Darkest Man Real Name Novels & Stories

Feel the extreme pain. The man was silent and did not answer. Didn't even intend to see Stev's face on Daren's cellphone screen. He was too scared to face Stev, the leader of the biggest mafia. Stev looks at what Daren is doing behind the scenes with sleepy lips. He snorted loudly. "Who did he leak this to?" "Rudolf Zero. You know him, right?" Daren turned his gaze back to the screen. Stev nodded curtly. "The Mafia from Dalla who holds a grudge against me, is that?"

"I followed you from the mansion, I knew you were going to do something about the funeral shooting and I knew you were walking Into trouble. I hid in the cafe beside the bar and followed you with DARK." "What the hell is DARK? I asked. "It's one of the drones I built. That was why I could get to you in time when you got shot. And that was how I got a clear photo of the shooter." "You did what?" I exclaimed. "Yeah, I got his photo and ran him through facial recognition. He's a guy named James Nwosu, private military contractor, working for N.O.V.A." "Why the hell are you just telling me all these now, Micheal?" I asked angrily.

"And even the server has the moves of a seasoned warrior." "Absolutely. The Dark Shady Cartel's been in the killing game for centuries, maybe even a millennium. They're no joke," Yoel agreed with a nod. Mid-conversation, the corridor filled again with the sound of approaching footsteps. Soon after, a man in his fifties strolled in with Jazzy at his side. "Master Howard, a pleasure to meet you. Let me introduce our boss," Jazzy gestured toward the middle-aged man. "Master Howard, I'm Darius Pearson," the man said, taking a seat on the couch beside Howard and giving him a look.

“Good, because between the Grand Coven and the VC, I’m about ready to go live off the grid and answer to no one.” “You don’t have to live off the grid to answer to no one,” he says, coming back out and buttoning a white dress shirt. My stomach tightens when I look at him. I swear Lucas could wear anything and make it look sexual. Because right now, wearing black dress pants and that button-up shirt, he’s looking like an undead Christian Grey who’d love to play with me all night. “I don’t answer to anyone but myself.” I cock an eyebrow. “And you,” he adds with a grin.

It was dark and lush. "Well, Hello Drake or should I call you.... Finn?" the man said in a cool menacing tone, sending shivers traveling down Drake's spine. The adrenaline from sudd en shock pumped through his system, pushing his heart rate into unhealthy territory. There were only two people who knew his real name. Racheal and his brother. It can't be?!. He willed his breaths to come out steady. He gulped, ensuring he could still find his voice. This can't be true right?

His face was pale and he blinked his eyes. "What the fuck." Ace sneered and charged towards him. "Dude.. what you did? You know them?" That man said pointing his finger towards us. "Leave them. Don't You know Him? The DRK. He...He is a real monster. What have you done? He is called the Dark king. If... if they are related to Him anyhow...." looking at Ace's face, he said with a terrified face, "We are doomed. No.... we are dead. Painfully, lethally." He was shaking his head frantically.

I asked, my heart pounding in my chest as I squeezed through the tight space. "Trust me," he insisted, his eyes glinting with determination. "I know what I'm doing." "Alright," I sighed, taking a deep breath to calm my nerves. We reached a small room hidden behind a false wall, and the mysterious man closed the door behind us. It seemed like a temporary safe spot where we could catch our breath. "Who are you?" I asked again, hoping for a more detailed answer this time. The man hesitated, as if weighing his options, then finally spoke. "My name is Damian, and I used to work for Mr. B. I was one of his most trusted associates until I realized how twisted his operation was. I've been trying to

His name was Chris Wayne. The dark man recognized Wayne and advanced to him. He reached him, and as they shook hands, he regarded the young man. He was a boy of either twenty-four or five. Looking at Wayne, he thought sourly; what a bright-looking boy. Though years of shabby living had etched its mark on his face. “Have you got it?” The dark man asked. “Let's take a walk,” Wayne replied, and led him away from the other men playing cards, and down the street, they went.

Finally, he gives me a half-smile and lets me step in. This is one of the darkness’ vault located underground in nightshade pack, it’s like a fucking enormous mansion in here, different shadows passes by the room, all of the darkness’ men live here, you can’t even pass by without seeing someone holding a gun. The moment the darkness sees me, he stands up from the couch, holding a glass of whiskey, one lazy smile at me has my legs growing weak. He approaches me. “Hey.” The darkness says, till today, I don’t know his real name; he said he would tell me when the time is near, he said I should trust him.

“I am Mbah Franklin known as Spiritus. There`s Emeka Lovett alias Moister, the guy who ruined his beloved auntie from her life savings. So as to bounce like a strong man business with the wife. Followed by Wanyu John Paul, known as El Tremor then Bejuka Clinton alias Brando. Popularly seen like girl`s choice, the baby sugar. The last person whom most of us don`t know and has never met is called Dark Messiah. He operates in the dark and in cryptology. We suspect is an important personality. He`s the strong man of the cartel. He knows us but we do not know him.