Novel & Cerita Dark Heart Novel By Sumiya Baloch

****** ~NEXT GENERATION BOOKS OF MISTRESS~ HIS VICIOUS LOVE – A tale of dark obsession Aadhvik Richand - Sahita “Call me fucking obsessive bastard but that’s I am for you, my sweet little love.” “Your love for me is insane and my heart is too fragile to match its intensity." HIS WIFE - A shackle for her Adrika Raichand – Ridmay Aahuja “I have seen my whole life that love is nothing but pain and suffering and you have proved it by breaking my heart. Marrying you was my biggest mistake, I will correct it by shooting a bullet in the middle of your head, you fucking bastard.”

_______________ **BLURB** Book 1] CRIMSON : 'Il Velo di MINE' {The Veil of Mine} from MAFIA DARK ROMANCE MINE series He lowered his head, his pupils burning like an ignited flame. "Maybe you think you can escape from me... BUT YOU CAN'T GET AWAY FROM ME", He whispered softly in her ears, causing her to shiver under his gaze. He was her WARMTH. She was his PEACE. but everything was not this simple at all. *** Zafira Wilder, a 30-year-old divorcee, thought she had escaped the shadows of her past, but her world is about to be shattered.

Shards rained down like a deadly confetti, and I stumbled back , my groceries falling to the ground. People screamed, a few ran towards the scene and others away from it. My heart pounded in my chest as I stood frozen, staring at the crumpled body lying across the shattered roof of a car. Blood pooled quickly, a dark glistening mass that reflected the street lights like a crimson mirror. For a moment the world seems to hold its breath. Then as if on cue, the chaos resumed — screaming, running, the sound of sirens in the distance. I couldn't move, All I could do was stare and wonder what kind of darkness lay behind the luxury and beauty of that towering hotel.

Chapter Eleven – Dreams That Burn Caelum’s POV It was the kind of dream that left a man hard, sweating, and guilty all at once. I was inside her. Ardyn. Bent over the marble counter in my private bathroom, water misting from the still-running shower, her palms flat, her body trembling, her breath sharp and broken like she was drowning in me. I was buried so deep I forgot my own name, only the sound of hers clawing at my throat like a sin I couldn’t confess.

"You need to live, Natalie, to really feel what you feel for me without the drugs." I got it then. He did not want me to just give in; he wanted my heart, my real feelings. However, he did not understand that my heart had died a long time ago, back when the Davis family took my parents from me. Sure, that new drug kept me cool, and it took the edge off the pain. However, it was just the edge. The deep, wrenching pain that made me wish for death was fading, yet the sharp stabs in my bones were as cruel as ever.

Here is a sneak peek of what to expect in BOOK TWO, HERAT OF THE HEARTLESS. Eros and Cassandra battled with mistrust from their past, an unexpected new enemy arose, and new complications threatened to push them apart. Will they find their way back to love and fight this enemy or will the forces of these complications push them apart? Find out in Book 2 of the Heartless series.

Sometimes Morana was afraid of what she could do, or what she couldn't stop. Even though Morana's life was full of hatred and regret, the face of death was still terrifying. Time passed, and slowly the noise around Morana became only the faint background sound behind her fading consciousness. Morana felt her body getting lighter like cotton, like dry leaves blown by the wind in the dry season. As Morana completely surrendered to the darkness enveloping her body, she felt that emptiness once more. It was as if he no longer stepped on the earth. # # #

Silvia hissed in an irate manner and left. “I don't know why Denver cherish this piece of Sh*t. I personally hate it when people use someone as a ladder only to satisfy their selfish desires. Silvia is one of them. Denver is an intelligent man, I wish he too could see the real face of her… soon.” Alessia blabbered while gazing at Silvia clamouring her heels over the polished floors. My mind kept loitering over the needless findings and spill of words by the devil. Between me trying to reason them and console myself the dusk arrived. Without more commotions, I headed back to my apartment.

He was reading my every move. Ignoring his stares, I fixed my gaze on the wall to tell him everything about my dark past which has now become a nightmare for me and I am not able to run away from it no matter how hard I try! ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ Third Person's POV "It was just a slap, one slap that opened the door of hell for me" Nikki sniffed and Xaphan's body stiffened at her words. Not only her appearance but her past too was reminding him of Elena because it was one slap from Elena that created the whole story.

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