Is One Dark Window A Romance Novels & Stories

The car had tinted windows that were impossible to see through. The window to the back seat or owner's corner as I called it was rolled down. I blinked once. Twice. Still not believing who was staring me in the face. No one else but Lorenzo Fucking Demario. "Get In", He muttered and I just let out a sigh before continuing on my journey. "Get in except you want me to carry you in", He sneered. Seeing that I had no option but to adhere lest I cause a scene,I hopped in. Content with wedging myself against the door.

“Poor Kenton.” “Wait right here,” he said as he rushed from the room. I waited in silence while my mind tormented over what had happened to my lover. He seemed so strong that it was difficult to imagine him being forced into a subservient role. I was so absorbed in my thoughts that I didn’t even notice that Godwin was back until he placed a tintype of a very fat, very ugly woman on the table in front of me. “This is Serena,” he said. “She was a werewolf-vampire hybrid. Between what happened to his mother and sister and his fifty years as her sex slave, you can imagine the hatred he’d built up.”

She hoped his fancy private plane developed engine trouble and kept him imprisoned on the airport tarmac so he couldn’t keep his sleazy rendezvous. Hearing the throaty sound of a car engine, Electa slithered out of bed and walked over to the window to watch as his red Ferrari flashed up from the side of the house. Wow… He hadn’t been able to get away fast enough. Standing here watching him go, Electa felt as if he’d driven over her body without noticing in his eagerness to get to his lover. Tears developed. She blinked them away. The rolling waves of shock and hurt still played with the muscles around her stomach.

That’s why his darkness lured me in, because my darkness wanted to be freed. There was no denying anymore that I love him, I love him beyond anything you can possibly imagine. I wish I could run back, and tell him that but it would be of no use. As he said, he could never love me. And now, he hated me. How funny that my darkness is what makes him hate me, while it’s his darkness that makes me love him. Yes, how funny. To be Continued......

“You ask too many questions, old man, but to quench your hunger, I will tell you. I did not take her because Volkov was ready to sell her in exchange for peace. I took her because she was unique, charming, and smart. I stole her from the cold mansion of Russia to fill my home with warmth. She is my woman, Vitalli. Not a caged bird of Volkov anymore.” Valentine finished dismissing the matter while Vitalli’s eyes shined with an unknown light. His eyes once again met the silver orbs and deduced the innocence hiding in them. His lips puckered noting the rebellious act of Don Romero of plucking the flower from other’s field silently and hiding it inside his fist rather than showing it to the worl

“Why is it so dark? Please, turn on the lights, Anth.” I hesitated before pressing the soft buttons of the light switch and then the room brightened up. I heard her gasp first before my eyes took in the rose petals and unlit candles on the floor and on various pieces of furniture in the living room. My eyes scanned the room and spotted more rose petals, even the ones leading to the bedroom. The romantic setting of the place made my nervousness spike higher than before. “Did you do this?” I pushed every ounce of nervousness from my body and approached her then wrapped my arms around her shoulder. I placed my face against hers then kissed her cheek, feeling the softness of her skin and inhalin

I sharply commanded the driver, who also had a black mask on. The car lurched forward roughly as the driver pumped the accelerator lever. I cocked my gun and fired two shots in the air from the window. Then with a satisfied grin, I leaned back into the cushion of the car. The smell of cigarette was thick in the car as everyone was nursing a stick. I glanced at the unconscious girl's face, she was an half caste. I could tell from her skin colour, which was copper colored, and her long curly hair. I positioned her well so that her head was on my laps. It gave me the opportunity to study her facial profile well.

She knew now that although Hayden always sought the light when he was himself, when the wolf took over, its pain caused him to stay in darkness. She concentrated hard and said, “I see you. I know you think I’m afraid of you. I know this only fuels your rage and desire to kill. I’m sorry for not seeing you before. I see you now….truly see you. You are beautiful and strong. I am not afraid of you. I know you won’t hurt me either.”

Even though I love thrillers, romantic things like that are surely every woman’s dream, right? “You and your husband are the same,” Mariyam joked. “Me?” I chuckled softly. “I don’t know, maybe.” I wasn’t even sure how to answer. What if the romance they meant was different from the romance Miron meant? When my body experienced an orgasm, it was thanks to Miron’s punishment. Then, he gave me a pasca-sex treatment that probably no other woman would ever get. Isn’t that a form of romance? Like dark romance? “Aren’t you and Sir Miron going on dates like that on a cruise ship, too?” Mariyam’s tone sounded certain.

More… specific. I read romance novels and decided the first step to getting his attention was to make him see me as something other than Jane’s little friend. I started wearing shorter skirts when I knew I’d see him. Tighter tops. I’d pull my hair up to expose my neck, mimicking gestures I’d seen in movies. But he never gave me a second glance. Not until I went for the nuclear option. Last night, I sent him photos. Not just any photos. Explicit ones. Carefully angled, lit by the dim lamp in my dorm room, leaving nothing to the imagination. I sent them to his private email, the one I’d memorized from seeing it on paperwork years ago.