Novel & Cerita Dark Love By Penglowy

" I heard the voice whispered in my ear, a promise that made my soul yearn to reach, that made me fall to my knees, taking a deep breath as tears streamed down my face. It was so easy, so easy to give up. To never feel that pain again and to give up this rage that consumes me. All I had to do was curl up in this darkness and make it my blanket, my protection, my shield. "I'm tired..." My voice is a whisper and when I finally realize that that darkness is going to take me I am pulled out. Dylan POV

Darkness chuckled. “You are so small my little white.” He kissed her hand. “So small that I could break you.” his deep voice vibrated from his chest, sending tingles straight to her already wet clit. Her nipple pressed against her thin shirt, whimpers escaped her lips as Darkness brushed his hand against her nipples, over and over again. “You are such needy whore White.” “ White?”

Aerian screeched. It was so damn dark where she was it was almost impossible to see her. Even with my wolf vision I could just barely make her out. The only part of her that was easily seen were her eyes. They were glowing brightly. There were three dead wolves lying in front of her. The others were standing there snarling at her as she stood over Benny’s unmoving form. I let out a growl as more wolves descended on us. I heard someone yell at me. As I looked over my shoulder, I saw a wolf lunging towards me. Before it could land on my back a stream of the brightest light, I had ever seen hit it. The wolf flew several feet way hitting a tree. When I looked at the wolf it was burnt to a crisp.

’’ Lucas was about to ask another question where the lady came in, saying ‘’Sorry to disturb ma'am, there is a man at the counter saying he is your husband, should I send him in? ‘’Umm sure, thank you’’, I replied. Wasn't he supposed to be at his office? ‘’Well I guess someone is not too busy after all and definitely not spending time with his girlfriend’’, Lucas said. The door opened again but this time, Rowan came through the door, wearing his dark suit and sunglasses. He looked hot but I wish he was mine, truly mine but that would stay a dream. ‘’Did you find the perfect cake yet?’’, I think he saw me drooling over him.

The moonlight bathed the playground of wolves in a silvery glow, casting long shadows across the glistening grass. Inside the secluded tent, Everleigh’s world was reduced to the wolf before her—Dark, her mate, her everything. His body, powerful and unyielding, moved against hers, their connection an exquisite symphony of need and love. His arousal stirred to life inside her, swelling, shifting, sending electrifying waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She gasped, her head falling back as her senses lit up, every nerve attuned to the intensity of his presence.

He was sobbing now—deep, soul-wrenching sounds that shook his entire frame. "I have tried to kill myself," he confessed into the fabric. "In Life Six, I jumped from this very balcony before the sun set. In Life Eight, I took a blade to my own heart. But the Darkness won't let me die. It just resets the world and puts you back in my path. It wants you, Elowen. It uses my love for you as a doorway." I stood there, stunned. For nine lives, I had hated him in secret. I had feared him as a cold-blooded killer. But he was just as much a prisoner as I was. We were two ghosts haunted by the same demon.

“Do you have any idea? You’re an artwork, Iris. The kind painters ruin their lives trying to capture. That curve of your jaw... the sheer, stupid defiance in your eyes. It’s intoxicating.” A wave of nausea hit me. “You’re a fucking pervert,” I snapped. He didn't flinch. He just leaned in closer, his shadow falling over me like a shroud. “I’m going to punish you in ways your small mind can’t even begin to imagine,” he whispered, his breath warm against my ear. “You’re going to beg, Iris. You tried to drag me into the light, but you forgot one thing — this city thrives in the dark. And I am the darkness.”

he growled, his voice deep with desire. Andrew, the one with the dark eyes, watched with a smirk, his hand stroking his own erection. “She’s a good little slut, isn’t she?” he commented, his eyes glinting with lust. Camila moaned around Lopez’s cock, the sound vibrating through him. Van’s hands moved to her ass, his fingers tracing the curve of her cheeks before sliding between her legs. She gasped as he found her clit, his fingers rubbing and circling, sending jolts of pleasure through her body.

The one who could burn him alive and kiss the wound better. You stuck through the silence, the pain, the almosts, and the push-pulls. And when I was on the edge of giving up, you were the reason I didn’t. So here I am. Still writing. Still pushing. Still pouring my soul into every word because you deserve that. Dark romance isn’t everyone’s thing. But if it’s yours, then you get it. You get how love can be painful and beautiful. How obsession can look like devotion. How the line between “I need you” and “I might destroy you” can be so, so thin.

And when you close this final page, I hope you remember what Liora did beneath the Blood Moon: That even in your darkest night, You are both flame and shadow — And that balance is your beauty . With love and light, — Nkechi Ngozi Ekeh Author’s Note By Nkechi Ngozi Ekeh When I began writing The Rejected Blood Moon, I wanted to tell a story about love — not the kind that shines only when it’s easy, but the kind that burns through pain, loss, rejection, and still dares to rise again.