Kiss Of Darkness Novels & Stories

Weird,usually he isn't free for anything but work. We went to the bookshop first and there it was, the books I wanted. Books by Ana Huang. The trainer was a boy, dark haired and tall. "Would that be all, pretty girl? ", he asked with a flirty smirk. " Yes,... " I was about to thank him when Rowan answered. "Is that all love? " while snaking his arms around my waist and giving me a kiss on the forehead. "Yes? ", confusion took over my entire face. And the guy was staring straight at where his hand was.

He put his palm on the wall as he moved closer to me and caged me in his strong arms, leaving me no space to escape. “Serena!” he spoke, bringing his lips close to my ear. Everything of his was intimidating including his hoarse voice. After all, he was the devil himself. “Hayden…” I couldn’t take proper breath as his fingers started to stroke my cheek. He clenched his jaw as he brought his finger close to my lips and his eyes darkened. The next thing he said scared me to the core. “I don’t understand if I should kiss you or kill you.” Though I was sure I wouldn’t die in his hands, I could not stop shivering. I looked into his tear-filled eyes which were gleaming with millions of emotions. He

She must go but Klarisse pulled her hair even harder, she felt some strands broke off. "Yes you are, my slave. So here you'll stay!!" Klarisse dragged her to the kitchen and she pulled the coffee maker where the coffee was brewing. Klarisse poured all of the hot liquid to Kara's back and all she felt was a numbing scorching pain. She wailed in pain. It was not enough, Klarisse dragged her down to the dark basement and threw her down the dusty floor. "For you to learn your lesson!" and there Klarisse shuts the door, she could hear the locks clicking. And Kara was left in agony with her scorched back and her fear of darkness.

His dark blue boxer-briefs strained at the seams to control his manhood. He dropped slowly to his knees in front of me, and I rested my fingertips on the muscles of his broad shoulders. He looked up at me, dark eyes burning, as he slowly took my breast in his mouth. I gasped as he surrounded the pink nub of my nipple with warmth. He kissed the soft flesh, nipping gently, making me arch my back and moan.

"A kiss." I blinked at him in surprise. Silence spanned between us. The spectators around us felt like they held their breath as they watched me. "I'm sorry, I don't think I heard that right." "A kiss, Kira. Kiss me." My brow furrowed. "Excuse me?" "You heard me," he growled. I scanned his face. He looked dead serious. I cringed. Did I really have to kiss this... creature? Monster seemed too harsh a word, but he certainly wasn't a man. Where did I even kiss him? His skin was a greyish-blue with numerous crags and scars.

When he looks down at me, it's clear he's realising how façade is falling apart, and he can't come back from it. "Don't come looking for her. She will decide on her own free will whether she wishes to return here," Kastriv growls, grabbing my good arm, helping me to standing, before the world around us suddenly starts to dissolve. My eyes squeeze shut as my stomach drops, the floor opening up from under me, plunging us into darkness. All I can do is cling to Kastriv and allow silent prays to fall past my lips, before my feet are touching ground again, and my eyes tentatively blink open.

“My strength. My darkness. My everything. Make me feel it all.” The kiss turned even more intense, their bodies locked in raw, passionate rhythm against the desk—hands exploring, breaths mingling, hearts slamming as one. The alliance wasn’t just strategy anymore. It was this: two predators finally claiming each other completely in the heart of the storm, bodies and souls colliding with desperate, soul-deep hunger.

"We've also uncovered multiple organ trafficking contracts. Under the guise of charity, Dr. Callaghan used her clinic to house terminally ill patients while secretly facilitating organ sales. Among them…" She slid another document before me, saying, "Your corneas, kidneys, and liver were already reserved." The shock made me jump up from the couch. "What? They… They planned everything all along to have me die that soon? This is outright murder!" I clutched my chest, overwhelmed and struggling to process the revelation, as I tried to calm my spiraling emotions.

I breathed, my fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck. The psychological intensity was explosive. He didn't want an apology; he wanted the darkness. He kissed me—a brutal, salt-and-mercury kiss that tasted like the end of the world. It was the coldest kiss I had ever felt, yet it ignited a fire in my veins that the Sovereigns could never extinguish. His human hand tightened on my waist, pulling me closer until I could feel the rhythmic, jagged thumping of his heart against my own. "You are the only one who knows the truth of my darkness," he growled against my mouth. "And now, you will never be able to escape it."

When she remembers how he ate her, she feels like peeing. Dark grinned and had no intention of running away from his girlfriend. She was only wearing nighties, so he could easily remove them. He could also glimpse her undies when her one leg lifted up as she moved away from him. A mischievous smile formed on his lips, and he seemed to be eagerly meeting his girlfriend’s gaze. “Damn, you fucking are so hot, baby!” Dark said in a hoarse voice. Natasha moaned and couldn’t pull herself away from the young man as his kisses began to creep from her leg and up her thigh. His lips crawled on her leg like a snake. One of her legs lifted up spontaneously when Dark’s hot lips reached her middle thigh.