Dark Western Books Mga Nobela at Kwento

"My grandmother told me from childhood that there is a terrible evil lurking in the dark, so I should beware of the darkness... So I have always been afraid of the dark. I always came home before dusk and asked my mother not to turn off the light in my room. Then she would light a candle for me and put it on the bedside table next to my bed to save electricity. I stared at that flame and felt safe, as if some invisible force hidden within that flame was watching over me, protecting from all evil. However, the darkness caught me then in my dreams, it lurked, hiding in its depths overgrown creatures with huge teeth, long claws and wild eyesight. Chased by these terrible creations of my childho

I could not tell how long he had been observing us. Out of the blue, Francis said, "Bernard, let's make a thrilling bet." Bernard arched an eyebrow. "On what?" "The drug supply chain in Westborough," Francis said. "Ha! You know that's not what I'm after." Bernard turned to look at me, and all eyes followed. "If I win, Natalie's mine for the night."

Caspian’s tech guy pinged a stolen car plate near the warehouse district. Dre loaded up with Caspian’s team, black SUVs, weapons ready. “They’re cornered,” Dre said, voice like steel. “We get Georgia out. End this tonight.” Caspian nodded, fingers tightening on the wheel. For the first time, the old enemies rode together. No more games. Just blood, debts, and the woman who’d started it all.

DARK DESIRES EPISODE FIFTY SEVEN We arrived at the party late at night, The exterior was filled with cars and of course jeeps. The Mafia men will look for every opportunity to show their wealth at every chances given. "You're going to the lots of nagging today"Tyler smeared,I scoffed before putting on my ear pods. We both walked into the hall,The strippers laced at the entrance sashayed their way sexily to me,I scoffed and pushed them away gently.

Even if it ruins me. I open the book to the page marked with a black ribbon. The ink is faded, a dark reddish-brown that looks like dried blood. I begin to read the words out loud. My voice sounds small in the massive room, but the air starts to hum. The temperature drops until I can see my breath. The Living Shadow spell is short, but as I say the last line, the silence in the room snaps.

Brent said. “I’d like to get Beth out here, she had some finals though, I’ll try to find out what days but if it’s on the weekend that would be perfect,” I said. “Yeah I think that would be best for everyone, Dawn’s husband is in Japan right now anyhow, and they want him to be there,” Brent said. “So the big question, what’s going to happen to their house, to the ranch,” I asked. They looked at each other.

“It doesn't matter. It was one time, and I never did it again.” “That's not a good enough answer. How do you expect me to be honest when you're not?” I asked angrily. He grimaced. “You remember my cousin Jamie?” “Yes?” I asked, confused. “He's been running weed from Colorado to California. He told me if I did a few runs for him, it'd pay out a lot of money, so I did. I thought for sure that I was caught when I got pulled over. I got lucky they didn't search the truck because I easily had a hundred pounds. I made just enough to save the ranch, so I quit. I figured my luck would run out at some point. It usually does,” River muttered.

“You may consider relaxing properly for me to help you use your seatbelt. She obeyed and I helped her out and drove to her house. Driving home, I followed her direction but was surprised that we were heading to a remote end of the streets. When I got to her house, it was a pitiable look . And I couldn’t imagine how a human being could be living in such an old dilapidated house in the woods, and be surviving without being attacked by wild animals, harsh weather or strange illness. I felt so pitiful and almost shed tears for seeing such beauty in her die in abject poverty. I enjoyed the woods because it was like an adventure to me.

, Ashton said. I ignored them and went to check for an interesting book that I could purchase. Jack and Ashton kept on talking and laughing but I didn’t pay them any attention. Jack was funny and I liked that about him. I found a book that seemed nice and pulse-racing, Blood Brothers by Nora Roberts.

We were at war. Just the thought of it was outrageous. While growing up in the Chicago area, I’d never even been in the vicinity of a gang rumble, let alone anything else. Now, after only a few months of leaving an area that ranked in the top twenty-five cities for crime in the USA and moving to what appeared to be a sleepy mountain hamlet wedged between small town USA and a city that was barely large enough to claim the title, not only was I at war, but I was at war with werewolves whose savageness was something the Chicago gangs couldn’t fathom. It was all too surreal.