Novel & Cerita Dark Lover

"Haven't I treated you right all these years?" "Treated me right?" I locked eyes with him. "You turned my hands into weapons, filled my nights with nightmares, and made me a slave to those pills. You call that treating me right?" He growled, "I saved you! My old man wanted you gone, but I convinced him to let you be! Without me, you'd be six feet under!" I shot back, saying, "Well, maybe I'd prefer that." He let go of my hand and jerked back as if he had touched a hot stove. For just a second, I caught a glimpse of pain flickering across his face before it vanished behind his usual icy facade.

She stuttered, “Off… off the lights.” Laurence's fingertip stayed on her forehead for a long time as he looked at her knitted brows. “Aren't you afraid of the dark?” Zoey didn't want him to see her face when she was turned on. It was something she couldn't control. They were like the most intimate lovers in bed. She said a little breathily, “Switch it on again after we finish.” Laurence kissed her ear. It seemed like he liked her ear very much these days. He grunted hoarsely and switched off the light. Other than the faint light shining in through the curtains, the room was nearly pitch black.

The badness in him. The shadow of darkness that never left his soul. I brushed his hair, then traced his lips with my finger and said, “I love you to the core of my bones.” He smashed his lips on mine, his hands roaming my body. It drove me insane when this dangerous man, with all his evil aura and power, knelt before my thighs to please me. Fulfilling my darkest desires. I don’t think I’d ever love a sweet boy bringing flowers. He, Luca—the one my heart would always choose.

Then… he turned to Zara again. His smile returned. Wide. Sinister. Mocking. He stepped forward with the grace of a predator and leaned in close, his voice dripping with venomous sarcasm. “Well, Zara,” he said softly. “Are you enjoying tonight’s rare opera performance?” Zara choked on a sob. Her voice was gone. Her pride shattered. Her soul? Barely holding on. Damian tilted her chin up with two fingers. “You see,” he whispered, “you thought you were walking into a game of shadows. But darling… I am the darkness itself.”

This dark romance had reached its peak—a union of vengeance and love, where the true victor was the one who could bear the weight of their own sins. “I am yours, Leonard,” Dante whispered into the night wind. “And you are mine… in this beautiful hell.”

Susparia Pov I watched as the wolves stared at me with a smirk. Xavier has finally accepted Darcy as the Luna of this pack. This is the nightmare the wished for never to happen. I know they are upto something as Darcy allows them to do whatever they wants to with me. The feared the worst. May be they are going to beat me up for their satisfaction or may be they all are going to make me lick their dirty paws like they always did. I watched as the Luna of our pack came to me with an evil smirk on her face. The word Darcy suits her personality. She is way too dark and cruel. She always enjoyed hurting me and humiliating me.

His voice coming out very husky and unclear, the only thing I could make out from my sleep was ' only if you knew, love'. Only if I knew what? Then he stalked off. I cursed my poor eyesight disappointing me once again. The sleep was too beautiful to be sacrificed on some mystery guy and plus I felt lazy to get up. Yeah I know , lazy as always... ***************************** Damian's P.O.V

In this Dark World, I have no one, No family, No friends, No love, and No father. When my father heard about me, becoming a murderer. He collapsed on the ground, outside of the lock-up and never stood up. He is still sleeping in heaven, looking at me, praying for my safety with my mother. Your Honour! Lawyers! And court person, You all know that the Dark world has beasts, Monsters, Devils, Demons, and Hades but they are old now and only appear in fairytales. Do you know why? because Humans are worse than them.

I mark her neck like a claim. But even as I lose myself in her, the conflict rages inside me. I am destroying her carefully built world. I am the darkness she keeps letting in. And the most terrifying truth of all? I don’t want to stop. Because for the first time in my miserable life, this obsession feels like the only thing worth burning everything else for.

“No matter how hard I fuck you, it’s never hate. It’s need. It’s love. Twisted and dark as it is, it’s yours.” She shudders, melting her body into mine. “Damian…” she moans in a voice thick with sleep and lust. “Don’t stop. Please…” I don’t. Instead, I grind in deeper and roll my hips to brush her walls just right until her moans spill louder. I hold her tight against me, letting her leg stay hooked over mine. The position gives me direct access to her soul. “You feel that?” I whisper hoarsely. “That’s how I love you. Deep. dirty. Real. All and more for you, Liliana.”