Novel & Cerita Darkest Man In The World

The Magnus caught him. "Believe me...I have seen worser things than that," he stated failed to pretend he wasn't affected. Kaizer even though harsh and tough was not that evil to be not affected. "Really? Well, this world indeed offers a lot of worser things than this, I agree with you." Kaizer wouldn’t want to agree but this man was right. He shook his head at the dark memories he started to imagine. The Magnus continued walking and fell on his knees when he reached the room's darkest side.

They looked so sad, and if their eyes alone could tell their story. “Can you tell me about this exhibit, who is the photographer,” I said, lost in my thoughts. He laughed softly and it hit me, this is his exhibit, he is the photographer. He moved behind me and put his hands on my shoulders. “This woman is Yara, she escaped being raped in her village…” he continued the story of the Syrian woman and before I knew it tears were streaming down my face, likely making a mess out of my make-up. I felt foolish for judging him the way I did, he was telling stories of the voiceless, trying to bring global attention to their suffering.

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

Until I realized how deformed my life was. I loved a man, who made me see how life could be messy and complicated. I loved a man, who taught me how living can be harsh and scary. That sometimes, the Thank You, I'm Sorry and I Love You sounds so empty, sounds void. That kindness and goodness would take you nowhere. He made me see the other side of the world, its darkest reality. And it includes Him.

The room was dark and quiet, the only source of light being the fire place that burned and heated up the otherwise cold room. In the middle of the room was a large wooden table with a chair at both ends, Damian sat on one with Don and Leo standing behind him while Jamal Murray, a bald black man that looked to be in his mind forties with dark unforgiven eyes and a sharp cunning smile sat at the other with a stone faced guard standing behind him. Jamal was one of the few men who weren't born into this world but had managed to carve a place in it for themselves and he wasn't just some local boss running a small operation and raising his shoulders, He was the leader of the fucking Underground.

His eyes been those of blue, but right now surrounded by the bloody light. “Negin,” he murmured, and a curve reveal in his mouth. Whether those are of a smile or mockery, no one can be certain. His deadliest is something that causing the gentleness in him to somewhat turn into nothing but a mere dreading and frigthening of a sight. But this curve is a form of relief. The Negin is those of existence that is beyond this world knowledge, and this man in a dark suit is someone beyond it and know more than the discovery of this world that is consider forbidden yet.

I have only been the head of Darkness for 8 years and I must say that although it was hard for me to get here, I won it on my own merit and my men, those who are in the mansion at least are loyal to me, to the point of offering their lives for me , which I have never asked them to do but they simply feel they have to do it. We are the best on the whole fucking planet at what we do, we are the masters of the mafias, of the terrorist organizations, we are way above all of them, we have ears everywhere, we have people everywhere, but the best are in that mansion, they will not find anyone better than Max for long-distance missions, they will not be able to get information from someone quickly a

A terrifying energy instantly overwhelmed the old man. "He truly is the Wings of Darkness, the seventh-ranked assassin in the world." The astounded voice of the old man could be heard in the darkness.

He knew exactly what he looked like, and how that was affecting me. Attraction aside, I would never forget the type of man he was. He wasn't in league with actual Darkness like Nadia, but that did not make him pure and good as a whole. Washed in shades of grey, as the voices in the cavern had once told me. Dain Viotto, or the Game Master as he had become over the course of one hundred and seventy years, was the most dangerous person in this world.

A few of the young ladies were so overwhelmed that they passed out unconscious. The scene was horrific, utterly chilling! "Damn you! Just who are you!?" bellowed the last man standing. "You Dark World thugs think you can waltz into Rackaham and cause trouble? You must have a death wish." With the chaos then under control, Howard took his time, fixing the man with a composed gaze before speaking. He did not need to ask. He knew these were men from the Dark World, and their unique aura of bloodlust was unmistakable.