Darker Than Black Hei Novels & Stories

I figured I would just sleep on the chair until I knew the rules of this twisted game. I went to the kitchen for a glass of water, my hair pinned up in a messy bun. SLAM. The front door hit the wall with a violence that made me drop my glass. He was back. And even from the kitchen, I could feel the darkness radiating off him. Kiran walked in. He looked different—unstable. His eyes were bloodshot, glowing with a dark intensity that made my skin crawl. He walked straight toward me and, without a word, reached out and pulled the clip from my hair, letting it fall over my shoulders.

"I’m going to deliver a gift." Two hours later, the white expanse of the Icelandic sea was disrupted by the silent ascent of a Black Rose submarine. From its deck, a modified Black Hawk, painted in a matte charcoal that swallowed the light, lifted into the air. It tore through the freezing fog, a shadow among shadows, heading straight for the heart of the enemy blockade.

"I'll ask you one last time. Why did you betray us?" The man on the throne-like chair leaned forward and folded his hands as he looked at his prey in the eye. His forest green eyes were barely devoid of any emotion. His chestnut brown hair was disheveled and his dark blue tie lay loosened around his neck. Even if he did not show any emotion, a dark and dangerous air filled the room, forcing everyone to suck in a deep breath. The beast was about to unleash its wrath and they could only pray to stay alive at the end of the day and watch the sunrise again.

Harry automatically stood up to respect this uninvited guest with his frown deepened because he didn’t expect someone to like him to come. He is Quirino Black. The second heir of the leading airline company in this country. Of course, his sudden appearance made Mr. Harry astonished. Even though Quirino is still young, the aura around him demands that anyone who meets him respect him. Morana was an exception. The woman was still sitting prettily in her chair without the slightest bit disturbed by Quirino's presence or feeling intimidated by him. It was a gift because they had been together for a long time, thus dulling Morana's feelings for Quirino's charms.

he smirked. "Akenos half brother Kha. Now I see why you are the destructor." Lesi said. "Why is that?" he was fascinated at this point. "Kha the God of darkness, creatures of the night, the sky. Does destruction not lead to darkness?" Lesi asked. "Or power. Kha is not driven for the greater. He is too busy with Selene watching over his creatures of the night." Akenos said. "Power is fleeting. Creation is forever." Lesi said.

I'm going to remove the blindfold now, and don't you dare ever think you could outsmart me, won't allow this to happen. He removed the blindfold from my eyes, it was blurry at first and now it was Ok, the house was big and spacious, it was beautiful and dangling I can't the place to my, it was hard choosing the one that is cooler between him and Damon, but that not the point now I need to escape this hell loop if I don't want anything to happen, cause I can't live if this man ever touches me, the guilt am going to felt is not of this world.

Every earthy, oversexed inch of him absolutely repelled her and there was a certain deadly attraction to that amount of revulsion… Christophe moved with the grace of a prowling tiger. He had the face of a dark fallen angel and the stunning magnetism of a very physical male. She studied the dark planes of his impassive features, the clear golden eyes set beneath winged black eyebrows and the savagely high cheekbones which lent such fierce strength to his face. Her gaze glossed over the stubborn jut of a decidedly Greek nose and the wide perfection of his narrow mouth before hurriedly falling away.

His long hair was let down, hanging loosely from his shoulder. The thin necklace he wore under the white shirt gave him a sexy vibe. His black cotton pant looked proper and well-ironed. He drove a Ferrari towards the Haven Hotel. It was one of the most prestigious places that had limited access. Not anyone could enter the place no matter how rich. Being the owner has its packs and this was one of them.

I have finally had enough of these assholes in this hell hole labeled as a hospital. 'No! You will go nowhere till you give me the answer to the question I asked you' He tells me and at this moment, he is now sounding so stupid. Okay now, I am beginning to doubt if compared to Jack, Mr. Black is still the World's most famous pervert. Even though I know Jack is a very weird and annoying guy, I never thought him to be this creepy. 'Sweetie, it will do you good to tell me now or I will have to force you to....' like seriously?

His shoulder square in shape, it was acceptable to intimidate anyone. He wore his all-black attire making it hard to discriminate between him and the darkness if it is not because of his cold pale skin, which was shining brightly like the crystals. His nineties blondes hair complexing his look. The dark-undertone hue was all the range in the nineties and Adrian is definitely still rocking it today.