Dark Western Books Novels & Stories

“And… I’ve thought about you spanking me. Hard. Until my ass is red and I’m crying, but still begging for more.” Ethan groaned and kissed her deeper. “Fuck, Lila. That’s hot. I’m going to make every one of those happen. We’ll start slow, but I want the full list. Write it down for me tomorrow. Every dirty fantasy. The dark ones, the shameful ones, the ones you’re scared to say out loud. I want them all.” He pulled his fingers out and made her suck them clean, tasting their mixed juices. “And after you give me the list… I’m going to start checking them off. One by one. Starting with the riskiest one you have.”

After the boys had left my room, I went through my bag and pulled out my favorite book, Night Flame, by Catherine Hart. I sat back in my chair by the window, prepared to spend the rest of the afternoon reading when a shiver ran down my spine. I jumped out of my seat and spun around to see a pair of yellow eyes glowing in the corner of the room. As those eyes drew closer to me, I realized that it was Simon, the fae that came to warn me the other day.

🌹_______________ Happiness can be found even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light 🌹_______________ I kept everything in order and swept the library with some other girls. I wasn't in a hurry, so I spent so much time there. Soon after, I was done I went to the counter to tell the lady I'm going. Senior David came in immediately and dropped a book on the counter for the lady. "You came to return the book, it's past school hours" she told him in a very harsh tone.

He was raven haired, had piecing black eyes and was dressed in all black. Normally, seeing someone dressed in all black would give me chills especially because I had a bad history with black. This time, I didn't hear my blood roaring in my ears. The guy looked desperate. Not desperately in need of money, but answers. His dark eyes held secrets, unsolved mysteries and something darker. Something dangerously attractive. Like fire. "What do you want?" "I.. I'm in search of someone but I've got no leads on them. Can you help me?" first rule a girl learns is that,

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So he took advantage of being home on sick leave and spent whole days on his laptop, searching the Internet across the globe for the most reliable sources possible. Maria, after long conversations with her husband and Miguel, let herself be persuaded and promised that she would find some way to contact Nadir, but the search was more difficult than she thought. Firstly, Maria didn't know exactly what to look for, and secondly, where, after all, she didn't know anyone interested in something like black magic and summoning demons. But one night the answer came to her by itself, in a dream in which Maria saw quite clearly the book she was looking for and a spell that would help her contact the c

As they started for the door she said, “In fact, why don’t ya start your story now. It’ll take my mind off the fact that it’s dark and we have to walk through the woods with those demon wolves on the loose.” “Do you have a flashlight?” he asked. Maggie went into the pantry and pulled two flashlights from the top shelf. She smiled at the fact that her young friend had such a stock pile of supplies in preparation for a harsh winter that might include electric blackouts. It wasn’t such a farfetched notion. The area was known to have a blackout or two during the worst winter weather, but this girl had enough candles and flashlights to light a village block. Maggie couldn’t have been more grate

Little did I know, the spark was about to become a raging inferno, courtesy of something far beyond the mortal realm. It started on a rainy Friday night. I’d come home exhausted from a long week, my blouse clinging to my skin from the downpour outside. I kicked off my heels, letting them thud against the hardwood floor, and poured myself a glass of merlot. The apartment felt emptier than usual; my last girlfriend had left months ago, citing my “workaholic tendencies” as the reason. Truth be told, I missed the warmth of a body next to mine, the soft curves and whispered promises in the dark. To distract myself, I rummaged through the old box of junk in my closet— relics from my rebellious pha

The pages were so worn, I was being overly careful out of fear of ripping them. January 17th, 1859 We moved to Dallas on a whim. My family is originally from New York, and they were tired of fighting so hard to make a living. There is competition for work and most of it was hard work for not enough pay. Pops and Ma decided they needed to escape the downtown area in New York and start a farm somewhere new. We bought land in Dallas. The population here is around 600 at the most. It feels nice to be able to walk outside without walking into a neighbor. Everybody is very nice and welcoming here. This is great difference from the downtown bustle where everyone was in a hurry and everyone was i

Sure, it annoyed some of the other pedestrians, but out here, there wasn’t a car in sight. Fairfax was one of those small towns, with a really small town but a huge zip code. Houses were scattered all over the place, making my closest neighbor the old man living two miles down the road. Surrounded by mountains and forest, it sometimes reminded me a little of the town in the Twilight movie. Or you know--- just any horror movie! I almost grinned at that, since that used to be Grace’s go-to line. She had a thing for horror-flicks, but was terrified after watching them…