Dark Love Artwork Novels & Stories

“It's not like that. It's not something you can get rid of. It's part of me; it's my other half. It's who and what I am. Don’t you see, I am the darkness! To get rid of it would be to get rid of me. I'm no good for you. I will only cause you pain and suffering. I am the darkness! I'm the monster everyone's afraid of. I'm the beast in the dark that children have nightmares of. I am the evil from the depths of hell and will only snuff out your light, little angel. You and I can never be together!” He said with a deep and rough voice. Smoke seeped from his body again, and a dark aura rose from his body like a shadow looming over her.

He delicately treated my hand like he was not the person who burnt it. I have to do something to escape from this obsessed person. His love towards me is so dark that it will cloud me and burn me . Yesterday, I witnessed his madness. I somehow thought that he is not a normal person but yesterday he gave me a reason to. In his madness , he killed an innocent. Viraj is dead because of him . " Not him , you are the reason he died ", my subconscious yelled at me. I will agree with it. If only I didn't get his help. If only I didn't make Viraj my friend then he must be alive and live his life peacefully with his mother.

Pretty lies instead of the ugly truth staring them in the face. Cole tilts his head, studying the painting again. Something shifts in his expression—curiosity mixed with something darker. "So what do you see?" My jaw flexes. Heat crawls up my spine just thinking about it. "Obsession," I say. "That sick, beautiful addiction where you'd rather suffocate than let go. They're smiling while the ropes cut deeper. That's not love—that's needing someone so fucking bad you don't care if it destroys you both."

Warning: Explicit sexual content, group sex, extremely rough sex, BDSM elements, consensual intense experience. 18+ only. All characters are adults. "OH GOD! OH FUCK! DAMIEN!" Serah's scream echoed through the penthouse suite, raw and primal, as Damien's massive cock hit a spot inside her that shouldn't exist.....a depth that defied anatomy, a place that made her see actual stars bursting behind her clenched eyelids.

Putri finally joined with Andros and Bila. Previously she had helped Andros and Bila's side, not only that she had also helped long before they decided to fight. Naomi's death, the death of her partner—Putri herself was very confused. She realized that Naomi was not just a partner to him even before the battle began. And, when she saw the vampire die right before his eyes, it was completely impossible to tell how it felt. Naomi has always been cold, she looks like a shadow in the dark. Putri knows that a shadow like Naomi will not be seen in the dark at all, that is the reason why at the end of her life Naomi crossed the darkness and into a ray of light.

I turned away from him, my heart beating faster. How long would I be able to hold on? The truth was that, the darkness inside of me was growing stronger. I was worried that I wouldn't be able to hold on, much longer. I stared at Devon's drawing of me, awed. She was really a magnificent artist. My heart warmed when I saw what she'd written under it. 'My love, my beautiful soulmate- the centre of my world'. "Oh well, I'll definitely ask Devon to draw a photo of me shirtless" Luke said and I glared at him.

In the initial announcements, the organizers only mentioned the 5 most basic prizes, the potential prizes were not mentioned, could this award be added right away? But now that doesn't matter anymore. Tinh Ngoc carefully read every word on the information board, until seeing her name appear there, Tinh Ngoc thought she was dreaming. Turns out her passion has been recognized and paid off? Her work is called "darkness", on the whole the work is covered with a dark color. However, in that endless darkness, in that dark vicious circle, there is still a ray of light that carries a powerful force, illuminating the whole space. Those dark shadows represent her uncertainty and uncertainty when she r

I felt my face getting covered with goosebumps as he moved close to me, my heart itching to feel the taste of his lips on mine, my breath getting thicker at the moment and his warm breath hovering over my face, making my situation even worse. What is he doing to me. Why did I want to break every wall for him? “Have you ever loved someone, Dominic?” I breathed out and his eyes slips into darkness. “I have, and she never had any idea of it, she still doesn’t.” He said, as if he was speaking to me, like the words were meant for me. “Love is darkness Aurora, love is a storm, it’s a wildfire, and it gets worse if the person is in love with me, the way I love, it’s no fairytale, it’s pure darkness

Veins of black ink ran between them, connecting their skin in delicate lines that looked like roots or lightning. “I named this second piece balance,” Silver said. “Each man represents strength and surrender.” The third platform made my breath catch. A man lay on his back, eyes closed, completely still. Across his chest, stomach, thighs, every inch, someone had painted a night ocean: deep blues fading to black, tiny silver stars, swirling galaxies. A woman knelt beside him, naked except for sheer black gloves, slowly adding final touches with a fine brush. The brush moved over his skin so lightly he didn’t flinch, but I saw his stomach tense each time she neared his hips.

"It feels good, doesn't it, Sweetheart? To cum so hard you almost faint?" Zee could barely hear him, but his voice was driving her mad. The longer he spoke, the longer her orgasm rocked her. She had never experienced anything like this before. To climax after pain. It felt like he owned her body. Finally, she started to come down. Slowly, he untied her hands. He turned her around to face him. Then he removed the blindfold and all she could see was his brawny chest and as he moved over her, the angel wing tattoo by the side of his neck.