Dark Deception Lucky Novels & Stories

Devon airs out, iddling to hear Keith's comeback, rather someone else swops in before he could, Mr Leonardo says, " what are you saying sir!! Everyone loves a snow globe and trust me, it will make your room beautiful, trust us" (Smiles profoundly) "Fine, I'll take it". Devon backs in with the gift, brought in by Keith, and while he ambeld further, Mr Leonardo shoots a smile to his son, who donned the same look, indeed that snow globe isn't just an ordinary snow globe, but a medium to getting the truth. (10:00pm) Peace was the theme for the evening, we all locked up our rooms tucked ourselves in bed, but as usual, someone had to wake us up.

"With me at the table today, winning's a sure thing! I'm basically a lucky charm. Who'd pass that up?" Regina Wade said, gazing at everyone confidently. In that instant, I realized I had been reborn! In my previous life, Regina kept claiming she was a lucky charm. Everyone who took her advice and joined the bet struck it rich. But I was the only one who lost everything. I thought once I paid off my gambling debts, it would be over, but things only got worse.

"Anyone in this forest can be the hidden dark horse." "A dark horse?" Liam Raeken mocks loudly from behind his bandages, his chest heaving with laughter. "That old thing looks much more like a dead horse to the eyes." "Alpha Derek, please do not worry for a single second if our paws lose this specific round," Lydia Hale whispers softly, her hand gently touching my leather sleeve. "Our pockets have already won twice against their bets." Noah chuckles from his throat. "Lydia, your tongue is just as cheeky as ever before the elders. But this time, total victory will be mine."

Lucky' face was set in a frown as he listened until finally, he hissed, "He got what he deserved." I didn't want to talk about Dagger any longer or what had just happened. What was done, was done, so I didn't bother to agree or disagree. I just sat there while Lucky contemplated. After a long moment, he spoke, "So, what now? Are you continuing forward with the deal you made for our freedom or has he convinced you to be his mate?" "I'm continuing with the deal," I assured him quickly, picking at my nails. "I'm going to make sure you get out of here."

Iza spun around, the folder in her hand slipping to the floor, papers scattering like autumn leaves. Dark was standing in the doorway. He was still in his suit, his tie pulled loose, his silhouette blocking the only exit. He didn't look angry. He looked... empty. The "Devil" had returned, and the mask of the lover had been discarded on the floor of the boardroom. "You lied to me," Iza whispered, her voice cracking. "Everything... the debt, the contract... it was all a lie." Dark walked into the room, his boots sounding like a death knell on the hardwood. He stopped in front of her, his gaze dropping to the photo of her father on the wall.

With every fiber of my being, I had known she was mine. How could she belong to both of us? How could fate be so cruel? I rose slowly, legs unsteady, the world tilting around me. Carson slumped beneath me, still breathing, barely conscious. And still—I didn’t look at him. My eyes stayed locked on her. When I finally spoke, my voice was a ghost of itself. “Is it true?” She didn’t answer. She couldn’t. She didn’t know. And I—Adrian Balshov, daylight-walker, breaker of empires—stood in the center of Blackgate, surrounded by blood and broken bodies...

Without needing to say anything else, and Romera holstering her weapon, they leave the underground containment holdings. On the surface, Gardax and Lard wait patiently. The two patrols that walked around the plantation had their throats slit and lay waist on the ground. Their blood drains from their bodies and coats the wheat that grows in their fields. With no one on the plantation other than the crew and the people liberated. The barrier that once provided the illusion of nothing has been taken down. The cubes that made the spell possible are back into Lard’s bag which is hanging tight next to him on the table that he sits on. In one of his hands is a book that he is reading. One is labele

This was a different kind of disguise, for a different kind of predator. As I got ready, I felt like I was splitting in two again. Maeve, the girl worrying about bills and her family. Eve, the dancer at the club. And now, this new person, Caden's spy. Someone forced to smile and charm and dig for information. It felt dirtier, more calculated. At The Onyx, at least people knew what they were buying. Here, I would be lying, tricking, using my youth and looks in a way that felt even more dishonest.

I answered. “I would use that ability and pay close attention to her scent. Since she is a dark angel, it is possible that your pup could be a rare metallic angel. It is written that the only other two documented dark angels gave birth to children that bore powers associated with metals. One was said to have wings that were golden in color and that the child was able to control all things made from gold. The other child was said to have wings that were dark grey but then faded to silver at the tips. This child could control multiple different metals.” Eivor explained.

I shot back. Leon stepped closer, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “You think she’ll choose you over the rest of us? You’re living in a fantasy. The darkness will become her, and as I force it on her, it will be intoxicating. I’ll make her want it. And when she does, it won’t be you she turns to. It’ll be me.”