Dark Notes Pam Godwin Novels & Stories

Sara nodded, looking worried. ***** Pamela At the White mansion, Pamela left the private gym with determined steps, her hair still tied in a high ponytail and her skin slightly damp from the intense workout. She walked down the elegant hallway to the living room, where the golden light highlighted the soft tones of the minimalist decor. She sat down on the light-colored sofa, picked up her phone from the coffee table, and swiped her finger across the screen impatiently.

I gave her a soft smile, one she returned, but I could tell she didn't believe it, not even for a minute. "Sorry to interrupt," Damon's said, his voice rough, as he entered our mother's office. He gave my mother his charming smile before looking at me. His smile faded as he gave me a nod. He still hadn't forgiven me for what I had put him through, put all my family through. Imelda was a little more understanding. She didn't shut me out as Damon did, but she was still furious with me for not heeding her warnings about the dark realm.

I’d sooner sleep under a bridge for the rest of my life! Brilliant dark eyes raked over her impassively. “Alrighty then... Go now, I have nothing more to say to you.” “Oh, but I do! I’m not finished yet,” Lara asserted with venom. “Three years ago, you came into my life like a dark shadow and you tried to destroy it. There is no human being alive whom I hate more than you! And why did you set out to wreck my life? Out of nothing more than arrogant vanity, selfishness, and lust. It didn’t matter to you that I was engaged to another man or that I loved that man. It didn’t matter that you might hurt him as much as you hurt me.”

She thought it was the most brutal thing that a man could do, until now. She felt the heat of Darryl’s passionate kisses on her body and the soft gentleness of Fiana’s touch. Then it was dark and she saw no more. *** The moon peeked through the boarded windows as it spread its rays into the silent interior of the abandoned house and across Pam’s still frame.

The city glittered beneath the night sky, each skyscraper a shard of glass catching the moonlight. From above, the world seemed deceptively calm. But inside Damian Drake’s penthouse, calm was an illusion. The room was cloaked in shadows, lit only by the amber pool of light spilling from his desk lamp. The folder on the polished mahogany desk lay open like a wound, every page another blade he intended to drive straight into Helena’s heart.

Anastasia The woman sitting to Vladimir’s left, directly across from Caius, was my least favorite of his inner circle. Pamela Parker, her mother Korean and her father a small-time Alpha, had the face of a high-fashion model. Her black bob hugged the slope of her jaw and gave her a harsh edge that followed along the bridge of her nose and brow bone. Now pushing thirty, she’d been working with Vladimir for nearly ten years. She was his publicist in a way, but that only brushed the surface of what she did for him.

Do not play with Archer. _____ She put on her hoody and wiped out the stain of blood on her lips as she took the courage to open the door of their house. She knew she would be doomed the moment her brother found out that she got into trouble again. She got into a fight, as usual. She has her reasons, and she badly wants to turn her life upside down. Selah Damson is so desperate for a change that she wants it to happen right away.

Yes, that will do. If you guys are wondering what a blind kid is seeing. Well, I can't see anything. That's it. Darkness. Dullness. I can't see but, I thank the heavens every single day that I can still hear them. It's just getting worse day by day. Although I can't be a burden here, I can't do anything but just thank them. They are the light in my dark path. They are my guide and I'm more than thankful for that. Curse that bastard. It's his fault. I can't be what I want to be anymore. I'll just be a bother with my whole life, am I? I can't help it. It's getting worse. I can feel this stupid tears building inside their cage, again. No no. I don't. I won't cry. Not again. Please, don't come o

It was all scripted. "Do you know a man named Orion? Is he here?" Prince Evan asked straightforwardly. Yeah. Why would we bother waste time doing the traditional interrogation when there's someone who can do this, right? I'm not really supportive in his way of dealing things, but as they say, desperate times call for desperate measures. So for this case, I guess it's acceptable. "He is upstairs, my lord." Now I know why Demitri seriously warned me about Prince Evan. The Madame literally looked like she would do anything Prince Evan would say. It was as if she was blinded by a white light and all she can see was his face. The image of her salvation.

Chapter 1: Dysfunctional family. The darkness is nothing more than a test that God gives us, many times to overcome things and learn from it, but in the end we all carry that darkness in our hearts, we just have to decide whether to expel it or let it dwell within you. Charlotte is a girl who has been in the dark since she was born, her parents were shitty to her, she was beaten and mistreated unjustifiably simply because her parents wanted it that way, but to understand a little of this story we must return to the past.