Dark Impulses 소설 & 이야기

Every nerve is lit, buzzing, dragging me toward something dangerous I shouldn’t want. What is this? Why him? I cannot get past the fact that Damien is something I cannot even explain, something beyond reason or control. Every time I face him, I feel it—that darkness radiating from him, strong and raw, crashing against me in waves until it drowns out everything else. I try to fight it, to push it back, to hold my ground, but God help me, it is always stronger.

"Perhaps this will also allow you to strengthen your Spirit. I don't know what effect this will have on the Darkness, but perhaps we will all share it and the effects won't be as harsh as they are with me." "What Darkness?" Dimitri asked straightening up. "You didn't tell him?" Lissa asked shocked. "No. I've been a little busy, and I don't really think about it that much," I said shrugging. "What Darkness?" Dimitri repeated his question. "When Lissa uses her power, she created Darkness. It's a harmful side effect of Spirit. If Lissa hangs on to it, it'll drive her mad. As a part of being a True Hybrid, I have the ability to control some elements. My Spirit element manifests itself in a helpf

That fucking diamond pattern from your cubicle, unmistakable, like a dirty little secret laid bare. Your mind spins, lust twisting into something darker. Could it be Sabrina? The thought’s a blade, sharp and hot, slicing through you. The idea that the goddess from the office, with her angelic smile and fuck-me eyes, could be this filthy little exhibitionist—it’s too much. You’re rock-hard, imagining her spread open in that cubicle, touching herself while you’re just feet away, clueless. Who the hell is Kat18, and how deep does this rabbit hole go? ****************

Chapter 3: Sinful Desire The only source of light in Ana's dark room was the moon lamp shade beside her bed. Ana was staring at the ceiling, touching her lips as she remembered how soft and sweet Dominic's lips tasted, especially when he kissed her back. The scene kept replaying in her mind, along with the memory of him grabbing her hips to pull her closer and rub against her. She couldn't forget the feeling of his half-erect shaft rubbing underneath her. It was not fully awake yet, but it felt so long and huge under her clothed lips.

I said. Immediately, one of the men yanked my hair back and punched me across the face. Blood dripped from my lips. “I’ve been watching you from the shadows, Ethan. You have no idea what kind of game you’re trying to play with the Blackwoods. Watch your back while you still can,” Caspian warned calmly. The calmness in his voice made my stomach churn. It confirmed what I already suspected—the Blackwoods were far worse than they appeared. “I’m not sleeping with Marlene. If I were, I wouldn’t hide it,” I said. His eyes darkened.

The incompetent barista was the last person she had expected to see and, after his bungling introduction, he was also the last person she perhaps wanted to see. Her hand fluttered to her lips as she nervously chewed her thumbnail, something she hadn't done since she was a child scared of the darkness. "H-hey!" Her voice cracked as she called out "over here! Will you be a gentleman and help me out this time?" She froze as the dark, expressionless eyes lifted. In the light that shone from the bloody wash and the glare from about they flashed in a malevolent combination of black and crimson. Unlike the man she had met before this was someone else, a man ruled by his impulses, by his ego, by suc

I freeze, feeling the darkness in my head multiply as I hold his furious stare; “you don’t know anything…” “Oh, yes I do.” He growls, pressing closer, bringing us chest to chest, nose-to-nose. “And I’m asking you to hit me instead. Don’t consider the second option. Fucking hit me, Bhyron. I’m not complaining. I promise not to cry.” He’s teasing me but I shake my head, my fingers trembling wildly as I struggle to keep my pain and frustration inside. Duke should know by now that no matter how much he tries to warn me, the demonic darkness in my head must be fed. I crave to feed it. Otherwise, it’ll end up feeding on me.

Demons corrupt humans by tapping into their minds, finding their deepest desires and translate it into sinful acts. Tears continued to flow on the human’s face. Damien grinned, Chris’ miserable state proves him how worth his five years of wait. Chris watched how the demon’s appearance changed before his eyes. The black fog that always surrounds the demon is as if being absorbed back to its body. Chris is too pre-occupied to be even amazed but he must admit to himself that he is curious with what is happening. It continued until the black fog finally reveals a man with strong features. Chris first noticed the demon’s eyes which are very dark, much like the fog that previously surrounds him.

I'd love to make their life worse than hell. Aurora is mine and only I have a right to touch her, hurt her, make her cry and own her smile, although I doubt that she will ever smile because of me or for me until I force it out of her. She has awakened the monster which I never knew existed in me, her innocence makes me want to consume her soul and I will. I am no light but the darkness itself, and she will be consumed by darkness. "We need you tonight..." Mikhail declared, crashing my thoughts to see my Angel tonight.

They matched the size of the unknown. Godric held his chest. He had the feeling that the darkness would overwhelm him. He couldn't explain how this darkness could be so powerful that it touched even a ghost. The aura of the unknown was so powerful and haunting that Godric took a step back and dropped to his knees. The darkness seemed to weigh on his shoulders, trying to crush him. It wasn't just the young priest who felt like this, the other monks also seemed to have succumbed to this powerful aura. Amon held onto his staff and tried to defy the force, even if it was almost hopeless. "Don't let up!" He kept shouting encouragingly.