Darker Novels & Stories

From left to right was the pale gray-white, it was for maximum brightness. Next the cool light gray with just a hint of blue giving it a slightly warmer color. Last was the warmer grainge, the compromise darker beige color. My intention was to give Isla the spectrum of light, not just the endless void of her chosen darkness.

I hope it's from Bangizwe because what does he mean he hasn't texted me all day? UNKNOWN: i want my diamonds back! What is that supposed to mean?

His room was cold that day and his father had told him to stack enough firewood to keep the fire in the kitchen glowing. "Son!" His father had said. "There are two opposite components that revolves around a man. Light and darkness. The truth and a lie. Love and hate. Left and right. Life and death. We are all affected by these components. If we choose to survive in this world, we should always be ready to make the right choices when we are presented with those components. They shape and mould our life."

Until it makes me feel dark! The end.

[LUNA] Here I am again, at the bar, trying to drown myself in liquor. But this isn't just any liquor—this one is different. A darker brew, gifted by the elder vampires themselves. I don’t know what’s in it, but it grips me, sends a shiver down my spine, makes the room spin just the way I want it to.

Darkness closed in. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Shорріng rеаllу wаѕn’t his thіng оr mіnе еіthеr, but I had соmе tо thе conclusion it was fаr еаѕіеr tо juѕt go wіth іt than to protest. “I dоn’t know, Iz, what do уоu thіnk, the dаrk or lighter ріnk?” I rеаllу dіdn’t саrе. “The dark pink.” Juѕt pick оnе fоr the love of God. “No, I think thе lіghtеr one.” Then why аѕk? “Rіght nоw wе hаvе thе соllаr аnd lеаd . . .”

“Choose the black one. She’s a badass baby.” “But, I like the pink one.” “No, the baby loves black, remember dark colors? They love that.” Matias said, nodding his head. “Your High—” “Stop right there, Damian.” Then, signaling Damian to shut his mouth, my attention was still on Matias. “What do you mean the baby loves the dark colors? Where did you get that information?” “Remember? When the baby cries at night, which is, by the way, it’s a fact. Your world will become dark. So, yeah, babies love dark colors, and they will paint your life dark—”

Liam stated, with his trademark smirk, looking me up and down slowly, making me squirm. Yeah, right! My brown hair was still damp because I didn’t have time to dry it because of his stupid ‘ten more minutes’ so I had pulled it back into a messy bun. I had thrown on my dark blue skinny jeans and red V-neck top and pulled a black hoodie and black converse. I had added the bare minimum make up, as usual, just a little mascara to make my grey-green eyes stand out, and some clear lip gloss. I did not look hot. Freaking asshole! I gave him the finger and walked out to his car. Leaning against it, angrily, waiting for them to grace me with their presence.