Dark Love Artwork Novels & Stories

“Fantastic. You know, Higgins is such a prolific painter. You need to see the excellence in his well crafted images drawn from simple earth colors with precise strokes that mirror the true nature of art in its ...” “Amara, you’ve lost me but I’m glad you enjoyed your exhibition.” Amara laughed. “Fine. Night love.” “Night.” Inara went to her parent’s bedroom and helped herself cut out a dose of aspirin with which she took to her room and dumped on her table before showering, changing into a pair of pajamas and hitting the bed. She drew herself into the covers but could not sleep. It occurred to her that she should try talking to Cassy. Maybe the girl would reconsider hurting her with those pi

She could feel the heavy beat of his heart through the duvet and her limbs were melting. The thickness of his arousal was a blatant pleasure force he used to encourage her thighs even wider apart. When he raised his head, Electa found she was panting like a sprinter. His ridiculously dark eyes leaped with burning flames, his deep chest heaving, his teeth gleaming white in the darkness between his hot pulsing lips. “Tell me… Were there any other lovers, zoi mou?” Adrastos repeated the question. Electa looked at his face… into his eyes… Then her eyes fixed his mouth, wanting those lips back on her lips, needing them there…

She wipes her tears away and showed her blinding, sweet smile. "That's why I drew this! To show the love between two persons who are utterly opposite. The man was painted in black and red, to show his evil side. He has long claws, but he touches Agape with gentleness and carefulness. Eros is afraid to hurt Agape because he... because Eros... " she lost her words. She looked at her own work. She was hesitating to say what's on the tip of her tongue. We are waiting. I am waiting. I want to know. Because I know it's me. I know it was me.

Thalia caught herself on time, she didn't want to tell him that she was running from her demons so she spoke of what she thought could summarise her feelings but skipped the parts that she didn't want to convey "it's a reflection of how one wants to take a little peek of the dark truth but at the same time, what we don't know is that it's better to leave it as it is because every time truth is not all shiny as we think of it, maybe there is some reason behind why we look at the world like we do and the truth is better left alone" " I love it" after a short pause, Jonathan exclaimed. He too has earned a reputation because of his dark paintings and artefacts, " do you have any name for it ?" T

Seeing her look at me like that makes me feel she can see my dark, dead soul. A soul that can never be redeemed. A soul that has embraced darkness. Yet, I can’t stop the sexual, dark needs roaming through me. I want to fuck her so bad that she’ll only scream my name. I want my cock buried inside her that she’ll think of no man except me and only me. Dima Kozlov. I want this petite, porcelain creature for myself. Only for myself. Shit shit.

Author’s Note / Reader Warning: This story contains extremely explicit content, dark themes, non-consensual elements, drugging, stalking, kidnapping, heavy BDSM, blood play, and intense psychological manipulation. It is very dark and not for the faint of heart. Reader discretion is strongly advised. ****** Chapter 1 Velvet Obsession Ledger¥ She was sleeping again.

“Marry me.” I laughed, then went quiet. Reached into the nightstand drawer. Pulled out the small velvet box I’d been carrying for weeks. Her fork froze halfway to her mouth. I opened it. Diamond ring, simple, elegant, perfect for her. “Marlene Blackwood,” I said, voice steady even though my heart was pounding. “I’ve loved you through hell and back. Through secrets and loss and everything in between. You’re my peace. My home. My everything.” Tears filled her eyes.

She was like April sky, sunrise in her eyes Child of light, shining star, fire in her heart Brightest day, melting snow, breaking through the chill October and April He was like frozen sky in October night Darkest cloud, endless storm, raining from his heart Coldest moon, deepest blue, tearing down the spring October and April Like hate and love, worlds apart This fatal love was like poison Right from the start Like light and dark, worlds apart This fatal love was like poison Right from the start

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."

16 ~~~~ Darkness could smell her wetness, he could hear the arousal in her breath, the way her toes curled in expectation, the way she was giving way to him. Yet her lips remained sealed, unwilling to accept that she had been wrong to run from him, that she had been wrong to have ever considered that option. From the moment Darkness laid his eyes on her, he didn't care if she was human or not, all she knew was that he wanted her and her alone.