Dark Heart Novel By Sumiya Baloch Novels & Stories

Lucifer let out a low, menacing laugh, the sound reverberating in the room like the thunder before a storm. "You were never meant to be like them, Lucian. You have always been mine, whether you accept it or not. The darkness will always call to you. Remember, you tortured them and killed them most cruelly. How can you say you're not like me? Remember Lucas and Ben...?" Lucian's heart raced against his chest. A sudden surge of energy coursed through him as if the shadows were trying to drag him into their depths, pulling him away from everything he knew. He felt his strength waver, the force of the shadows overwhelming him, and his heart grew darker.

CHAPTER 31: FOGA PERICOLOSO (DANGEROUS FERVOR) ATTENTION: This chapter contains a dual POV of the main characters ZAHRA'S POV I settled on one of the lounge chairs in my apartment building's balcony, reading issues about celebrity scandals on my tablet. Just then, I heard footsteps coming towards me, stirring me up from where I had my head buried. It was Gotham, dressed in his usual attire, an all black suit with his wavy curled hair.

"You know, those days with you were the worst of my life. I wish I knew you were this wicked, Elena." Elena smirked. "You brought out the beast in me, love. They say, 'Don't underestimate darkness' allure; even pure hearts are drawn to it.'All thanks to you." Alan begged nervously, "Today's a happy day; don't ruin it. Let's reschedule. I'll meet you, give you whatever you want." Elena laughed, raising her hands. "What more could I ask for? Check the news, Alan. It'll clarify things."

I still helped keep them there. I killed a man when he tried to steal one of Cain's pets. I didn't realize until I killed him that he was the Omega's mate. The sound of that Omega's cry haunted me for a long time. There are other things, but those are the worst. Those are the things that I have hidden deep inside me and lock them away. Those are the things I try to never think about. That is my dark past, my darkness. If you walk away, I won't blame you. If you want to break the bond, I will start it so you can have a chance at a second chance mate,” Maverick said, looking out the window behind Azalea, unable to look at her. He was afraid of what he might see.

Hunter yelled, seeing me on the floor and Drystan leaning over me. "No!" I screamed as my bodyguard lurched at Drystan, but it was too late. Drystan was faster. The dark smoke wrapped around Hunter, and a second later, he fell to the ground, lifeless. I stopped breathing. My eyes drifted to Drystan's hand; it was soaked in blood. Then he smashed something he held in his hand, and I realized it was Hunter's heart…

The light from the curtain reached his face and I could see how innocent he looked when asleep despite how scary he looks with his tattoos and features. This is so wrong. What we did was wrong. Heartaches always start this way. It’s better to cut you off from my life as early as possible. You’re too kind for me. I slowly and carefully opened the door and quickly went out of his condo. I grabbed my bag from his couch before running out. I moved as fast as I could despite the pain. I felt a slight relief when I got inside the elevator and the door immediately shut. I leaned on the elevator and closed my eyes. I’m so tired I just wanna go to my bed and rest.

Her story unfolds in layers: through the haunting grip of her dreams, the unraveling of a once-promising engagement, and the magnetic pull of a man who exists both in her subconscious and in the shadows of her waking life. This book explores the power of instinct, the destruction that lies in deceit, and the healing that only truth, however painful,can bring. You may find pieces of yourself in Jacqueline. In her strength. In her silence. In the storm she learns to survive. This is a story about second chances, about trusting the unknown, and about the dangerous beauty of a love that finds you when you least expect it, and refuses to let go. With heart, [Dee-Jay] Jacqueline’s POV

Please note: This a dark romance story, it features dark content. Alissia POV I sit at my desk, staring blankly at the blinking cursor on my screen. It mocks me, as if it knows I have no idea where to start with my latest attempt. Dark romance. The genre I never thought I’d touch. But after bombing miserably in everything else—comedy, fantasy, sci-fi, even horror—I figured I’d give it a shot. How hard could it be to blend the raw, twisted emotions of a toxic relationship with an edge of danger? Apparently, harder than I thought.

The room held in the darkest parts of herself. She could make them out in the dark, an inky smoke–her fears, her weaknesses, her past. But why did she feel this overwhelming gloom? Someone sat with his head low to her. Ivy-green eyes softly humming in the dark. He took her hand in the warmth of his palms. “I'm sorry,” he said. “Please wake up” She felt him slowly let go. Her eyes snapped open. How was she in her bedroom?

Reading it felt like trespassing, like breaking into a sacred space I had no right to enter. But I was desperate. I opened to the first page. January 15th. Three years ago today, I met Blake at the winter solstice dance. He walked across the room like he owned it, and my wolf knew before I did.. He's my mate. I've never believed in fairy tales before, but maybe I was wrong. Maybe this is what fate feels like. I blinked hard and kept reading. March 3rd. I miss my sister. Mara the warrior, the one who was supposed to be Alpha someday. Love caused her death when she fell in love with Damon, she gave up her career to follow him. She trusted him completely and he stabbed her in the back.