Dark Heart Novel By Sumiya Baloch นิยาย & เรื่องราว

" There were dried spots of teardrops on the page. I subconsciously glanced towards her. I don't know why but I felt a string of pain in my heart. I knew it earlier that I can't make any one happy cause I... I'm staying in darkness myself. I've forgotten the taste of happiness myself. So how could I make anyone else happy? I knew it way before. But today, the same reality is making me feel some kind of pain that I've never felt before. ............................................................ Would Justin forever have the guilt in him?

I love you all for reading it and supporting it continuously. This book would not be here without certain people in my life. and I would like to take a moment and appreciate Thier efforts as well. Saamia Shabbir, one of my best friends who supported me throughout this journey. Her nickname is Amy, so you can see where that character came from. She even helped me with the making of few big plots in the novel. She is the best part of my life to be honest. Saamia, this is all because of you.

he declared. I stopped walking… and breathing. “How? I didn’t even give you the tittle of my story…” “A criminal novel, “Inside the Devil’s Mind”, by Anako… Not too creative nickname. Guessing on your reaction I was right, it is your story.” He got closer to me and looked straight into my eyes. “I like the main character, that Troy… You could say we have few things in common,” he used his usual, devilish smirk. I took a deep breath and tried to remain calm but it was impossible, my face was already turning red.

Ivy comes toward me and makes me look at her by taking my hand. “Can't you save her for me? These words are not yours. This is not you, Belle. This is your hatred that is speaking. Don’t let the darkness win over your good side. You are a person with a pure heart, not an evil one”. Ivy says to me. She is right! I was never like this. What has happened to me? I never wished for someone’s death but now I am not ready to save Esme. I should not let the darkness win over my good side.

This is not a happy starting either. This is the story of Dua, a 19 yrs old girl. Dua is the hero of this story. The whole plotline revolves around her. My first book is completely based on a woman and her dark world. Now Dua is dead. Arin is alone, living in the Memories of her. I know the ending sucked but you guys better wait for the Bonus chapter. .. .. Thank you ShineeSunshine ❤️

The shard slipped from my fingers and clattered to the floor. “You don’t get to win this,” he murmured, his face inches from mine. “You don’t get to escape me.” The air between us felt thick, charged with something I didn’t want to name. His eyes locked onto mine, and I hated the way my pulse raced, the way his grip felt strong and unyielding. “You think you’re so clever,” he continued, his voice a dark whisper. “But you’re just a scared little girl playing games.” “And you’re a monster,” I snapped back, struggling against him.

PROLOGUE Tahimik na nakaupo sa isang sulok ng bar counter ang dalaga habang sumisim-sim sa hawak nitong inumin. Marami ang nakatingin sa direksyon ng dalaga dahil sa kagandahang taglay nito. Nakalugay ang mahabang auburn wavy brown hair nito na bumagay sa porselanang balat nito. Natural na mapupulang labi at maliit na matangos na ilong na bumagay sa heart shape na mukha ng dalaga. Her brown hazel eyes looks so beautiful yet emotionless.

And here I was, folding in. I dropped myself on the bed next to her. Feeling utterly disappointed. I placed both my hands on my abdomen, staring up at the white ceiling. There was that mosquito again, hovering above us. All my life I had only looked out for myself. Cared for myself. I had never felt attachment to anybody the way I felt today. I mean, how many times have people told me that I don't have a heart? Or that I have a heart of stone? Women, my father and even Artha at one point. But today, Preetah made me question that. For the first time in a long time, it felt like my heart may just not be fully dead. Perhaps there was a tiny part of it, still able to feel.

Alexander Pov I started walking with a huge pain in My Heart into the Jungle. Even though The Mysterious Event has kept me in thoughts, still the thought of Darcy and how badly I was betrayed ia Killing me. Like any other Victim, I too don't want to think about Things that gives me but I Am not able to Control My Thoughts. It is as if My Mind is not even in My Control. There is something that is craving to Kill Darcy. Recently the craving has increased to an another level. Don't know why I don't feel Good. I feel Restless and something in me is asking me to go in search of Susparia. That One girl who was in extreme Pain and was troubled. I kept receiving same Kind of hints asking me to go to

I immediately answered the phone. "Yes, sir." "Keep a muzzle on your girlfriend. I don't like what she's doing to mine." His tone was cold and deadly. It scared me. Then again, he always scared me. I was terrified of Adam. He was so violent, ruthless, cold-hearted, and bloodthirsty. What disturbed me the most was how he carried himself with great composure and professionalism while around others. He was a real-life version of American Psycho. You never would have thought he had a side that was so dark. I was amazed by how loving he was to Daphnie. That was a completely different side of him I never thought existed. The only downside was that he became even more brutal than he already was whe