Dark Love Aesthetic Wallpaper Novels & Stories

her beautiful and delicate voice pulled the Alpha from his head, and he looked at her. Azalea stepped forward when she saw it was Maverick again. She reached up for his face, but he stepped back, not allowing her to touch him. “I can't be with you. I can't be your mate. There's something dark inside me. So dark that I can never let you see. I'm darkness and your light. The two don't mix. That's why I can never be with you,” Maverick said as he took another step backward. Azalea reached out when she saw he was ready to turn and walk away again.

Her lips were painted a bright, red color making her high cheekbone and pointy noise to stand out over her flawless, sun-kissed skin. “I heard you were a hero last night,” Dominic pointed his glass my way, his fingers never stopped their work. How come he still didn’t cut himself? “I did what I had to do,” I murmured but loud enough for them to hear. My earlier positive vibes suddenly threw themselves out of the window as Miss Jealousy walked inside the room confidently making her appearance known. They’re that comfortable to let her sit that close? It made my skin itch weirdly. Veleno checked the watch on her hand then plopped down with a click. She was definitely wearing heels.

“They know they don’t have enough power for that. Dragons could be the right hand to Viktor though. Taking anything they like from this world.” “Why are people so annoying?” I huffed as we enter his bedroom. It was much darker than mine, with black satin sheets and light grey walls. “Definitely a vampire.” I commented looking around. “Do you not like my room?” He grabbed my waist and pulled me to him, my favorite place. “I do, just not as my room.” I smiled to him. “No flowers or bright yellow crap.” “I might be able to handle that, but no black. Who has black in their bedroom.”

Really, I have done a lot of bad thing and was never a saint but everyone I'd fuck up totally deserved it. Alpha Darwin's bedroom was even more depressing than the living rooms. They were all black walls and paintings; furniture and ceilings. It did not look like it was made for a person. If I had missed my way here, I could've speculated a demon lived in it. I wondered how he slept in here... in a room that was nothing but dark. It was intensely dark and really depressing. And the paintings on the wall, they had no signature so I figured out he had done some handwork to communicate how dark his mind was. There was a dark heart, pierced all over and splashed with different colors. Right over

There was something comforting about seeing those shiny black walls in the morning and the milky white ceilings. I loved it. If it was the old Yara, that bubbly girly girl, she would have changed the room to pink and white but compared to the current Yara? The Ninety-two-year-old soul, moulded by pain, betrayal, and bitterness? She preferred something dull, something less shouting. Something dark, maybe to match the darkness in her soul? in her heart, maybe? And Bryce Hurt? He seemed to have it all. He seemed to have everything that I was craving. He had the light and the darkness, too, just like the black and white themed bedroom.

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The peaceful afternoon gave him a false impression that he was living the best time of his life. An urge overcame him, and he took out his phone. He secretly took a picture of her without knowing the reason himself. The angle of the picture was perfect, and it looked as beautiful as a painting. Zoey’s hair cascaded over her back, and although only half of her face showed in the picture, she already looked very pretty. The tip of her nose was slightly red, and her smooth skin was flushed from the sunlight. She was biting her lip, and he couldn’t guess what she was dreaming about.

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.

Ajay is right on one thing, these men are shameless disrespectful sex maniacs! Averting my gaze from the emotional torture brought about by that scenery, I ricochet my distress around the corners of this black-painted hall. Black-representing the dark sins taking place here. The evil roaming in this whole place. No other colour would have fitted these walls better. The red lanterns on the walls are doing enough justice in illuminating the black-painted hall. Good combination - red and black. Evil and danger. Cold and deep.

I said, now stopping at my pace as I dragged the duvet above my breasts, my eyes darting back and forth. "Do not thank you. I owe you that much having been the one who kept you up all night." He said the last syllables in a low tone. I chuckled moving further to have a good look at the wallpaper he used in designing his private room. It showed two dragons, white and black as they fought themselves, their open mouths full of burning red flames.