Darkest Dungeon 2 Jester Chapter 4 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

What would you build in her name? Chapter 95 is DAMON'S LEGACY! 💫👑⚡ END OF CHAPTER NINETY-FOUR

Chapter 23: A Descent into Darkness The cavern walls trembled with a violent force, a massive crack splitting open at the base of the chamber. A swirling vortex of inky blackness pulsed within the tear, tendrils of darkness reaching out like grasping claws. From the vortex, shadowy figures emerged, their forms shifting and morphing, defying any attempt at recognition.

I glance back up just in time to see the smirk that Elias and Jace share together. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Jace leads me down towards the dungeon area, but then stops in front of a door that has a number four on it. He opens it and steps inside, pulling me with the leash behind him. My eyes go wide once I see the room full of every implement that you could ever have. Is Jace going to use some of these on me? Excitement rushes through me as I take in the many floggers, crops, canes, and whips. Oh, but there is so much more, some I don’t think I’ve ever seen before.

Hell, she doesn’t belong in this room of sharks. I set my whiskey glass down on the ledge with a hollow thud. "Thorne?" Luca asks from behind me. "Where are you going?" "Thorne?" Graham calls out, his tone shifting from bored to quietly alert. “Thorne?” Reeves pipes. I ignore them all. Buttoning the single button of my tuxedo jacket, I step out of the VIP booth and head straight for the stairs. My eyes never leave the golden dress at the bar.

They'd made their choice when they decided to betray the Black Rose, when they'd chosen to turn their weapons on their own. She'll be okay, I told myself. I would make sure she got out of here, alive and whole. Jude deserved the world, deserved to be happy in ways I could never give her. I was filled with darkness, steeped in it so deep I didn't know where it ended and I began. I was dangerous, a weapon that had been sharpened and honed until killing was as natural as breathing. And I didn't know what I wanted for myself anymore. A man lunged at me from a doorway, his fist swinging wild. "You fucking bastard!" he snarled, spit flying from his mouth.

She then disappears like she was never there at all. For a second, the room breathes with me. Still. Heavy. Intimate. And I remember. Fuck. We’re still in the club. Still being watched. The Viewing Room isn’t private, not really. But I’d completely forgotten. Forgot there was a world outside this bed, outside these men, outside this ache I don’t want to let go of yet. The Jester is the first to break the silence. He shifts in close, hands warm as he starts rubbing at my wrists where the ropes left faint marks. He’s grinning like the cat who got into every drop of cream. "Well, fuck. You survived."

The only thing on Summers Hartley’s mind was revenge. Being a half-breed, she was born extremely weak and completely incapable of protecting herself or anyone, and that cost her. Her family was slaughtered, and her pack was reduced to ashes. As the Alpha heir to Silverguard pack, she swore to destroy the monsters responsible: the Bloodmoon pack. When the perfect chance for revenge arrives, she hides behind a new identity as the dying Alpha’s personal healer and enters the Bloodmoon pack. Every day she heals the pack, she has promised to destroy. Sworn to pay back the same hand, her mission is simple: poison the Alpha who murdered her people and, together with her uncle, destroy eve

answered Wen and she stole a glance at the man in robes. “You must drink from the cup. If your intentions are pure, you can climb the steps to the second level. If not, you will suffer the fate of those who came before you whose intentions are impure.” The man in white robes spoke calmly then he stepped to one side and revealed a dark room behind him.

They were moving so fast that they did not even close the door behind them. I ran into the dark underground room and followed the hall to the end. The air felt colder and heavy as I moved, and I could hear the soft sound of water dripping on the stone walls. When I reached the end, my heart sank. Jasper was kneeling on the floor with his hands tied tightly. His eyes, once soft, now looked dark and full of anger. A cruel smile appeared on his lips as he spoke in a harsh, threatening voice. "You're too late, girl," he said, his voice echoing in the room. "This body is mine now. I will destroy your world!”

Not only were you in a rough position now, but you'd accidentally done that to yourself and the girls before, too. Why couldn't you just follow the rules? No PDA at work! "Come on," Joy said, motioning for you to follow her into the winding corridors of the basement. She seemed to wander for a moment, but then stopped us at a door and pulled out a key, opening it up. Inside was a storage room not unlike the one that you had helped clean up before, down to the tables and chairs and racks of bankers' boxes full of old files. And, surprisingly, it was a mess.