Romans & histoires Dark Deception

“So? You didn’t do that! Why would you hide this?” It made no sense to me. “Get in.” With that, he got inside the car and slammed the door behind him, leaving my questions unanswered. “Isn’t the sunset pretty?” Dominic questioned out loud, his eyes looking upwards as he started in complete aw. “I’m more focused on the twenty innocent bodies that were slaughter for god’s know what reason that psychopath has and the fact that their fucking families will never know where the hell they are and will forever remain hopeful that one day they will magically appear on their doorstep when in reality they are long dead. But yeah, the sunset’s pretty.”

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

“Sadly, that’s just part of the under-the-table dealings of the Black Spectre.” For all this time, their understanding of the organization had been superficial at best. The news they were now facing was fresh and jarring, illuminating dark corners they hadn’t even known existed. It felt as though they were piecing together a shattered puzzle, each fragment revealing a deeper, more troubling truth. With every revelation, they realized just how much was hidden beneath the surface, urging them to confront the reality they had long avoided.

I was surrounded by darkness. ** You're not a good person, there's no way you want to be a better person, the darkness of your past surrounds you, you can't escape yourself, the voice echoes louder and I was screaming. I woke up so fast and it was all a dream, all my body was covered with sweat. "It's just a dream you don't have to force yourself to sleep, it's been over seven hours since you slept,'' he mumbled as he put his hand on my forehead.

Xavier happened to be invited as a VIP bidder. On the outside it was just an auction of ancient antiques and relics but everyone invited knew all that was a decoy as the real bidding will be done on the dark web where the real item was being sold.. It was the RT345 also known as the dark eyes... It's a technology very dangerous in the wrong hands and also deadly in the right hands... It's a device capable of shutting down every single thing that's using electricity including automobiles and so much more.. It was something Xavier created... This auction was something he arranged to fish out someone...

Finally glancing across the room to the desk, she knew what had to do. In the bottom drawer was a ledger, entrusted to her years before. The ledger was old and covered in faded black leather, and used to record the names of the dead. Necrology, some would call it. Nevertheless, to her, it was the source of all damnation. She was now obligated to add to the list of the dead, instructed to place two names on the never-ending list. Holding the book to her breast and caressing it with the gentleness a man might give to a beautiful woman; she opened the yellowing pages and slowly entered the first name. Pausing long enough to digest what she had just done, she closed the cover without recor

DARK DESIRES TRAPPED WITH THE MAFIA BOSS Written By Adura EPISODE TWENTY (A SNEAK PEAK OF THE PAST) "I heard she's the only daughter of the Carmen" "So many deficiencies in the world, How could she be choose to be dumb?, Fate was so cruel on her" "Can't believe she can't speak" "She can't voice her own opinion" "She's such a curse" "Her hair is intimidating" "I'm sure she's a witch"

Although I was still upset at Raphael, the hatred I was feeling before was completely gone. The Darkness's influence lingered in my mind, and I couldn't shake the feeling that it had manipulated my emotions, amplifying every negative sentiment until it became almost unbearable. Anger, grief, despair, and fury… all these feelings had been magnified, distorted, and twisted to serve The Darkness's sinister purposes. Its presence had been a constant catalyst, fueling my pain and nudging me toward destructive choices. And it worked, exploiting my vulnerabilities with devastating precision.

I say a little impatiently, she nods and approaches the laptop, Scott turns it to give her access and can carry out the transaction once she does it, she turns to me and comment “So they made it... D and you made it in...” I frown upon hearing that name, that's what they used to call Dark before joining the organization, why? Because wherever he went he always left a trail of death in his wake… D, for Death. “That's right... and you are?...” she asked, since she finally caught my attention, she smiles and comments wistfully “ready ...” Scott interrupts us verifying the transaction “I doubt very much that you remember me, but let's say that I am one of the many survivors that they ran into on

Blake’s POV The dark web is my playground, a hunting ground where I find the darkest, deepest secrets of my obsessions. It’s a place where anonymity rules, and I can hire just about anyone to dig up whatever I need on my next victim. The thrill of knowing every intimate detail about someone before they even realize they’re being watched—that’s where the power lies.