Light In The Dark Poem

They say darkness lives in us all... It's a lie, though. Because the darkness lives within me. Elara Temptation to sweet, lips too thick. When a handsome man invited me to a Halloween party,  I wasn't expecting to be drugged, abducted and offered as a human sacrifice for his dark cult, but I should've. Life had been miserable, and I'd never fitted in. So when death came for me, I welcomed it. Arms. Wide. Open. But Asher had other ideas. He stole me to kill me, but now? He keeps me just to play. His kisses left scars. His touches, fingerprints on my bones. But when he wakes the darkness in me, I realised he may just not like the monstrous little witch he created - Cross my heart. Asher. I had a job. Bring a woman to the circle just like my brothers had - kill the women presented, gain more power. It should've been easy. But then I saw her. My shadowed Vixen. Something whispered to me in the dark, a pulse in the air surrounding us. She felt different. She felt eerie and aloof, a mystery that lured me in. We had to know. I had to know. So I gave her a chance. Join us, or die. She laughed and told me she wasn't afraid of dying. So I made it my mission to drag her into my darkness, to toy with her until only a monster remained. And a monster was just what I got. Now, I'd do anything to get my girl back, even if it meant letting the darkness consume me, just so she could be bathed within the light - and hope to die.

I still didn't understand what he said. I couldn't think of anything I had done to hurt him. Maybe I was really clueless about what was going on in his life. I wiped the tears off my face with my sleeve. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have yelled." He said looking away. I sniffed. " So....was ...was..what we had...was our marriage...fake? " He sighed and remained silent. At that moment, I realized that the man I had loved and spent 10 years of my life with not only betrayed me by taking another wife but tried to take everything from me. He came into my life for revenge; he married me for revenge, and he loved me for revenge. Revenge for something I knew nothing about. On top of all that, we even had children. My Father was on his side, and he made me choose ...Divorce my husband and lose the right to being his only heir and lose custody over my children or get used to the fact that my husband married another woman and lived the rest of my life in luxury and misery. I can only hope that someone or something saves me from this hell hole.

Being raised by her grandma has always made her feel abandoned, like she was an orphan. Her rebellious nature was a sign of wanting to be heard, to be seen. She has always been fierce but from the shadows. A girl with a kind heart but not wanting to let anybody in. What happens when the past that shattered her childhood catches up to her? All the nightmares, trauma, and constant anxiety seem to resurface, and it seems like Avethandwa can only find solace in one man: Bangizwe Mboyo. Born to a Zulu woman and a Congolese father, Bangizwe is a troubled soul who seems to fight with his own demons, but for her, he'll fight her demons instead. Will their love be enough to fight against all odds and will it stand straight against all the storms that try hard to divide them?

DARK DESIRES TRAPPED WITH THE MAFIA BOSS SYNOPSIS •°•°• His fingers continue down, trailing softly along my shoulders and down my arms feel electrifying even though it's so light. "I feel guilty"He grumbled, His eyes trailed down my chest. "For what?"I stuttered, trying not to look at his enchanting eyes. His eyes flick into mine, Filled with lusts and desires at the same time. He leans down to me and presses his cold, soft lips to the crook of my neck. "For the things I'm going to do to you"He whispered darkly. •~• Fight depression, Get a scholarship, Get a good job after school, Work on her confidence, That was Alessia plan after her mom got married four months ago. Not until she found herself in a new life, Filled with guns, Violence and massacres. She has no other choice than to being on the run with Enea, A mafia lord to avoid being kil*led by his father.

This is the fourth book to the Bloodstone series. It can be read as a standalone, but it will have cross-over characters from the series. The dark realm is heavily guarded for a reason. Nothing good lurks beyond the border. Nothing good ever happens in a world full of darkness and evil intentions. But sometimes, you have to tempt fate to save your soul. Nesrin should know by now that tempting fate only leads to sorrow, poor decisions, and potentially deadly situations. But sometimes, the need to save someone else from their own fate clouds your judgement. What will Nesrin do when she goes too far down the rabbit hole? What will happen when she is on the brink of death, and the only thing that can save her is losing a piece of her own soul too? The clock is ticking, and the creatures lurking in the shadows can't help themselves when the chance to taste royal blood is on the line.

