Darker Novels & Stories

“All five of us. Together. For one day. We will observe. We will feel. We will understand. And then we will prove you wrong. Will demonstrate that existence is terrible. Will show that nothing is superior. Will convince Dawn and Dusk to return. Will restore unity. Will end this corruption. One day. That is our offer. That is our compromise. That is our final attempt before we erase everything. Accept or we end this now.” “We accept,” I said. “One day. All five of you. Complete experience. Honest observation. True understanding. Then you choose. That is fair. That is acceptable. That is sufficient.” The five Darks began to transform. To shrink. To become manageable. They took forms that allow

♕𝐺𝐸𝑁𝑅𝐸♕ 𓆙dark romance𓆙 𓆙forbidden love𓆙 𓆙betrayal𓆙 ♕𝑊𝐴𝑅𝑁𝐼𝑁𝐺𝑆♕ 𓆙mature content𓆙 𓆙contains abusive stuffs𓆙 𓆙murder𓆙 𓆙non-consensual / dubious consent sexual activities𓆙

Not annoyed. Something warmer. Something far more dangerous.

i forgot how to breath. Damon Darkthorn stood at the diner entrance.he looked….different.five years had carved him something much worse.His shoulders were broader,he had a scar across his jaw.the suit he wore looked so expensive.worth more than my yearly check.his icy blue eyes didn’t look as cold as before,they looked empty.longing. Darian stepped in just behind him.Same face,same scar which I assumed where marks from war.But his eyes,oh God of the moon.They looked hunted.Troubled.

“Walk straight ahead. There’s a door right in front of you.” Zoe’s heart leapt to her throat, an eerie sense of unease falling over her. She glanced over her shoulder, realizing an attempt to escape would be futile. The dark was too thick, completely consuming her surroundings. George kept his grip tight on her wrist, marching forward into the pitch black. A crunch echoed in the silence, George’s free hand pushing on a door she couldn’t see, liberating a flush of bright, white light into the dark expanse. Zoe could do nothing but blink, teary eyes striving to adjust.

Chapter 14 Kylie Brown smirk, "You think I don't know, you dare to stay out at night and don't come back so I already guessed it you must get some help for your so-called lover to cancel your adoption. That's why you become this bold. But this doesn't last long, what I say to make you in my foot again." Hahaha!!

Unknowingly, my nerve cells started to respond to the circumstances. The two of them didn't seem to notice that there was someone else besides them as they were lost in their world. They appeared to be close friends and both of them were radiating in the room. One was blessed with light brown pastel coloured eyes which seemed as sweet as sugar and the other one was blessed with black coloured eyes which seemed as deep as the sea.

This distracted Meng Qian a lot when washing himself, of course, that his beautiful hands trembled when washing his secret hole, but strangely he felt no pain at all just a slight itch, this could be caused by the different soap he was using. Finally, Meng Qian breathed a sigh of relief, he would have no trouble sitting down while playing the piano or limping as he walked. Yes, he was more concerned that this crazy night would hurt his practice with the piano instead of worrying about being drugged and being in the house of a stranger, which proves the system theory about the emotional intelligence of the Dark BL characters. They had very strong minds and it would have to be something very s

"Consider yourself a martyr to a better cause. You know Hemlock ain't goin' to do shit. He doesn't care about anyone...his thoughts are dark...empty." "No...he cares," Lloyd shook his head. "If you think that, you're an idiot. Or a liar. Or both." Most likely both; one was a bitter fool, the other an evil fabricator. "I might not have known him long...but I know better than you." Blake laughed. The low pitch became higher until it reached an unearthly pitch that almost tore the eardrums. The light in his eyes brightened until no trace of a pupil could be seen. There was nothing but an inferno.

Arthur slid into the passenger's seat of the cab that pulled up in front of him. Richard welcomed him with a grin. “It's freezing out here, man. What took you so long?“ “Sorry, bro. Just had to find the right outfit.“ Richard gestured at his outfit. Black, denim jacket. Black boot. Black gloves. Black hat. Black shades. “You look like you're on goddamn espionage.“ Arthur had zero sense of humor for the night. Something about racing through that door earlier today plunged him into a terrible mood.