Darkest Man Real Name Novels & Stories

the young man extended his hand out to me, a ghost of a smile spreading over his lips, showing his white teeth. I shook his hand with a polite smile, but it soon faded with his next words, “I’m Dominic, an assassin. You know, destroying lives, one person at a time.” The look on my face must have given my thoughts away, I was horrified. An assassin? My hand fell slowly back toward my lap, trying not to look too alarmed at his words. He introduced himself as if that was every day’s job. “What did you do now?” Xander ran a hand through his hair, cranking his neck a bit to look at the man behind him as I crouched more down on my seat.

He was tall—sharp-edged like a jagged piece of glass—and devastatingly handsome in a way that felt dangerous. But he wasn't dancing or drinking. Hunched over. Then I saw the glint of something in his hand. A syringe. My stomach dropped. I knew men like this; men with too much money and too little soul. If he saw me, he’d hunt me just for witnessing his weakness. I scrambled behind a heavy velvet curtain, my heart hammering against my ribs. Just stay quiet, I pleaded with myself. Just let him finish and leave. Suddenly, my pocket vibrated.

Please I don't know why you guys heed me captive but I must say you got the wrong person I screamed but they rolled their eyes at me. "You have to listen to what I have to tell you, the boss must know about this but that would be self-pity if you didn't know your dirty little secret he whispered and I jerked his hand off my shoulder. "What are you talking about?'' I asked. Don't you know you're a killer and we drug you with aphrodisiac drugs, seems you couldn't remember anything about you and am not ready to reveal anything to you he muttered as tears rolled down my cheeks, I think you're punishing the innocent mind I know you're a mafia guard, but I think you've got me now and you know some

The tall man had also been watching him pound the stupid out of the punching bag just a couple of minutes ago. "Yes sir". Scorpion replied. SCORPION - Real name; Scott Newton, Nolan Armstrong's right-hand man ( personal assistant). He was in his casual clothing. Black pants, a black T-shirt and a black leather jacket. The dark shades he wore gave that intimidating aura just as he is. Intimidating. They started walking towards the exit door of the gym. "You're supposed to be in New Orleans in thirty minutes". Scorpion blurted staring at his Silver-lining Rolex, still walking beside Nolan.

"Dear Leo, The darkness that shadows your family runs deeper than you can imagine. Your father, Albert, is not the man you think he is. Three years ago, he committed a heinous act that still haunts the corridors of our city. The life he took was that of Jessica Morgan, his loyal secretary and our unsuspecting comrade. The incriminating evidence lies hidden in your mother's cupboard. Unlock the truth, Leo, and unveil the sins your father tried so desperately to bury. Beware the secrets that follow,

I noticed Dimitri was fuming, it was small, but I had seen it when he dealt with my father. “Alright boys,” Darius finally said, “We know you are lying, just come out of with the truth and we can make you a good deal to fix your mistakes. If you don’t, well, your Lord has some nice ways to make you say the truth that you wouldn’t like.” The man on the far left laughed, “Don’t call us boys! And for the last time we are not-” In the speed of light Dimitri got of his chair and put his fangs in the man’s neck, only a couple of seconds later the human fell to the ground, lifeless.

“It’s her.” Before they could reach her, a voice echoed from the shadows. “Ah, Mr. Black. I was hoping you’d come.” Damien froze, his eyes narrowing as a figure stepped into the dim light. It wasn’t Kozlov. The man was tall and lean, his sharp features partially obscured by a scar running down the side of his face. He wore a tailored suit, the contrast between his refined appearance and the grimy warehouse almost surreal. “Who the hell are you?” Damien demanded, his weapon trained on the man.

Lothaire opened his mouth and uttered his secret, which he never told to a soul. "I can manipulate darkness. The dark does my bidding. The shadows are my slaves," he said without even showing a hint of hesitation. He trusts her that much. Willow is blown away imagining the magnitude of his power. No one walking in the dark is safe from him. And now he can walk under the sun too. Willow realized she is looking at the most powerful vampire in this world. Not just a vampire but one of the powerful beings if any. No wonder he is a king.

The first man was Alejandro. Alejandro entered the room as if he owned it. Tall, dark-skinned, with a body sculpted from hours at the gym and martial arts. Broad shoulders, sharply defined abs, and a deep V-line visible above his low-slung sweatpants. His face was the perfect mix of rugged and handsome, sharp eyes and a dangerously attractive smile. "Miss Melanie," he said in a deep voice with a slight Spanish accent. "I'm first. I'm here to make you feel things you've never felt before. Pure pleasure… and delicious frustration."

This was the first time I encountered them and even until now, I can't still believe that there would be a group of men that are planning to ambush us. “Alpha Drake of the Moonlight Pack, it's been so many years that I never see you and… You have a lovely wife.” The man from the middle uttered and which made Drake to stay closer with me. “Alpha Dark of the Dark Pack, it's been also a long time, and I can't believe that you still had the plan to enter my territory.” Drake replied him on his cold tone. “I'm just visiting you, my friend, and also because I heard about the rumor about your lovely wife.” The man named, Dark uttered and which confused me.