper?" Tomiwa asked sceptically. "Have you forgotten?" Annabelle spoke up." The book we read at Tisha's place. It said the warlock sealed the secret to killing Luke in silver and aquamarine. Daniel's necklace is silver and the W sign on it happens to be blue in color. Aquamarine is another color for blue."

Cuz what's the excuse with him She sighed,"I don't know,he was cute and has a nice dick, I was already fucking him before I started dating you, I'm sorry okay I really am, and I'm not apologizing cuz I want you back or whatever, I'm so past that, I'm just in so much darkness right now and I'm suicidal and this is me trying hard not to stay alone so I don't start thinking about killing myself " "You've still not told me what you want from me". "I don't know okay? I was just driving and ended up in your house, I didn't know where else to go". "What happened to all your friends and sex partners ". "I don't have friends, everyone around me is there to either collect of drain me, and I definitely

Dark bored said. Blake frowned at him. "Do you believe you'll still be alive, Blake?" asked Dark. Blake was amazed and looked at his body lying in bed. The noise from this device was strong, Blake had a bandage on his head, he also had a bandage on his chest. Blake couldn't resist hanging onto his head and chest. Blake turned to Dark, and looked at what he was wearing. Dark is all black, with gloves and a coat. Its elegance was more pronounced in the coat, but the expression on his face was still the same.

I say whilst reaching into my pocket to grab my tablets. I pull my hand out of my pocket and look down at my tablets. I then stand up and walk over to my drawer and open it. Inside is the rest of my tablets that are only half full. I threw the tablets with the others in the drawer. “If they don’t work, then I’m not taking them.” I say to myself. I walk back over to my bed and throw myself onto it. I stare at the ceiling. How am I supposed to live like this? Why can’t they just put people down like they do with animals? The world would be better off.

💌✨ AUTHOR’S NOTE TO MY LOVELY READERS ✨💌 Hello, my lovely readers! 🥹❤️🌙 First of all, I just want to say a HUGE thank you to every single person who has opened Dark Tales of Midnight: A Collection of Taboo Stories and decided to take this journey with me. 🖤🌹✨

Something happened tonight," I whispered urgently. Alex's expression turned inquisitive, and he nodded. "What's going on?" he asked, his voice low and concerned. I took a deep breath, preparing to unfold the tangled threads of my encounter with Christy and the emotions Natalie had awakened within me. "Yeah, what... DID?" Alex emphasized, his voice laced with curiosity. His gaze drifted away, fixated on a captivating figure across the room. I followed his line of sight, and my heart skipped a beat. Christiana stood poised, radiant in a stunning green lace dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. The garment shimmered under the light, accentuating her beauty.

My library professor whose deep commanding voice made my thighs clench during lectures. The man I’d fantasized about bending me over these very tables and fucking me senseless until I can’t remember my name. I opened the book, and the dedication page read: For those who crave quiet darkness.” My breath hitched. I flipped to the next page and started reading. “She knelt before him in the silence of stacks, skirts pushed high, panties already soaked. “Read it out,” He ordered. “Every filthy word, while I taste how wet you’ve become for me.”

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

Really, I have done a lot of bad thing and was never a saint but everyone I'd fuck up totally deserved it. Alpha Darwin's bedroom was even more depressing than the living rooms. They were all black walls and paintings; furniture and ceilings. It did not look like it was made for a person. If I had missed my way here, I could've speculated a demon lived in it. I wondered how he slept in here... in a room that was nothing but dark. It was intensely dark and really depressing. And the paintings on the wall, they had no signature so I figured out he had done some handwork to communicate how dark his mind was. There was a dark heart, pierced all over and splashed with different colors. Right over

I stare at myself wondering "when did I get so dark" I try my best to think positive about myself but sometimes its not easy, especially when i stroll through my Instagram and all I see is light skins winning, dark skins are ugly but only dark skin girls; white and light skins love dark skin boys but no one loves dark skins unless she has a big butt or big boobs, but even then they don't love them for who they are but for their bodies.