Dark Deception Lucky Novels & Stories

'lucky, why don't you tell me why you are in danger? Lucky's face froze and quickly covered up the unnaturalness on his face. Now, even Anna can see a ghost. 'lucky, what do you want? Do you want to frame sister Kristen? ' Lucky glanced at Anna and didn't speak. Obviously, she didn't pay any attention to one of her little assistants. Lucky looked at Kristen Oliver and only bit his lip and said, 'I can't tell you the reason. It's my private matter.' 'Since it is a private matter, then hide it.'

Instead, he scooped me in his arms and brought me to my bed. There was a mix of excitement and fear which instantly crept into my whole being. Excited because my curiosity will be sufficed but fearful because I know this might break me or make me. Again, Pierre Monteblanco is a mystery. A dangerous one. And what a fool am I to throw myself into his dark fate. However, the need to feel this dark persona is heavier than all the things bothering me in my mind. I just need to satisfy this curiosity or else I'll be damned.

She had once been the feared Queen of Witches, until the werewolves destroyed everything she had built and left her to die. When she opened her eyes again, she was no longer a queen but a powerless werewolf. Stripped of her magic, her position, and the life she had once known, she was forced to survive among the very people responsible for her downfall. Then there was the man who had led the massacre. He claimed she was his mate and wanted her as his Luna. She would gladly accept it.

“The question is, pretty boy… how the fuck did you survive Lucien Blackwood? After all that stealing. You fed me those chemicals for years, lined your pockets while smiling with his men. Then you lit the match that started the whole damn war. Lucien wiped my Lord’s Cartel… the entire legendary pistol powder cartel clean off. The Pistol cartel has been here for a century, and Lucien wiped them out in a day… Everyone is gone. Me? “He tapped the ruined side of his face. “They said headshot. Close enough. Bullet took the eye instead, I was Lucky, I guess. Been laying low ever since, picking up what’s left. But you… you’re still walking around like nothing happened. Still playing house. Still got

Lucky’s POV My birthday celebration turned out well. After the shocking news of Rad’s death, we continued to celebrate my birthday. I am not that heartless and evil. I visited his grave two months after I recovered from all the tragedy that happened in my life. We didn't get to understand why he killed Zandra, but I want to leave it in the past now. I want her to rest peacefully. Today, I’m inside our bedroom wearing the costume of Disney princess Cinderella. Damien was the one who chose this costume for me. He said blue suits me better.

The words are written in ink that shines faintly in the torchlight. And the message is short: 🖤🥀 My dearest dark sister, I see you have found yourself in quite the predicament, but do not despair. I have no intention of leaving you to rot in that wretched place. I can arrange your escape, but you know that as with all things worth having, there is always a price. You possess a knowledge that I want, a knowledge that has to do with your stepdaughter, Daisy Caldwell. Tell me everything you know about her Trueblood powers and how to kill her. Give me this information, and I will give you your freedom and that of your daughter. Refuse, and you will hang alongside your precious Louise. I hope y

The time had come to confront the darkness head-on and expose the puppet masters pulling the strings behind the scenes. A hushed silence fell upon the room as a figure emerged from the shadows, a man whose name was whispered in fearful tones - Damien Blackwood. He was a legendary figure in the underground world, a master manipulator known for his cunning and ruthlessness. It was rumored that he held the key to unlocking the secrets we sought. "Welcome, my friends," Damien's voice echoed through the room, his presence commanding attention. "You have taken bold steps to come this far, risking everything for the truth. But be warned, the path ahead is treacherous, and the price of knowledge can

"So, we've been played. All along." Luka's voice was filled with a mix of anger and determination. "We can't let her succeed. We need to act quickly, change our plan, catch her off guard." As the weight of their revelations settled upon them, their resolve grew stronger. The path ahead was shrouded in uncertainty, a labyrinth of deceit and betrayal that they were determined to navigate. Together, they would adapt, strategize, and uncover the truth that lay beneath the layers of shadows. In a world where loyalties were fragile and deception was rampant, Light and Luka would forge their own path, one that would lead them to the heart of the darkness that sought to consume them.

Derek told her as he took a moment and then said, “ Anyway I did not come here to tell you this, I knew that you will get angry at me if I was to tell you this which is why I will not waste your time by showing my face when you don’t want… all I want to give you is another hint.” Levy frowned, a part of her wanted to refuse and tell him that she did not want his help but another part of her, a part that was closer to her heart told her that she should hear what the man was saying because only then will she be able to find the truth about her mother’s death. “ What do you want to tell me?” She asked Derek whose eyes glittered as he answered, “ Have you heard about a dark magic called, Charla

Cove leaned in, kissing Eli deeply, full of everything they had survived and everything still waiting for them. When he pulled back, his storm-gray eyes were fierce with love and determination. “Then let’s go hunt a ghost.” The convoy moved fast through the rainy night streets. Rain pounded against the armored SUV windows, turning the city lights into blurred streaks of gold and red. Fog rolled in thick from the river, wrapping the docks in a cold, ghostly haze. Eli sat in the back seat beside Cove, his hands trembling slightly as he set up the mobile hacking rig on a small fold-out table between them.