Dark นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The flashlight began blinking, battery low, darkness and silence crept in. It was a silent night at the cottage, neither was there any sort of movement or sound, nothing was heard. The frequent cries of Dale had seized, there wasn't any moans from Nicky nor lustful yells from Ken that night. All had parted ways. Just red liquids all over. *** It was surely red, it was blood and fur, Dale thought, straining her eyes at the coloured liquid she had been stepping on, a fresh hunt had just taken place, and the hunter must be so close. He could help me, yes he could!

She really didn't want to be noticing how elegant and lavish the place was but the eye eyes what it wants. Every antique and piece of furniture was designed to blend in with the theme; a rivulets of black and grey. If the colour wasn't a dark black then it was a drab grey, on all of the Möbel. It suited him, she found herself thinking and reprimanded herself immediately thereafter. She didn't know anything about the man, and it was vital that she kept her thoughts to herself where he was concerned.

Kimber stood by, watching the ensuing chaos in horror. “Dragon, I'll get you, all of you,” he screamed, as Nick and Adam held him down.But Madchen paid no attention, as she watched Drago turn a shade of blue, and foam at the mouth. “Drago!” She dropped to her knees, shaking him by the shoulders, but he didn’t respond. Instead, he stared up at the lights, seeming catatonic. His green eyes faded to a deep black, rolling to the back of his head.

" Fuck, " I growled hitting the wall making sure not to break it. " Is there anything I can do for you Mr. Damian? " one of the brunnete submissives whose name I couldn't be bothered to know begged. I knew all she wanted was sex with me and her pathetic ass wasn't going to get it. I was pissed, not horny.

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"I think I'm having an anxiety attack she thought leaning closer to the window. She could clearly see a neighbors chimney smoking, she scoffed shaking her head. "It's so hot out here and someone lit their chimney, can't believe his" she pulled off her shirt leaving the clothes laying carelessly on thr floor. She walked to to the bathroom naked and emerged into the shower. The water poured down drenching her dark hair as soon as she switched it open. Linda broke down it tears and sobbed for a long time, she shook her head in depression rubbing her hands on her face under the running water until her face was almost puce.

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We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

Jeff is always his most abusive when he is at his drunkest. I am standing by the large window that looks out over the street, my glass in my hand, watching the lights from the cars and streetlights, seeing a few people walking along the sidewalk, wondering what sort of people are out and about in the city this time of night. No one who is up to any good, not in this neighborhood. The street is so far down from where I am standing, they look a bit like ants, though not quite as small. Pollution from the street lights hides the stars. The sky is an inky black with not even one pinprick of light leaking through the haze from the city. At Braxton’s house, you can always see the stars. Here, it’s

A dark brown, expensive casket sat in front them as the rain hit it. Truly, it was a depressing day. Today was the funeral, of course. Bonnie sat next to Lorenzo, holding his hand tightly. She looked beautiful. Her black dress hugged her curves in the right way. Her face was clear of any makeup and her curly hair was in a tight bun. Black pump shoes covered her small feet as they were crossed over each other. Her grey eyes were staring ahead as she tried to listen to John but all she could think about was the heartbreak Lorenzo is going through.