Darren Hardy: Books Novels & Stories

Like oh, this is where you run off to when you feel the need to avoid me? Or this is the peace and solitude you've been enjoying all by yourself? My eyes suddenly caught a book resting on a table just beside me. I picked it up, my eyes widening in surprise as I read the title aloud. “Taking charge of your finance...” I didn't need to turn to know Robert had come right behind me. I could feel his warm breath against the back of my neck. “...By Robert J. Hardy. I didn't know you write.” I finished with a gasp.

Darren’s nose cringed. He felt the urge to trash away the books into the garbage, but after a moment of hesitation he picked one and read it. His knitted brows didn’t loosen until he put it down. The content of the books were even more shocking than their titles. Darren felt the need to wash his eyes after reading it.

Anna’s apartment was quiet except for the ticking clock and the soft patter of rain against the window. It was just past midnight, and she sat cross-legged on her bedroom floor in an old tank top and tiny cotton shorts. Twenty-three years old, working at the dusty bookstore downtown, and tired of her boring, safe little life. No boyfriend. No excitement. Just books and fantasies that made her blush when she read them alone at night. Tonight felt different. She had found the old leather book two days ago in the basement of the store, hidden behind broken shelves. No title. Just strange symbols on the cover and thick yellow pages filled with Latin. Something about it called to her. She brought

I hung up, and smashed the phone against the wall. Damien Blackwood. Slippery bastard. But I’d find him. And when I did, the torture would be legendary. ********************************************* RAVEN’S POV: I sat on the armchair in the dusty corner of my secret hideout, an abandoned warehouse on the edge of the city, The old bed creaked under Damien’s weight, his chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. Shirtless, skin pale under the single bare bulb, wounds stark in the light. The bullet hole in his shoulder oozed fresh blood, the flesh around it swollen and red.

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he smiled awkwardly because of my reaction "I'm sorry if you're uncomfortable," repeated Daren to me "Ha? It's okay. Hey, how about we watch something while waiting for the rain to stop? " "Of course, that's a good idea. Come here," Daren walked, and I followed him. Luckily the awkward situation got better after we watched it. Daren also showed me a lot about himself. He has a superior room for each of his books, mostly novels with various genres. I enjoy every single thing I do with him. As Daren said, when the rain stopped, he also escorted me back to my apartment.

It wasn't just one book it was more like a series kind of book, though still about the same people. In this book, I read about Hardin—how fvcked up he was and how messed up his life was.. How he almost broke Tessa with his shits and dumps and one thing came to my mind.. I am worse than Hardin.. Not only am I fvcked up but my life is a total fvck up.. And not only will I break the people I care about but I'd kill them, even before I know it.