Dark Impulses Novels & Stories

I instantly bit my lips because of the sudden pleasure, but his expert hands were doing their work properly, I couldn't help but moan in such unbearable pleasure. Oh goodness, does such elated rapture exist? Then I felt his hardness poking on my belly, steel-hard and ready. I trembled like a child, he was so enormous. But he was not yet satisfied with just giving me punishing kisses and rough massage, he wants to unveil to me how dangerous he is, and what kind of decision I have gotten myself into. "Prepare yourself, Justine Elle, this is your punishment for being this naughty"

he doesn’t even understand what the girl’s shouting but she seems like a witch –chanting her evil spell “Don’t just stand! Fight!” he urges his team as the undead still multiplying like crazy “A –are you su –sure about this Alfonso? They outnumbered us!” cowardly hiding in the corner, some people did not help them and just settled themselves in the dark “Choose people! Fight them or die here? That’s the only thing that we can do” Alfonso shouted and the cowards still crept in the dark “wa –what’s this?” “Ahk!” it’s a great mistake to hid and cover up in the darkness because where there’s a dark the shadows/soul is more dominant

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.

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.

Maybe it was a bad habit that I couldn't quit, but the faintest hint of colors sparked my inclination and I went searching for more. Beams of red showing his energy and strength—typical for a Dhampir—were highlighted by rays of orange. Self-control, ambition, courage, all unsurprising but impressive nonetheless. A couple oddities that did stand out though were the indigo streaks showing his highly-intuitive nature and finally, the cloud of gray creating a haze over them all. Depression, exhaustion, skepticism. Also not entirely uncommon for Dhampir, especially those who had fought in battle. It was inevitable that someone who had seen such chaos and gore would feel grief and distress, but it

The dim glow of the nightlight in the corner of the classified apartment exposed a harrowing tableau: Darren’s black shirt had been torn open at the chest, revealing taut, vascular muscles, while his hawk-like eyes were completely bloodshot, drowned in a primal fog of lust that had annihilated the remaining shards of his sanity. Darren offered no verbal response to the screams. His hearing had gone entirely deaf, drowned out by the thundering roar of his own heartbeat, which was hammering far past its normal threshold due to the high-potency aphrodisiac fed to him by Clarissa. The hellish, internal fire was systematically flaying his nervous system, demanding an instinctual, raw physical rel

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 watched Damian’s face carefully, expecting to see a flicker of annoyance, perhaps a shadow of concern that my toxic ex-husband might bring unwanted public scandal to his multi-billion-dollar empire. Instead, a slow, terrifying smile crept onto Damian Blackwood’s face. It wasn't a smile of warmth or amusement. It was the dark, predatory curve of a apex hunter who had just been handed permission to destroy his prey. His icy eyes flared with a lethal, blinding light that made my breath catch entirely in my chest. He took one slow, deliberate step back into my personal space, towering over me, his shadow wrapping around me like a velvet blanket. “If he thinks he can stop this,” Damian murmured