Novel & Cerita Dark City Beneath The Beat

Chapter 1: Dysfunctional family. The darkness is nothing more than a test that God gives us, many times to overcome things and learn from it, but in the end we all carry that darkness in our hearts, we just have to decide whether to expel it or let it dwell within you. Charlotte is a girl who has been in the dark since she was born, her parents were shitty to her, she was beaten and mistreated unjustifiably simply because her parents wanted it that way, but to understand a little of this story we must return to the past.

Loving can hurt, loving can hurt sometimes But it’s the only thing that I know When it gets hard, you know it can get hard sometimes It is the only thing makes us feel alive The sky was shadowed in darkness. The rain fell like an ocean thrown from the sky. Thunder rumbled like a rock star on the stage. And a jagged bolt of lightning ripped the sky in half. The wind ran as if it was being chased. The sound of it was a strange song, howling and longing for a melody.

Christophe whispered in a black velvet undertone, his breath fanning her cheek, burnished golden eyes scanning glazed amethyst. “Chris...” She trembled against him. “Tell me…” His dark head lowered and his carnal mouth found an incredibly sensitive spot below one small ear, sending shivers of hot, burning need running through her. “Don’t stop!” Lara didn’t recognize the desperate edge in her own voice. And suddenly, she was free. Christophe lounged back against the pillows and watched her with hooded, calculating, dark-as-night eyes. Wildly disorientated, Lara stared back, not understanding anything but the painful ache of her own hotly aroused body.

before blacking out this is all managed to get in the darkness. . . . . . . . .

he spat through his teeth, his sadness turning to blind rage. I couldn’t breathe. My lungs just refused to work. My heart was beating way too fast as my body started to shake. He was coming back. He wanted to see us. The last time I saw that man, he had ripped my school shirt off me and had pinned me to the floor while he undone his pants. He was about to rape me when Jake and Liam came in and beat the crap out of him. Oh God, he was coming back. I replayed all of the beatings he handed out to me and Jake, all the touching that happened when I was alone with him, the whispered words and secret smiles. My vision started to get black spots as I hyperventilated. I was going to die I could feel

"It’s time to show Peony what happens when the 'shadows' and the 'grit' finally stand together." The Titan roared to life, its massive engines echoing through the subterranean graveyard of Metro City. The harvest was entering its final, desperate phase, and the "losers" were finally bringing the fight to the enemy’s heart.

You can do this. It’s just lunch. For two very intense men. Who may or may not be criminals. No big deal! I knocked once—too softly. No answer. I knocked again—louder this time—and the door creaked open just a little, enough for me to peer inside. They were both there. The one with the dark glasses—seated behind the massive desk—and the other one, standing off to the side, his phone in one hand, a scowl on his face like it was permanently carved there.

Her lips moved like rhythm. I grabbed the glass from her hand and placed it down. She grabbed my neck and deepened the kiss. I pulled her closer and she hissed making me break the kiss. "You are hurt." "I don't care" She locked her lips with mine. She is drunk! I gathered her in my arms and walked out of the basement. It's already dark and everyone is sleeping. I don't know why Dominick is putting his trust in me and letting me roam in his house at night.

Whatever things that are not from the Lord the Eaters were being fed off. Harold has a lot of Eaters surrounding him every day. Today, I am fighting six of them with my bare hands and the skills that was left in me for decades of trainings. I cannot let them eat another portion of Harold’s mind and heart. He must think of the happy thoughts; he is running fast from the owner of the bag he just stole with. He was fourteen years old, homeless and starving. He run out from the orphanage he is staying to find his sister, but he failed. Thus, he was walking and begging on the busy street of Toronto.

As soon as the door slammed shut, the car took off, leaving smoking trails of scorched rubber in its wake. - Go to the elders in the "house". - Brook-ta-man commanded, the driver nodded, the partition was tightly closed. The vampire retreated into himself, contemplating what was happening. The horizon was already tinged with scarlet tones when the car drove up to a tall building completely covered in black shiny glass. The building looked like a double obelisk with beveled tops. The car drove into the underground garage, the barrier smoothly rose up, the steel sheets of the doors went into the ceiling. Cameras around the perimeter monitored what was happening. The garage occupied a huge area