Dark Love Artwork Novels & Stories

He did that cruelly and pounded her from behind and kept doing it until he found his release and between that, he made her come at least five times. More than anything, he loved her seeing this exhausted. Like spilt wine upon a white canvas, mixtures of different painting colours, she was no less than an evening sky which contained two colours — shades of orange and blue mixed together — filled with numerous stars. She was art. Art created by him. He messed her up, ruined her in a most beautiful way, and made love to her until their bones melted. He carved her mind with such wild memories. His hands travelled her body. From the beginning to the end, from the places that she could not from th

I stood up, didn't even look at him in the eyes because it was dark. “Amore nel buio.” He whispered. I turned to him he was already behind me. “Huh?” “Let's make love in the dark.” He suggested. As he leaned to my face. Before our lips touched again, I managed to get out an, "Only for tonight. Right?” He didn't have to say it back, though. He returned the words in the kiss. His hands trailed under the shirt I was wearing and rubbed my bare waist. I smiled under the kiss, hating how ticklish I was, but he ran his hands along my stomach relaxing me.

"His eyes are as beautiful as the blue sea, and his face so captivating to innocence. Within his outer heart you cannot see, but deep in his arms are incisions you can read. A golden phoenix that burns itself again to live, such is the future he envisaged to be in. Stroked across with dark brushes of burnt like a wolf crest, to show that even if he left his identity all would still be evident." And exactly in those rhymes that Hama had read to her only once, she could relive the sight of the picture over and over in her head. The diagram on Arturo's arm was the same. The color of his eyes now lingered in her head too, that it could slightly match the color of hers. And the shock of it ever b

He was standing far far away from the group so he was obviously not a part of us, he was looking down all along but as he lifted his head, I saw a his eyes turn deep red before he disappeared completely leaving me shivering against Lucas's body. ¶•¶•¶•¶

Paralyzed, he falls to the ground drooling from his mouth which spills between the cracks of the floor. Salavanta gets up from the old, ragged bed and stretches her naked body with the gun still in hand. The way she is built is that of a goddess covered in ink like a black and white canvas masterly painted to resemble the portrait of divinity, rage, and absolution. Her back is a full ink carving itched within her skin. The image of such depicts a silhouette of a reaper but instead of bones and a skull, the shadow embraces a trunk from a squid with dark looming eyes. The tentacles from the sea creature wrap around a rotting, wooden scythe. Down at the base of the ink and along her ridged lowe

"Sir Ivan, would you like this present?" Ivan pursed his lips, this girl is very attractively dressed, the red color on her body seems to burn the delicate white skin, the face is extremely beautiful like a powerful red rose, men must look at it. fall in love with this beauty. But Ivan was the exception, he was not only displeased but disgusted. Ivan brushed past the perfumed girl, then spoke. “There is no need, you can keep it and use it. I came back earlier.” The man trembled, did he offend Ivan again, why is he so cold.

This room is really only filled with portraits of Rania. There was no way Daniel would paint some random woman over and over again. Somehow, through this paint, Morana could see how much Daniel loved the girl. Perhaps it wouldn't be an exaggeration for Morana to call this place as a Rania hall. Because it looks like this place is dedicated to his memory of his lost love. “Beautiful…” Morana praised when she stopped at one of the sketches while Rania was yawning. She looked so young and in Daniel’s memory, she would always that young, she would never grow old.

As far as I know we are only forbidden to reveal our identity to them, thus I only show myself in disguise. I watched him sleep and every time he is trying to do something bad I try to kill the evil around him. The things are, there are too many evil around him. They love to feed on the bitterness that Harold has in the life he’d been with. The more he harbors it in his heart the stronger they become. We call them Eater, because they only grow when something unholy comes out of the man’s heart. They grow as human desire evil thoughts and even hide anger, lust or any of its kind. Whatever things that are not from the Lord the Eaters were being fed off.

A type of coldness that is burning hot. “WHEN EVERYTHING FALLS BECAUSE OF LOVE.” Words and the voice that Daniela knew and could never be wrong as to who it was. But before she could say a word or even move a muscle. In a split second and once more, everything turns into darkness. But this time she isn’t in the same void as before. A dark void that scent like a mixture of burning flesh and blooming flower. An indication that the owner is in between light and darkness. “You are finally here, Daniela.”

He especially hated anyone that possessed magic, which after hearing Savannah’s story made sense. “Savannah did Angus ever reject your mother?” I asked. “No, but when my mother found out that he had taken a chosen mate, even if it was against the poor womans will she was able to reject him since he betrayed their fated bond. Dark elves, unlike the light elves, cannot reject their mate. They can accept a rejection but that is it, however if the bond is betrayed by their mate, then since it is already partially broken, they can be the one to reject their mate. Angus knew my mother was not able to reject him, but he had no idea that she could if he betrayed their bond.” Savannah explained.