Novel & Cerita Dark Confessions

It’s a shadow I can’t escape, no matter how fast I walk, no matter how far I go. And as I walk down the sidewalk, I feel the undeniable weight of something dark pressing against me. The kind of dark that doesn’t just disappear. It lingers. Watches. Waits. And I know, with a certainty I can't shake, that whatever this is—whatever has started—it’s only just begun. Alessandro's POV

Turning around, he then said, “Oh, and if you talk about last night to anyone, I’ll be sure to end the arrangement with your dad and expose your whoring ass to the world,” Sierra was too stunned to speak. She could only watch him in terror, recoiling in fear. Raphael was nothing like she thought he was. Just when Sierra thought things couldn’t get any worse, she’d fallen into the devil’s trap. “Have a great day, sweetheart,” Raphael said with that menacing grin, taunting her before exiting the room. * * * - - - To Be Continued. - - -

"So when Harper's poison insinuated itself… when the papers came out… it wasn't you I didn't trust, Jonah. It was me. It was my own discretion. It was the specter of a twenty-four-year-old who'd once thought he'd believed in love and had his future and his heart stomped into the ground for it." He had spoken in a fractured voice. "The doubt you saw in my eyes… it was the fear that I was that dumb, ignorant boy again. That I'd let myself be manipulated. That the replay was happening. That it never had to do with you. It had to do with the darkest recess of my own history, one which I've tried every day since to outrun.". The confession was completed. The room felt charged, cleansed by the ter

He raised his voice and I so badly wanted to give him that, to make him trust me, but there was nothing. I took a hesitant step closer, cautiously drawn in by his seemingly trusting demeanor. His voice dropped to a low, almost conspiratorial whisper as he leaned toward me. "I'll tell you a secret," he murmured, his tone filled with a deceptive vulnerability. "This place holds more horrors than you can imagine. Dark secrets lie within these walls, secrets that could tear your world apart."

Just a black door with a security guard who nodded at Dante as if he knew him. We went inside. And I realized exactly what kind of place this was. The lighting was dim in red and purple. Slow depraved songs were playing in the background. But what really gave it away were the people. Couples grinding against walls. A woman was on her knees in a corner booth. Moans mixed with the music filled the air. Fuck! This was a sex club. I feel so hot all of a sudden. "Dante…" I started. "Quiet," he ordered, his hand possessive on the small of my back.

“Tell me what you’re thinking when you look at me, Eve.” I didn’t tell her my name. She must have read it on the library nameplate visible from the street. The sound of it in her mouth—low, intimate—makes my pulse stutter. “I think…” My voice cracks. “I think about things I shouldn’t.” Her eyes darken. “Like what?” I swallow hard. The rain hammers the roof, sealing us in this warm, dimly lit space. Confession spills out of me like holy water turned to wine. “I think about your hands on me. Your mouth. I think about—” I can’t finish. Shame and desire twist tight in my chest.

My Mind Fractured Again Not from confusion this time. From realization. “He was silenced,” I whispered. No one denied it. My Hands Began to Shake Not from fear. From anger. Cold. Deep. “He tried to expose it,” the woman added softly. “Everything. The project. You. What was being done.” “And they killed him for it,” I finished. Silence. Confirmation. My Chest Hurt But not from sadness. From something else. Something darker. Final Cliffhanger My voice came out low.

I whisper, looking straight down at my lap. How can my tongue ever tell his noble ears about this dirty shame? How can my voice confess to the highest alpha in the territory that my young body sold its virgin heat for gold resources? I don't know how many secret surveillance photos this blackmailer holds in their claws. My soul is so scared that my dirty history from the Duskwild Expanse will get leaked to the entire pack. Especially if his eyes find out...

Lir sneered before pushing past me, purposely jamming into my shoulder before guiding his horse to follow him. "Fucking leech," I scowled before shaking my head. "He has a point. You can't blame him for being a dick. We all have secrets, Apollo. One's we don't want to share, but if you expect us to help with this, you might need to share some things." A dark voice sounded from the shadows. I turned to face the Nightcrawler who was liking behind me. "If you're so open to the idea of sharing your past. Why don't you start? What got you locked away in the Dark realm, huh? Gods, we don't even know your name." I snapped, not bothering to hold back my anger. The Nightcrawler laughed.

Centuries have passed and that girl, even when it's tough for me to concede, is probably dead. Thus, another girl, a grown-up lady is always appearing. This dilemma has been present for ever since year 2018 started, goddamn it! I paved my way through the Italian bar. The entrance was covered with beautiful and pink flowers with the neon letters La Fleur. You wouldn't expect that inside it was a bar full of monsters doing drugs, sex, and feeding on people. I saw a familiar man coming out of the counter and making his way to me. I grinned at him and nodded, letting my red pupil show – a way to greet your co-vampires. He did the same too.