Novel & Cerita Darkest Pit

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.

Blake's sobs soon followed at the sight of nothingness, darkness and that one hole on the ceiling. "L-luca, p-please. Get me o-out of here, p-please." Sobbed Blake in despair, his lips quivering in fear. The shivers didn't stop to crawl on his skin, as the thought of not getting out there forever started to eat his soul. He crawled backwards until a cold wall hit his back, as the sound of chains echoed around the dark room.

The Dark Sorceress was a force to be reckoned with. "She is." "She is coming for you. For Cara." His jaw clenched. He rolled up the sleeve of his right arm. I stood astounded as he reached into the flame with his bare hand and yanked out the metal arrow from were it pierced the floor. The fire was extinguished leaving only the mark of the ancient symbol.

“So? You didn’t do that! Why would you hide this?” It made no sense to me. “Get in.” With that, he got inside the car and slammed the door behind him, leaving my questions unanswered. “Isn’t the sunset pretty?” Dominic questioned out loud, his eyes looking upwards as he started in complete aw. “I’m more focused on the twenty innocent bodies that were slaughter for god’s know what reason that psychopath has and the fact that their fucking families will never know where the hell they are and will forever remain hopeful that one day they will magically appear on their doorstep when in reality they are long dead. But yeah, the sunset’s pretty.”

It was unlike any other opulent room I'd seen or read about in the billionaires' stories. A dark hue adorned the room. Black paint covers all furniture and curtains. A shelf on one side featured a variety of tools, each with a menacing and jagged appearance. I shuddered when I saw the soiled spanking bench with its old and ominous leather surface. The room's purpose was to intimidate and exert dominance. It dawned on me that the chamber was not just a regular space, but one intended to instill dread and control. When I realized how real everything was, a deep terror overcame me, leaving me gasping for air and itching to escape.

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.

Asher's POV Staring up at the large casino like building before him Asher steadied his heartbeat as he exited a taxi. Lights lit its 20 story walls, flashing from different shades of red, blue, and green. The words 'La Fiet' glowed golden above the double door entrance where a man clad in all black stood checking ID'S of patrons. The place seemed as grandiose as he had heard and immediately all he could think was, what am I even doing here?

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

“It's not like that. It's not something you can get rid of. It's part of me; it's my other half. It's who and what I am. Don’t you see, I am the darkness! To get rid of it would be to get rid of me. I'm no good for you. I will only cause you pain and suffering. I am the darkness! I'm the monster everyone's afraid of. I'm the beast in the dark that children have nightmares of. I am the evil from the depths of hell and will only snuff out your light, little angel. You and I can never be together!” He said with a deep and rough voice. Smoke seeped from his body again, and a dark aura rose from his body like a shadow looming over her.

Darius explained calmly. “Well this is just a waste,” Dimitri muttered. He settled his eyes on my father and I again. He walked up to me until our chests were only inches apart. He looked down at me and looked with pity. He grabbed my chin and spoke, “How sad that you were brought too. If you had remained put wherever you were you could have lived your mediocre life, but now you know and have seen too much… Kill them both.” Dimitri let go of my chin and returned to his throne. Shock coursed through my body and panic through my veins. No way that I was going to be killed only because my father made a deal with the wrong people. I was not going to let this happen!