Dark Sister Novels & Stories

"My real name is Daisy Blackwood. Sabrina is my mother, and the rogue she-wolf who died five years ago was my sister." Austin stared at her in shock. "You've been here for two years. You've been living in my pack house, eating at my table, working for my family. Why?" "Because I didn't want revenge," Daisy said simply. "I wanted peace. When my sister died, I was sad. But I knew she was wrong to try to hurt innocent humans. I knew you did what you had to do." "But your mother didn't feel that way," Maya said. "No," Daisy said. "My mother went crazy with grief. She started studying dark magic to get revenge. She made a deal with demons to get power. She became something evil."

She closed her eyes in surrender, shocked when she found herself in a large bubble in front of her, Zayn , his father, and everyone else. As if she was sitting in a room and in front of her a surveillance camera! She got close and saw her body quickly approaching Lara and suffocating her violently and quickly " Treat her quickly" Zayn was surprised when he turned around and found his bloody eyes and that terrifying voice in her shape "I won't," Darkle laughed sarcastically. " When you want to be with a weakling like her, be someone who suits you and your strength, like me." He pulled her neck to make her face blue, and she resisted him weakly

The penthouse suite overlooking the Los Angeles skyline was dimly lit, heavy curtains drawn against the afternoon sun. Don Salvador sat in a leather armchair, a glass of aged scotch in hand, his silver hair slicked back, eyes sharp as ever. The door opened without a knock. Francesca stepped in, long dark hair cascading over a red silk dress that hugged every curve, lips painted blood-red, heels clicking like gunfire on the marble floor. She was Mr. Blackwood’s mistress of three years, the secret kept tucked away from Georgia and the perfect family facade. But she was so much more than that. She was Salvador’s weapon.

That fucking diamond pattern from your cubicle, unmistakable, like a dirty little secret laid bare. Your mind spins, lust twisting into something darker. Could it be Sabrina? The thought’s a blade, sharp and hot, slicing through you. The idea that the goddess from the office, with her angelic smile and fuck-me eyes, could be this filthy little exhibitionist—it’s too much. You’re rock-hard, imagining her spread open in that cubicle, touching herself while you’re just feet away, clueless. Who the hell is Kat18, and how deep does this rabbit hole go? ****************

The moment the pill melted on my tongue, I knew something was off. Instead of the usual bitter taste, there was a sharp, metallic flavor, like chewing on a mouthful of coins and dirt. I gulped it down and glanced at Francis Davis, the Don of the Davis mafia family. He was standing by the window, his back to me, looking all stiff and serious. "This pill's not right," I said. He spun around, and streaks of sunlight from the blinds sliced across his face, making him look like he was part of a black-and-white movie. "What's wrong with it?" he asked.

"Lisa, stay close. We battle together. But Lisa's face was pale and she was trembling. "I—I have no control over it. The darkness within me is crying out to me. "No." Dominick's hold on her became more firm. "You resist it. You're not by yourself. Not right now. Lisa wasn't paying attention, though. As she gazed at the dark figure stepping out of the rift, her breath caught. "Dominick, you must put an end to it. I might if I can't.

She heard the swift exchange of Greek, the sob in his sister’s shaking voice. “Demis has had another stroke...” Pale, every facial muscle savagely clenched, Christophe sent Lara a fleeting, almost blank glance that told her he was already a thousand miles away from her in mind and body. The honeymoon was over.

In this Dark World, I have no one, No family, No friends, and No love. I miss my father with each passing second of my life. I was a fighter that's why I fought hard and strongly. I was a survivor because I always survived without falling in my life but now, I am stuck in the dark cell of prison. And after all this, The judgment of the court, the punishment I got in return for my sanity made me Rotten, Rotten to the core. Now people call me cruel BITCH because I'm COLD HEARTED. I don't give any fuck to them.

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

I snatched Dimitri’s necklace from her hand and was ready to give back the map and go back home but her words stopped me. “I’m his mate, Skylar.” She muttered so lowly that even I barely caught it. “But you’re a witch?” She’s both. My wolf mumbled in realization. “I’m a werewolf and a witch.” She pulled her shirt a bit down, enough for me to see a stone similar to the one my mom gave me to hide my scent. That explains a lot.