Dark City Beneath The Beat Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Well, I am a bit bored for the moment and currently I do not want to agitate Daniela and cause a fight with Arthur, so, why not?” “Very well. Very well indeed.” The little errand is now set. The darkness that comes with it, and the fact that is deeper and more painful than it could ever be. The pure darkness of the daughter of her. Her split soul from her yin and yang. Beatrice’s existence was cowered and played by HIM. All to make that perfect destruction is about to be lighted. Now with the ticking dwindling time, the daughter of hell is about to be reborn.

“It's not like that. It's not something you can get rid of. It's part of me; it's my other half. It's who and what I am. Don’t you see, I am the darkness! To get rid of it would be to get rid of me. I'm no good for you. I will only cause you pain and suffering. I am the darkness! I'm the monster everyone's afraid of. I'm the beast in the dark that children have nightmares of. I am the evil from the depths of hell and will only snuff out your light, little angel. You and I can never be together!” He said with a deep and rough voice. Smoke seeped from his body again, and a dark aura rose from his body like a shadow looming over her.

she let out a small hollow laugh. “I'm sorry,” she continued. “I honestly didn't bring you here to make you depressed or bore you with my sob story. I brought you here because this is where it all began. The mask, the urge to be a DJ, the secrets, the lies. Everything. This is where Butterfly was born. And this is where she's going to die.” I couldn't hide the shock as I looked at her.

I pull my hand away as soon as I can and quickly follow Becca into the dark nightclub. Music pulses loudly, vibrating up from the damn floor. My eyes dart everywhere, taking everything in. The place looks amazing. There’s a bar running the whole length of one wall, and that whole area is portioned off with a bouncer keeping anyone with a stamped hand out. The dance floor is huge and packed and another section on the right is filled with tables and beautiful waitresses in skimpy outfits dropping off sodas and water to all the sweaty underage kids. I raise my eyes and see an upper level. I strain my eyes, searching the darkness and swear I see movement, but I can’t make out what it is.

Inside, it’s everything I need it to be. Dark and loud and blindingly alive. Colored lights flash over the crowd, blue, red, violet, casting strangers in shifting shadows. The beat shakes the floor, climbs into my bones, and starts to burn away everything I’m tired of carrying. The judgment. The silence. The weight of being someone I never asked to be.

I handed Khanyiswa my phone to safeguard and grabbed the bottle of wine as we walked downstairs. The Mercedes Viano was parked at the hotel entrance and we got in. The car speakers were playing Chris Brown and that was honestly my idea. His songs are in the mood tonight. I know Bangizwe listens to him more. The driver played Freaky Friday as he started to drive and I mean who doesn't listen to Chris Brown? The car was buzzing with us, singing along because it's really a freaky Friday and about to get even more freakier. — To say there wasn't anyone drunk would be an insult. When Residuals, hit the speakers, everyone grabbed a partner and danced. I was in the arms of my lover as he swayed me

Sweat beaded on my skin from the heat, but I pushed on, checking the bar, the dance floor, even the VIP lounges. Finally, after what felt like an eternity of dodging strangers and ignoring the club's seductive pull, I spotted the security office door slightly ajar at the back of the complex. The hallway leading there was quieter, lined with cold metal walls that muffled the party's roar. I pushed inside without knocking and slammed the door shut behind me, the bang echoing in the small space filled with monitors and glowing screens.

Pain blooms across my back, sharp and dizzying. I try to scramble up, but my arms feel weak, unresponsive. My body doesn’t listen anymore. The dark figure moves. Not fast. Not slow. Just close enough. My vision blurs, the edges darkening as if the night itself is closing in. The cold seeps deeper now, wrapping around me like a heavy blanket. My heartbeat stutters, then pounds erratically, uneven and frantic. I want to scream. I want to fight. But exhaustion crashes over me all at once, crushing and absolute. My eyelids flutter despite my efforts to keep them open.

They hastily made their way to the entrance of the Ræm's estate only to discover that there was an invisible barrier that they couldn't break no matter how hard they hit it. The grounds were sealed off and nobody knew what to expect next. Pandemonium soon rented the air. KuLaa hung in the air watching them with an expressionless face. It was as if this destruction had nothing to do with her. When the land started swallowing people, Becca allowed it to swallow her. For a witch, breathing underground only requires a spell. Because she could still feel KuLaa's presence, she waited until KuLaa left and everything settled down before emerging from the underground.