Darkest Fears Novels & Stories

the closes between us are so less that it making my heart beat so fast " What - what do you mean" there was a hint of fear in my voice " Face your fear" " Work in this darkness " he ordered firmly. " Huh" My lips tremble in confusion. "Find the remaining file yet to be found "with that he blow the candle once again creating darkness around us and was about to leave me " My vision Get blurry I feel fear in the hair on the back of my neck it is like a invisible finger running along my spine " SAAD! Saad ! Believe me I am scared of darkness " I almost cried

DARKEST HOURS CHAPTER ONE JOHN PAUL'S POV ________________________________________________ The sun was extremely at it brightest today and the chirping of the birds could be heard, not too far away . It was just like another day in the life of the famous John paul cooper . I had wristwatches worth millions, a private jet to whatever island or country i want to travel to and most importantly chains of businesses around the globe . My phone was buzzing and i had to see who was calling and that was my secretary Penelope.

Arya please stop crying or am gonna cry too," Christie said using her thumb to clean her tears. How about Ronald, have you told him about it? Josh asked. No, but I think he's feeling more than I do, it's almost impossible for him to hide it even when our parents are present, guys this is really bad because it isn't just a normal attraction, this is deeply erotic, dark feelings, sexual cravings, I have wet dreams about him all the time, i get wet at little contact with him, I always imagine how it feels to have him inside of me and..... Ewww, stop, just stop already Arya, it's making me wanna puke right now no offence though, but this is really bad, it's incest, I can't believe this is happen

HIS DARKEST SECRETS CHAPTER 64 ****** Oliver had the longest night ever as he couldn't sleep but kept tossing around for the night to be over so he could go to the Dark Shadow Hill. He wasn't going to tell a soul about it, all he needed to do was sneak out of the house as early as he could to the place to discover something. He had water and a little food to sustain him in case things got messy. He was scared of this journey but he tossed aside all of his fears. If he was a Lycan King as they claimed, he should be prepared for anything and not get scared.

That fucking diamond pattern from your cubicle, unmistakable, like a dirty little secret laid bare. Your mind spins, lust twisting into something darker. Could it be Sabrina? The thought’s a blade, sharp and hot, slicing through you. The idea that the goddess from the office, with her angelic smile and fuck-me eyes, could be this filthy little exhibitionist—it’s too much. You’re rock-hard, imagining her spread open in that cubicle, touching herself while you’re just feet away, clueless. Who the hell is Kat18, and how deep does this rabbit hole go? ****************

In this Dark World, I have no one, No family, No friends, No love, and No father. When my father heard about me, becoming a murderer. He collapsed on the ground, outside of the lock-up and never stood up. He is still sleeping in heaven, looking at me, praying for my safety with my mother. Your Honour! Lawyers! And court person, You all know that the Dark world has beasts, Monsters, Devils, Demons, and Hades but they are old now and only appear in fairytales. Do you know why? because Humans are worse than them.

She snarled, her ethereal fingers reaching out, but I stepped back, feeling a strange mixture of fear and longing. "Good, Damian, make sure her skin doesn't come into contact with yours. She can't be real; nothing and no one in the forest of darkness is, and I suspect her to be a ghost emerging from the deepest part of our nightmare," my wolf growled in warning. I clenched my jaw tightly, knowing he was right. The forest of darkness was known for using one's worst fears and nightmares against them, and that's why I was seeing Ava now. "You are fake, so whatever trick you are trying to play pretending to be my dead mate won't work on me. You are an imposter and a deception of this cursed fore

No clear instructions were available—just line after line of code confirming the finality of either choice. One line in particular stood out, written in bold caps: // IF THEY COME FOR YOU, GIVE THEM FIRE OR DARKNESS. NOT BOTH. Isabella’s hands shook. She thought of her mother’s voice, fractured but unwavering: “I was here. I am real. Don’t let them tell you otherwise.” The words echoed through her mind as her heart pounded in her chest. She had to make a decision. But how? If she wiped everything, the Society’s victims would vanish—no evidence, no justice. If she leaked it, innocent survivors would be exposed, their trauma turned into spectacle, their privacy violated.

Everyone in the room fell silent, too afraid to speak. I turned back to Dark, only to find him staring at me again. My pulse quickened. I averted my gaze, trying to calm the panic rising in my chest. Shock. Fear. A strange, unshakable ache. What if he came to take my children? What could I do against him—against them—armed and dangerous as they were? “Introduce yourselves, boys,” Dark ordered, straightening his blood-stained white sleeves. His gun now rested securely in its holster. His men moved to the walls, lowering their weapons but keeping alert.

“Oh, we will. But not quick. Not easy.” We didn’t stay for the rest. Dre and I walked out as the first real screams started—guttural, animal. The door shut behind us, muffling them to echoes. In the car, Dre gripped the wheel tight. “Think he’ll crack?” “If he doesn’t, he’s dead anyway,” I muttered. “Either way, the tape dies with him.” We drove in silence back to the city.