Dating The Dark Novels & Stories

DARK SEVENTY: RECALLING THE HISTORY III Blake's POV: Bundles of warm breath, touching against just below my ear made me flinched a little as I forced my eyes to open. I carefully turned my back to see the giant, still sleeping oh so peacefully. It's pretty hard to move because of his muscular arms on my waist, and I urged myself not to chuckle at the sight of his half-opened mouth as drools drop off his lips. I peeked at the wall clock to see it's 7:25 in the morning as I let out a yawn. I carefully lift his arms off my waist cause as much as I want to sleep, I can't because we need to eat. Good morning, Blake. Time to get up now.

DARK DESIRES TRAPPED WITH THE MAFIA BOSS EPISODE FIFTEEN ALESSIA POV Dressed in a black short gown, Revealing my cleavages, I walked out of the room and met Hayden waiting there for me. He's dressed in his normal dressing code, A ripped jean, Expensive top and jacket on it with a cross bag too, He looks quite hot tonight. His eyes scanned my body immediately I got to where he's and smiled at me.

I’d sooner sleep under a bridge for the rest of my life! Brilliant dark eyes raked over her impassively. “Alrighty then... Go now, I have nothing more to say to you.” “Oh, but I do! I’m not finished yet,” Lara asserted with venom. “Three years ago, you came into my life like a dark shadow and you tried to destroy it. There is no human being alive whom I hate more than you! And why did you set out to wreck my life? Out of nothing more than arrogant vanity, selfishness, and lust. It didn’t matter to you that I was engaged to another man or that I loved that man. It didn’t matter that you might hurt him as much as you hurt me.”

She had let herself tumble into something dark, deadly, and intoxicating. She had let herself be his.

Something so ugly must have hurt. I drew my attention back to his cold face. I clear my throat before speaking. “Are you the Dark Alpha?” The man in front of me couldn’t be no more than twenty-five years old. From my recollection, the Dark Alpha was closer to being in his 50s. I stand in front of the desk while the strange woman is watching me warily from her perched position from the couch.

But no one can guess, whether it's light or dark. As for Simara, she deserved to be punished for her careless behavior. The wolves may have tortured her for information, but she can disclose anything. Dark stopped feeling the pain and emotions years ago... It is not his thing, but Dark will make sure a few of them get killed by him. (Just for fun) He smirked. "Motherfu****s." He mumbled a few curses. The words rolled out from his tongue as he is so proficient in the art of cursing.

When was the last time you ate? Me: Uh… Dane: Seriously? Me: I have a bad memory. Dane: My palm is twitching. Me: Sir! Dane: Yes? Me: Are you saying you want to… Dane: Spank you? Yes. One hundred percent. I squealed quietly, as if he could hear me if I were too loud. Everything about Dane was intense. Even when he was joking, he was intense. I’m literally an abuse victim. What the hell is wrong with me? Why do I like this? Why do I want this? This should scare me, but it doesn’t. I’ve read enough dark romance books with werewolf daddies, mafia men, and Doms to know it isn’t scary. That it can be good if done with the right person. The image of Dane Wetness pooled between my legs.

‘Irene,’ He says. ‘Oh, just fuck off.’ I tell him, before turning to Tyler. “Any updates on Dante or the darkness?” “As for Dante, I think he’s still lurking around in the pack. As for the darkness, Gia still can’t figure out how to find his location. My best suggestion is that we lay low until Irene’s older brother's coronation. It is just in a few days,” Tyler explains. I nod my head, I am still thinking about what he wants. Why is darkness stalking us? What kind of message is he trying to tell us? Sometimes, I have this inkling feeling that he’s trying to help us.

## DARK CONTENT AHEAD ## This isn’t your sweet fairytale. It contains twisted love, raw lust, broken minds, graphic sexual content, explicit language,brutal men, and dangerous obsession. If you're sensitive to violence, non-consent, trauma, or dark psychological themes — proceed with caution. You’ve been warned. Katarina POV They say you can pinpoint the exact moment your life splits in two…before and after. For me, it was 11 PM on a Friday night at the Velvet Rose nightclub.

“Hey, birthday boy.” A soft voice called from a few distance away. He glanced in that direction and his heart almost flew out of his mouth!! It was Annabelle and she was walking towards him. She had taken off her casual wear and was wearing a black bikini. His mouth opened involuntarily as she sauntered towards him. His eyes took in her hips as they swayed lightly. Her dark skin glowed as it was bathed in the dark moonlight and her stomach was slightly toned. Her appearance screamed beautiful but dangerous. She smirked as she reached him placed her hand on her hip. As if on cue, The DJ switched the song to 'Who’s that Girl' by MADONNA.