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Everything went dark. ******

With my heart basically in my throat, I moved to straddle him, and Immediately, he raised his head, clearly shocked at the intrusion of his personal space. Well, you and me, buddy, I don't know what the hell I'm doing but— His eyes... damn... they were dark, intense, deep and sexy in a way that made it hard to look away from them. Those two dark beauties were shadowed under thick full lashes that made me want to kiss them just so I could feel the roughness on my lips. His full brows rested above; it was well carved and almost perfect. I swallowed, taking in his whole face.

DARK DESIRES TRAPPED WITH THE MAFIA BOSS Written By Adura EPISODE TWENTY (A SNEAK PEAK OF THE PAST) "I heard she's the only daughter of the Carmen" "So many deficiencies in the world, How could she be choose to be dumb?, Fate was so cruel on her" "Can't believe she can't speak" "She can't voice her own opinion" "She's such a curse" "Her hair is intimidating" "I'm sure she's a witch"

Every earthy, oversexed inch of him absolutely repelled her and there was a certain deadly attraction to that amount of revulsion… Christophe moved with the grace of a prowling tiger. He had the face of a dark fallen angel and the stunning magnetism of a very physical male. She studied the dark planes of his impassive features, the clear golden eyes set beneath winged black eyebrows and the savagely high cheekbones which lent such fierce strength to his face. Her gaze glossed over the stubborn jut of a decidedly Greek nose and the wide perfection of his narrow mouth before hurriedly falling away.

Napatitig ang dalaga rito. Halata sa mukha ng lalaki na may lahi dahil sa asul na mga mata nito. He has this messy taper fade haircut. Matangos na ilong at mapupulang basang labi na parang nangaakit na 'to ay halikan.

Heat warmed my cheeks, carrying embarrassment that quickly faded when Sarah herself erupted in a fit of wet coughing. When I finally managed to stop, I realized I felt different. There was this odd sensation dancing along my skin, like little bursts of electricity. As they burrowed deep, they melted into a blissful numbness that had my shoulders drooping and eyelids growing heavy. Goddess, what was this stuff? Coop rolled his head my way, “Nice, isn’t it? It’s official name is Dark Matter. Think of it as the magical version of weed. It’s blessed by a witch with an earth affinity, so it’s extra potent.”

Everything went dark. I woke standing in a bar. Men in leather biker jackets filled the room. The voices in the bar were so loud, I couldn't hear myself think. Then I saw him. I saw Matei. He stood behind the bar serving drinks to some attractive looking women. His smile to them was pure charm. They ogled him and giggled amongst themselves. He even drew the attention of several men around the bar. People shouted greetings to him as he jumped from customer to customer. The bell on the door clinked as the door opened. The bar grew silent as a dark haired woman with grey blue eyes walked through the door. Her dark curly locks framed her face and fell all the way to her waist.

We were both deep into our favorite meals when he finally said, “the perfect woman has long dark brown hair, thick and wavy or curly, something I can get lost in, and hold onto. It’s pretty much to her ass. She’s a bit shorter than me, but not a deal breaker. Her body is perfectly curvy, full chest, nice ass … she’s NOT a twig. I’m not a dog, I’m not feasting on a pile of bones. She’s smarter than me, she maybe speaks another language. We have to be completely compatible in bed, I mean it’s gotta be on fire. I can’t marry a girl that is boring in bed, shit I’d rather become a priest and I’m an atheist.

DARK SIXTY FIVE: DEJA VU Blake's POV: Why do I feel like something weird is really up? And if something weird is really up, this is stupid. Feeling my head, as I try to open my eyes, I hiss at the pain surrounding my head. I try to sit up on this ground, I wasn't lying on a bed, it's not a bed. As I try to sit up, I struggle with my back. When I got the strength to open my eyes, nothing welcomed my sight. I gasp when I don't seem to see anything, but black.

Threat materialising from the void beyond reality. The pack felt it immediately. Felt the weight. Felt the hunger. Felt the anger. This Dark was different from Dawn. Colder. Harder. More certain. More convinced that nothing was superior. More determined to prove that existence should be erased. “I am the Second Dark,” it announced. Its voice was ice. Was emptiness. Was absolute conviction. “I have come to correct the First Dark’s mistake. To undo its betrayal. To prove that existence is suffering and nothing is superior. To erase everything and return all consciousness to the perfect peace it should never have left.”