Description: Kyrian Volkov is not your typical Omega. Standing at 6'4", with the face of a god and the attitude of a king, the world sees him as a dominant Alpha model. But behind the glamour, he hides a fragile secret-a sensitive body and a craving to be taken care of. Lorenzo Moretti is a man of lethal precision. To the world, he is a ruthless Casino Mogul and the Don of the Italian Mafia. In the shadows, he is a brilliant Surgeon who decides who lives and who dies. He is an Enigma-rare, dangerous, and obsessed with control. What happens when the chaotic, sassy model crashes into the life of the disciplined, cold-hearted Doctor? Kyrian is used to breaking rules, but Lorenzo is the one who makes them. "He was the storm looking for a shelter. He was the silence looking for a heartbeat."

Harold missed our fifth anniversary. He said Rogues had attacked the border, and as the Alpha, he had to fight to protect the pack. However, the she-wolf who came to fetch him was dressed in a tight little dress and heels—she looked more ready for a date than a battle. Worried for Harold, I went to the Moon Goddess's altar to pray for his safety, like I always do whenever he's called to fight. However, on the way, a witch told me there was no war at the border at all. He lied to me. At that moment, I knew it was time to walk away. "I want to break my mate bond with Harold," I said. She turned the pages of an old, dusty spellbook. "Harold won't accept this. He was even willing to give up his claim to the Alpha title just to be with you." "I don't need his permission," I said. "I'm willing to pay any price." She sighed. "If your heart is truly set on leaving, I can brew a potion for you. One sip, and your scent will vanish from the pack's memory—as if you never existed. "However, think carefully. You'll lose your title as Luna, leave behind your home, your people. You'll start over somewhere new, where no one knows your name. Not even the Moon Goddess will be able to find you." I said, "I've made up my mind, I refuse to stay in a love built on lies. "How soon can I have the potion?" "Three days." Three days. Just enough time to say goodbye to everything I once called home.

For our third anniversary, my boyfriend claimed he wanted to 'broaden my horizons'. However, he was just waiting for me to step into the restroom from the moment we arrived. He immediately shredded my passport and every piece of identification I owned. Before I could even comprehend what he had done, he dragged me into an underground casino. He strutted in like he belonged there, greeting everyone along the way. "This one's premium, fresh from studying abroad!" I blinked at the massive men closing in on me. The black rose tattoos on their arms… They looked like the insignias of the Lyon family, the mafia syndicate led by my ex-fiancé, who was also their newly crowned Godfather. He once loved me obsessively, pursued me for eight years, and nearly forced me into marriage under the weight of his family's power. It took everything I had to escape that life back then. What just happened? One vacation, and I somehow landed right back into their hands?

Aerian – I was left on the doorstep of a woman as a newborn. My parents clearly did not want me. I am an angel, more precisely I am a dark angel. Instead of the normal white wings and feathers mine are black. The woman who raised me until I was 16 explained that I was special that I needed to be protected. She was also killed the next day. They were looking for me. I have been on my own since. I have been hiding in Maine for the last few months. I have kept to myself but apparently that was not enough to keep me from finding my mate. I will not give in to this bond. My life depends on keeping under the radar! Ruairi – I found her! I came across my mate working in one of my restaurants. She also happens to be the head chef. She has been avoiding me since I first came across her. I caught her cardamon and coffee scent called to me. There was another scent letting me know that she was a fellow supernatural, but I had never smelt that scent before. When I find her being held captive I know then and there that she needs my protection. She somehow escapes. She is determined to hide from me, but she underestimates me. What she does not know is that alpha’s love the hunt!

At a dinner party, my genius painter of a husband, Henry Shepherd, used his hands, hands insured for millions, to shell crabs for his young assistant, Tamara Lee. This was all to coax her into eating a few bites when she claimed she had no appetite. Meanwhile, I drank myself into a bloody mess, trying to secure investments for him. When I asked him to hand me some antacids, he refused without even looking up. “These hands are for painting. Use your own.” For ten years, he couldn’t even be bothered to change the way he treated me. That night, as I sobered up in the cold wind, I asked my lawyer to draft a divorce agreement. "Henry, in this vast, chaotic world, our paths end here," I said inwardly