Romans & histoires Dark Mission Book

Turning the light switch on, her eyes caught sight of an abnormality in the huge crack May made on the wall. It was as if there was smoke going through it. Suddenly Stacey felt an uneasy chilly feeling in her spine. Fortunately, she used a notebook she found on May's desk and poked it in the crack. She felt as if fear jumped out of her brain and shook her body down to her feet when the book faded from her hands. **" The sands are actually dark matter. It's a form of matter that holds all molecules of visible matter together but I don't know how it got so much that if it makes contact with visible matter, it will disintegrate it."**

I stretched my arms, seeking freedom to unleash the passion building within me. But my hands brushed against something unexpected_ another presence. My heart skipped a beat. With a jolt, I sprang up, pushed Mason away forcefully. My eyes widened after being alerted. Someone else was in the room. “Who’s there?” I demanded. __________________ A laugh echoed through the room, sending shivers down my spine. The familiarity of the sound made my heart skip a beat. "My Goodness, Sophia!!" The exclamation was followed by the flick of the light switch, and the room was bathed in a warm, golden glow.

And she's surprised when the lock suddenly opens in front of her. She saw an old book inside the vault. A dusty and black old book. Her curiosity becomes even stronger. She took the book and sit on the dusty chair. She opens the pages of the book and started to read its content. "Damien died because of her beloved woman who cheated him on their wedding day. Everyone thought that he really died but actually, he didn't die. He only falls into a deep sleep. And he will rise again once he can drink the blood of a young woman. A special person that has three different kinds of blood inside her body," she stops to read for a moment to catch her breath and then continue.

I couldn’t breathe, my lungs refused to draw in a breath. Dante’s voice was quiet and dangerous, rough with warning as he said, “Because I missed you.” He directed a cold smirk at me as he added, "Little sister." _____ Hello, dear readers. I write Dark Romance- about mafia, bully, arrange marriage, obsessed anti-heroes that you'll always fall in love with. And the theme of this book is the same. But this is the first time I am writing a book with mmfm. And if you skipped the Introduction, please note, this book will be DARK, with various themes you might not be comfortable with.

I always give my social medi@ page but if it feels good to you and makes you happy to write a negative review and ruin all the hard work and sleepless nights I am putting into this book, then go ahead! As a writer it's really disheartening and demotivating because conveying emotions, making you laugh and cry with the words is not an easy task. In the beginning and even in the middle, I gave multiple warnings about dark theme. And if you are finding that what Damien has done to Angel is too much than you haven't actually read any dark romance yet. I am not the kind of person who rants like this or gets angry but I can't tolerate it when it becomes too much.

The question now was who? Chapter 69: The soft glow of the laptop screen illuminated Damon’s face as he stared at the encrypted message. His fingers hovered over the keys, each click producing an unsettling noise that seemed to echo through the silence of the room. Something about the message didn't sit right with him. He had always trusted his team, his friends, but the evidence before him suggested a betrayal from within. The encrypted message was vague but detailed enough to indicate something sinister. Damon’s mind raced as he ran through the possibilities. He had always prided himself on his instincts, but this... this was different. The stakes were higher than they’d ever been. If ther

“Why do you have access?” He didn’t answer right away. Just walked in, footsteps echoing. “Because I do,” he said quietly, “Let’s just leave it at that.” Damon stopped at a central table. A thick black leather-bound book rested there. “This,” he said, “is the Black Ledger.” I stepped closer. “What’s in? I’d like to,” I asked. He opened it instead. I barely heard Damon’s voice anymore. My eyes scanned the page, devouring words that felt like they were burning themselves into me.

Her eyes were wild with fury as she hissed, "You're going to pay with your life!" Suddenly, a dagger flashed through the air and plunged into Samuel's stomach with a chilling sound. Samuel shielded my mom, taking the brutal hit for her. Just then, my mother sputtered, waterlogged and coughing violently, her eyes snapping open to meet Amelia's. Amelia, her sight apparently restored, glared at my mother with a mix of rage and hopelessness. She yanked the knife out and lunged again, aiming for my mom with deadly intent. "You're going down!"

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The cold wasn’t just cold anymore. It was quiet. It was unforgiving. It was nothing. Estelle Winterbourne lay chained to the freezing snow at the heart of the Deadfall, and the snow had already buried her to the ribs. Silver burned under her skin where the traitor’s mark had been carved by her own father and lover. She felt empty. She felt numb. “ Finally got to get rid of you, Estelle. You have done well, you are no longer needed.” She still remembered the words that her mate, Darius said before plunging a dagger into back when she was unaware.