Romans & histoires Dark Impulses

My eyes widen to see Damian at the door with hunched shoulders and a blank face. I recover in seconds. “And what will you do about that?” I tip my chin haughtily at him in a challenge. “Leave.” He growls to Alice. She complies immediately, pulling the strange girl along who struggles against her hold at first. Damian's expression sets her straight. Soon, we are alone. He stalks towards me, his expression hardened to rock and his jaw grinding. “You think I'm an impulsive man, Malyutka?” I don't know what the hell Malyutka means but I nod to concur. “In fact, I don't think. I know it for a fact that you're are a rabid man on the loose, driven by instincts and not common sense. How you like tha

Blake's sobs soon followed at the sight of nothingness, darkness and that one hole on the ceiling. "L-luca, p-please. Get me o-out of here, p-please." Sobbed Blake in despair, his lips quivering in fear. The shivers didn't stop to crawl on his skin, as the thought of not getting out there forever started to eat his soul. He crawled backwards until a cold wall hit his back, as the sound of chains echoed around the dark room.

I leave a kiss on her shoulder and I feel how she shudders, having her so close I see the small cut on her lip, shit I hurt her when I hit her, but I get desperate and pissed off that they don't obey me and she has to learn that disobeying me is he pays with death or in his case with punishments. I get out of bed and walk to the inn to see the outside of the house I am in, it is one of the houses that I have in my name, I remember the meeting with Dark and an excessive hatred is revealed in my chest, son as a whore I'll have your head, that of your lapdog and that of the sniper bitch one of these days, a three for one, the plan is already being executed and I'm sure it will be a success beca

Oshey walked to the window and glanced at the tree. She had the impression the tree was looking back. "I can see why you and I share this insane attraction." Oshey peeked over her shoulder at him. After a heavy such she continued to explain what she had been seeing. "In my visions, I see you and me fighting about the death of our son. Then I see you and me fighting in a different place. Then, again it shifts, I'm in a dark room, and there is a faint green light, like the lumination from a neon sign. Cammie is with me, and she is scared of the darkness. I can barely see through the light, but I know there is someone else with us."

He's yet to sheath himself and he quickly pulls out. “Rypka…this is a dangerous path to tread in…” He says with a deep voice. I know what he means. I’m not sadistic. Never was. But that is a part of him. He thrives in pain but I don’t. Yet something within me needs this pain. Something within me wants to be appeased through pain. I might have deemed myself as light-years long but in the depth of the light is a tinge of darkness and right now, that dark side of me wants to surface. That dark side of me wants the pains only Dima can offer.

**In the Depths of Darkness** Esteria's consciousness drifted in a world of cold shadows, the icy tendrils of darkness tightening their grip around her soul. She could feel it, the malevolent force trying to consume her entirely, to drag her into an abyss from which there would be no return. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her strength ebbing away with each passing moment as the darkness clawed at her, relentless in its pursuit of her very essence. The void around her seemed alive, writhing with sinister intent. It whispered to her, voices that were neither human nor demon, echoing her deepest fears and regrets. *You are nothing...* they hissed. *You are weak... You will fail...*

I would dismantle their lives, strip away their facade of happiness, and expose them to the darkness that lay beneath. A sinister smile curled upon my lips, a chilling reflection of the darkness that had consumed me. The game was no longer a mere pursuit; it was a battle for their souls. Daniel and Jessica were unwitting participants in a twisted dance of retribution, and I, the orchestrator of their demise, would revel in their unraveling.

The image of her terrified face haunted me, a stark reminder of the darkness within. He had acted impulsively, lashing out at Carmen in a fit of anger and desperation. The memory of her terrified face haunted him, a constant reminder of the darkness that lurked within him. But it was the nightmares that plagued me most. Night after night, I was tormented by visions of Mira, my deceased ex-wife. Her ghostly figure loomed over me, her eyes accusing and filled with pain. I knew I needed help. My mental state was deteriorating rapidly, and I felt like I was losing control of my thoughts and emotions. It was time to see my doctor, to seek refuge in the drugs that had once brought me solace from m

Plunging us into total darkness. ******************************************

"I haven't been eating. My blood sugar must be low." Dark finally withdrew his hand, but he didn't move away. He sat on the edge of the sofa, looming over her. "I watched you during that video call. You were coherent. You were focused. Then, the moment I touched you, you collapsed. Are you that repulsed by me, Iza? Or is your body trying to tell me something your mouth is too stubborn to admit?" "I’m just tired, Dark. Please. Let me go to sleep." "No."