Dr Julia Hoffman Dark Shadows Novels & Stories

How many more dark shadows would darken my life? “I can’t believe you didn’t give up your firm for my happiness. This man is a monster,” I screamed at her as loud as I could after biting Kevin. I wished I had run away, but he quickly grabbed my hand. I thought he was going to get mad, but he started laughing sadistically. He was enjoying our argument, our misery. I didn’t think there were such people in the world. I didn’t realize that the man I had sworn my love to at the altar was, in fact, a man without scruples, without a heart. He was actually a monster. He physically blocked me, but that wasn’t the worst of it. Emotionally, I was a wreck. Everything I had heard so far was swirling arou

I snapped my mouth shut and flipped a bird at his departing figure, to which Lila laughed. "Yeah, that'll show him Eva." Lila joked as she pulled her arm from mine and walked over to see if Fenris had gotten everyone's rooms situated, leaving me standing in the middle of the grand foyer, looking up at the chandeliers overhead. "For the record Beta, I would be honored to teach you a thing or two, after all, you've taught me so much." I felt his presence before he spoke and yet his words and warm breath so near my ear still made me jump with a start. Julien smirked at me as he walked past me and followed Lila. The bodyguards were all here for Lila's protection, she was the jewel of Dark Fore

When Jenna asked her for money, he hardly gave her bucks as a reward for bearing his whips. She never imagined him like this, even had no idea he was something inhuman like this. He was such an expert at hiding his dark side from the world and portraying her as the torturer and gaining all sympathies. It was one of his ways of torturing her, but she bore it with courage. He had mistresses, affairs, secret drug business but it was all unknown to Jenna before their marriage. The night she learnt about him couldn’t let her sleep or stop crying for a second.

"H-How? We saw your body. We had a funeral. Where... have you been?" Julia could only make a light smile for Trevor. "It was my stepbrother, Damon. He took me, locked me up in a dungeon-like room because he couldn't accept that dad has named all the properties for me and he discovered I was planning to pass everything to Atlas once he turns in legal age. He kept me there like a prisoner. I've been waiting... waiting for any of you to search for me, to save me. Little did I know, Damon has faked my death and while I was holding on to my very last hope, you were all here believing I was gone so you chose to just give up." "No. That's not true—"

One more lie had been erased. He walked to the back of Marcus’s SUV and used a finger to write in the layer of canyon dust on the rear window: SILENCE. He then took the laminated card—the same design as the one left for Julian—and placed it in Marcus’s lifeless hand. The silk has been cut. The Shadow’s Return Silas climbed back up the ridge, disappearing into the scrub brush as the first hints of a cold, grey dawn began to bleed over the horizon. He moved with the same deliberate, unhurried pace.

“Or we pull the lures and root the rat who placed them.” “We do both,” Vivian said, like a door closing quietly. “Shadow teams remove the eyes. Watch teams re-stitch the line. We leave a false pattern for the lookers to congratulate themselves on.” She turned to me. “Clara, you run with Jasper. You know the smell of the oil.” Jason bristled. “She’s still green. And—” His gaze flicked to my chest, just once, the way one looks at a wound to make sure it’s still closed.

"And the third?" "Gregory Hoffman. He was the most direct. Said he knew exactly what we were bringing in and wanted to buy in bulk. Mentioned specific quantities that matched what we have coming in the shipment." That made Anna look up. "He knew the exact quantities?" "Close enough to be concerning. Either he has very good intelligence or he is working with someone who does." "Or both." Anna closed the file and tapped her fingers on the desk. "You said they all have connections to the same financial investigator. What is her name?"

They held my funeral on a drizzly day. Francis stood by the grave, decked out in a black suit, black umbrella in hand, his face a mask of nothing. The casket was sealed tight. After a fall from the 18th floor, there was not much left to show, and not even the mortician could work miracles. Nora was at his side in a black dress, her sobs barely a whisper. Bernard loomed nearby, his expression dark as storm clouds. The rest of the clans had shown up, pretending to grieve, but really, they were all watching to see if the Davis family would crumble, if Francis would break.

“If you hadn’t given me food and a place to stay, I would have frozen to death on the streets already.” He squeezed her even tighter, his broad palms covering most of her back. He wasn’t letting go. Julia tried catching her breath. Her chest was pressed so tightly to him that she could barely inhale properly. Her hands hovered awkwardly, unsure whether to pat him or push him or simply endure the hug. William Austin—Rochester’s feared Dark Lord, a man whose name alone made entire syndicates tremble, was holding Julia with the desperation of someone afraid of losing a lifeline.

Jacob stopped looking, pointing at Damon's hand-- He took it into his grip before he died. "Great!" Ann grabbed the black orb into her hand, yelling, "Now The Shadow can finally be mine!" "What?!" Jacob turned around, eyes fixed on Ann with pure shock written in there. Ann could see in Jacob's eyes-- She just showed her true self in front of the ONE person who had always believed in her. "Jacob, I can explain!" Ann pointed the suitcase on the ground, "That's the blood from the heard of an alpha! It will waken The Shadow completely!"