In Darkness And Despair Novels & Stories

Whenever the night fell deep and quiet, the familiar craving would flare up within me. It was an unbearable itch, like countless snakes writhing under my skin, always leaving me starving for more. Ever since my husband, Damon Neal, died in an accident, my body had been deprived of his touch and had grown increasingly insatiable by the day. I had exhausted every makeshift remedy at home, but it was never enough. I was at my prime age, where my needs ruled me so much that they painfully yet sweetly intruded on my daily life.

The intensity of his emotions threatened to consume him, but he refused to succumb. Entering the room, Haider was met with a scene that mirrored the depths of his despair. The darkness and dirt seemed to reflect his own inner turmoil, amplifying his sense of hopelessness. His heart pounded in his chest, its rhythm matching the erratic flickering of the lone lightbulb above. The weight of the past sins committed within those walls bore down on him, suffocating his spirit.

My skin works as an emotionless and heavy shield while everything inside me screams in pain, misery, and despair. My feet dragged over loose gravel as we neared the light, like an entrance growing, allowing the light to manifest and grow and casting light on everything around us, bringing me hope to be able to leave this darkness and showing all the horrifying things leading up to there. A young man with a dirty bandage all over his face, people missing limbs, open cuts, pale skin, rotten, dark, and empty eyes, while others only had dark endless pits where the eyes once used to be.

They could both feel eachother's weight on the door and their heavy heart beats thumping uncontrollablly hard on their chests. "Ronald," She finally gave in and called out to him. "Arya," he replied. "Ronald, this has to be the end for us, lets not chose to be blind to this, lets do the right thing," she said. "The only thing I think we are being blind to, is this burning desires in our heart, it's never gonna quench, Arya if we don't embrace it, its going to keep huanting us," Ronald chirped in.

This darkness has me trapped in it where no one could reach and drag me out of it, it has consumed me but I hope someday I will make it out of this darkness. The pain and agony aren't sharp like needlepoint or a knife but burn around my innards better than boiling water. Everything feels scalded and, move or not, I'm in more pain than I could have ever imagined was possible. A bullet would be mercy right now but an increase in the sickly morphine is the best I can hope for and I turned this into anger, wanted revenge, and sought for it badly.

So the only thing that’s gotten into her so far is his dick. Didn’t anyone survive? How could they know something like that? Why wouldn’t Logan tell me that? I could feel my head throbbing. Why did he keep hiding things from me? All he thinks of me is that I’m just a burden. Logan, your name repeated itself countless times in my mind. I could do that again, couldn’t I? Get into your subconscious. I want to kick your fucking ass right now, Logan Striker, you big idiot. I felt the darkness suck me out again. First it was my mind, and then everything around me vanished into pure darkness. Only a voice was heard, a tired sigh soon followed. I knew he was on his way, but I didn’t want to wait any

He's such a fan of him. Switching sides, aren't you? I just want to help you with your confusion. "Fine," I finally agreed even though it sounded like a dismissal. "Let's dance and get over with it." A crook smile plastered on Demitri's face. However, even with the smile, his face looked hard as ever like some sort of granite in its finest. And those eyes of his. Two pools of darkness waiting for someone to be drowned into it. He's like a walking tragedy, a storm that could destroy anything if he wants.

I closed my eyes and curled my body into a ball. Maybe I can just drown myself in here. I let the darkness consume me, wishing it would be forever. I never want to wake up again only to find myself still in this place...

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"

My body went rigid, every muscle locked in place as a voice—low, almost amused—whispered, “Back off before you get yourself into real danger.” A chill crawled down my spine. I wanted to move, to turn, to fight, but I couldn’t. My feet felt rooted to the ground, my breath caught in my throat. The darkness pressed in, stretching each second into an eternity. Then, just as suddenly as it had gone out, the light returned.