Dark Designs Novels & Stories

Shades of Black were his favorite but he also had selected other dark colors in his lists like midnight black, foggy grey, brunette, indigo blue, peacock blue, and pine green. "Huh uh? Comfortable?", Aashmaan looked puzzled at him. "It's a unique color, Love, which gives me power and authority", Neil explained and started combing his brown fluffy locks. "What's so unique about it? It shows darkness and hurts my eyes" " she whined at him. Neil came and stood near her. Her heart started jumping in her chest. His masculine familiar cologne was hitting her nostrils. "Dark colors absorb everything in it. All colors lost their identity in front of it. that's why I love to wear dark colors", Neil s

Armed with an extra blanket that she found from the cabinet near the bathroom, Morana wrapped her body with the blanket. Even though it's not as warm and comfortable as when she sleeps on the bed, but at least it's good enough to get through this night. Before going to sleep, Morana turned off all the lights in the room, leaving only the dim moonlight on the night sky to illuminate this room, because of the pouring rain. Morana loved this kind of dark atmosphere, making her feel like she could hide in the dim night, as if her existence had no meaning so nothing could hurt her anymore.

DARK DESIRES TRAPPED WITH THE MAFIA BOSS EPISODE FIFTEEN ALESSIA POV Dressed in a black short gown, Revealing my cleavages, I walked out of the room and met Hayden waiting there for me. He's dressed in his normal dressing code, A ripped jean, Expensive top and jacket on it with a cross bag too, He looks quite hot tonight. His eyes scanned my body immediately I got to where he's and smiled at me.

They are blinded by emotions that I had successfully kept away from me. If humans were made from a color. Maybe wine which was a darker shade of red itself, then I was made from an even darker shade and the darkness that I had embraced for years had now become a part of me that would never fade. I was dark… I was Black… in fact. “You seem as pale as a half-dead to me, Ama. I can't even see that dark shade of red and shouldn't that be noticeable since you claim to be so dark-”

Arya please stop crying or am gonna cry too," Christie said using her thumb to clean her tears. How about Ronald, have you told him about it? Josh asked. No, but I think he's feeling more than I do, it's almost impossible for him to hide it even when our parents are present, guys this is really bad because it isn't just a normal attraction, this is deeply erotic, dark feelings, sexual cravings, I have wet dreams about him all the time, i get wet at little contact with him, I always imagine how it feels to have him inside of me and..... Ewww, stop, just stop already Arya, it's making me wanna puke right now no offence though, but this is really bad, it's incest, I can't believe this is happen

Vlad leaned back and closed his eyes with a sigh. "People will say Darkness but she was the first light of my life..." Vera couldn't understand what is he trying to say.

He was the light I never thought I needed. “Everything I do with you is real. It started with us making out, but with time, being with you became a habit for me. One that I can not live without. Life without you will be meaningless Adrian. You're the one who brings light to my darkness, who soothes my soul, and who makes me feel alive.” He is the light I never thought I needed. This is why he will always be my solnyshko. My sunshine, my light.

Finally, I start typing. ObsidianShade: You’re wrong if you think the darkness can be worn like a costume. It consumes you. It’s not about being sweet or light—it’s about being willing to burn everything inside you to ashes. Think you’re ready for that? If you want to shadow me, fine. But you’ll follow my rules. First, prove you can follow orders. Click the link below. It expires in two minutes. Enter the city where you live and nothing else. We’ll talk directly. I don’t work through forums.

I could feel Astari's reluctance in not wanting me to go further. “What is it, Astari?” I said to her, “Velkrin!” She yelled. “Impossible, Astari,” I replied to her. “Velkrins cannot be inside the castle.” Velkrins are ancient and dark beings without form. They are like shadows, consuming the souls of people, turning them into dead skeletons. What was peculiar about them was that they were controlled by vampires, wolves' natural rivals. So, wherever one was found, a vampire was close by.

“No. Fully dark colors would make readers assume it’s a tragedy steeped entirely in darkness. Your book isn’t only about wounds. There’s hope.” I swallowed, startled. “You read the synopsis?” “I read everything before accepting a project,” he replied firmly. I opened one of the catalogs and stopped at a page. A palette of grayish blue, with a faint touch of pale cream in one corner. Soft, yet still carrying a cool undertone. “This,” I said quietly. “This feels right.” Rudolf stepped closer. Not too close, but close enough to see clearly. “This is good. It leaves room to show the main character’s fragility without weakening her.”