Dark Web Hard Candy Novels & Stories

Just a curated myth of wealth and control. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard. This wasn’t a G****e job. She launched her encrypted browser and typed in "Rehabilitation Society." Dead links. Old threads. Wiped pages. Then—something. A forum tucked inside a forgotten corner of the dark web: Echoes of Control. She clicked. At the top of a buried thread was a blurry photograph—Adrian Blackwood, unmistakably tall and sharply dressed, surrounded by others in formal wear. The caption made her stomach twist:

The Fox mask. Blurry, distant, but unmistakable. He had been in the room. In the shadows. Watching. Close enough to touch. By the time she returned to Marco’s, her hands were still shaking. He was at the desk, surrounded by empty energy drink cans and crumpled notes. “You’re not gonna like this,” he said. “What?” He pointed to one of the monitors. The watermark—the eye symbol—was linked to an underground server formerly used by an old European BDSM cabal known as The House of Eyes. Disbanded years ago, but with rumors of revival in the deep web. The names were redacted. But one kept surfacing.

"Yes, we'll tell you everything we know. Just spare us, please!!!" Ezekiel smirked coldly at the pair of cowards, " And all it took was just a bit of brutal force. Speak!!" " It's a deadly aphrodisiac, codenamed 'Tears of eros'. It's found on the dark web........and currently......it doesn't have an antidote.", the other thug stuttered. Zeke gave a wry chuckle, "Well....well, such a pleasant surprise -", that the same drug he'd been searching for would be circulating in his domain, without his notice.

Chad was speechless. When Hayden was investigating Nora, he discovered that she visited a top-secret website. He hacked into the site and found that it was an underground organization dealing in human trafficking." Mike was telling Chad all of this because he had made a new breakthrough. Chad picked up his glass of water and took a sip. "That's horrifying! I know about the darknet and underground organizations, but I've never come across any of them in real life." "Hahaha! Would you like to see it?" Mike raised his brows. "I contacted one of the "owners" last night. I sent him a photo of Avery and said I wanted a woman like that. Guess what he said."

Without needing to say anything else, and Romera holstering her weapon, they leave the underground containment holdings. On the surface, Gardax and Lard wait patiently. The two patrols that walked around the plantation had their throats slit and lay waist on the ground. Their blood drains from their bodies and coats the wheat that grows in their fields. With no one on the plantation other than the crew and the people liberated. The barrier that once provided the illusion of nothing has been taken down. The cubes that made the spell possible are back into Lard’s bag which is hanging tight next to him on the table that he sits on. In one of his hands is a book that he is reading. One is labele

[Send someone else to do it, Xante. [Already on it, boss. I'll get someone to warn all the wreath shops and funeral businesses in the city not to accept any orders or send any items to the Carews.] [Great.] Xante went offline to do as told. Corinne began her operation to rid the Internet of the slander. She opened a special software with a red mark hidden in the encrypted folder of the computer, clicked on it, then entered a long string of passwords to access the deepest recesses of the Internet that ordinary people could not access.

“I’m not buying anything else from you unless you can guarantee that there won't be any more fuck-ups with my shipment, Trex.” I say into the phone and scroll through the spreadsheets on my computer. I’ve spent the whole morning in my office, uptown at 5 Fusion, going over the cash flow of my clubs and the casino business I've recently dipped my fingers into. “There's a new line of home brew that everyone on the dark net is trying to get their hands on,” he says. “But lucky for you, I am in contact with the source themselves.”

"Oh come on, Koniee. There are only two of us here at the table. Well, I can see some guys but, they are meters good away from us." "Can I order one too!?" He said and much to his delight, there is still one cheesecake left on the counter. "Stay here, Koniee, okay? I'll just go grab that heavenly cheesecake of mine!"A dazzling smile was suddenly tugged on his face as he walked to the old lady on the counter. He immediately shoved his hand on his left pocket as he grabbed the brown leather wallet. Feeling ecstatic when he saw the black card shining inside the wallet. Yes, you read it right. He has a freaking card. It was Konan's mother who gave him that one.

I bit out. Xavier chuckled before picking up the MacBook on the table. “You ought to work as a reporter.” His jokes did not amuse me at all. “Learn to take a joke, love.” ‘Learn when to make one.’ I bit back in my head. Imagine my surprise when Xavier opened the candy crush app instead of clicking on the news app. I am so tempted to wring his neck right now. “What are you doing?” I gritted out. Xavier cast me a sideways glance with a wide smile. “What do you think I’m doing?” He increased the volume of the game. “I’m playing a game of course.” He winked at me. “Document this moment, it’s something you’ll rarely see me do.”

He laughed and moved away when he heard Mars' sulky voice, and before she asked why he was laughing, she furrowed her eyebrows as she suddenly felt his anger. " Alpha Zen," Marcus uttered to put all his focus on him " Just like you said, we found a big underground warehouse that we can't touch the door because black magic has been practiced on it and it might kill us while we can hear voices from below. What do we do now?" Is there anything dearer than the soul?? Yes..you! I chose you to adore you and love you more than my soul and myself "my alpha" 'I'm not the most powerful person a god has ever created... but I'm strong enough to make you shiver at the mention of my name'