Dark City Beneath The Beat Novels & Stories

“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.

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

“Now I know what you are.” Asher reaches me then, hands on my shoulders, grounding me as I shift back—pain roaring through me as consciousness slips. The last thing I see is Kade’s eyes in the darkness. Measuring. And smiling. Then everything goes black. —— Darkness doesn’t come gently. It crashes into me, thick and suffocating, dragging me under before I can decide whether I want to fight it. For a while—seconds, minutes, I don’t know—there is nothing but sound. Voices layered over each other. Someone shouting orders. The rhythmic thud of feet on earth. The distant echo of a horn fading into silence.

He muttered as his hands started roaming her chest. “I still have to pack.” She rolled her sad eyes at him. “5 minutes then.” Without waiting for her to respond, he crushed their lips together and started kissing her… Fifteen minutes later, the family of five gathered in a detached, small house behind their main building. The boys and Ashley carried well-packed backpacks, and their mother carried a small beach bag that was bugling with god knows what. They quietly entered a room that looked like a library. Bernard pressed down on a pitch black, glossy looking book and a clunking sound filled the room. Gradually, one of the bookshelves started moving inward until a doorway appeared. Bernard p

swipe left. From PB down everything is full of extreme security, the walls are soundproofed and have several layers of concrete, with an outer layer of an alloy of steel with other metals, which makes it almost indestructible, which is why the organization itself it can easily be called a bunker, everything here is run by computers and i've made sure i have the best hackers in the world to keep the prying out that's why whenever we hear of some kid who has gotten past the security of the pentagon or some organization or government important worldwide we make sure to find it and make it part of Darkness, only the best are here, although only a few manage to stay. As soon as we enter the class

The mysterious black business cars are slowly being transformed into battle vehicles, underneath powerful armored engines appear, and the car like a scarab rushes into battle. Jennifer froze, unable to believe this was the convoy just now. It's amazing how Ivan made them after all. The cars are changed in appearance and structure, slowly running straight into the forest. The space outside was extremely dark, each sound of insects calling was extremely eerie. Jennifer involuntarily shrank back, leaning against Ivan. "Afraid of what?" Ivan looked at her leaning against him, his eyes ferocious. “Who said I was afraid? It's just that I've never experienced this before."

Domenico had brought hell to the city, unleashing his demons on the bystanders and reveling in their pain. I did what I had to do. I sent my men out to help break up the beatings, stop assaults, and protect those who had no weight in this game. I stayed inside, holing up in my room with her by my side, my gun in my hand as we waited for someone to break in. Night dragged on as screams filled the air, sounds of men dying, blood hitting your nose.