Luxury Dark Novels & Stories

He led me upstairs, a flicker of shyness in his tone that made me smile. When the door opened, my breath caught. The room looked like something out of a dream, or maybe a fantasy. The walls were dark, sleek, and modern, lit up with a deep crimson glow from hidden strips of light that traced the ceiling and bedframe. A massive black-and-red bed dominated the space, dressed in velvet textures and crisp layers, with soft golden lamps casting a warm contrast against the sultry red. Everything in the room whispered luxury, but in a way that felt intimate, like it belonged to him alone. By now I already know he's a lover of black.

LUSTRE I entered the dark room that was Alpha Luca’s office and for a second, my eyes had to adjust to the darkness. I'd never understood why Luca made his office into this kind of dark place with not even the tiniest light streaking in. The curtains were always drawn and the only source of light was a tiny flash bulb that wasn't even bright enough for you to see the face of the person next to you. The devil really thrives in the darkest places.

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

The dark corner was pitch black without a glimmer of light or moonlight. Zoey caught the faint smell of alcohol. Her palms against the man's chest felt solid to the touch. The fabric of the man's suit was of the highest quality because it was soft and comfortable. She was night-blind, so she couldn't see anything in the dark. Going by her gut and the familiar scent, she fell silent for a bit before whispering, "Laurence?" Like a stone thrown into the sea, her cries went unanswered. She was afraid of the dark. As time passed, the fear took her, and her lashes fluttered.

Arya snapped and he chuckled. "you are supposed to be home hours ago, what took you so long?" He asked. "Well, you you said you were having an all day out with your friends, I had to steal some time for my boyfriend," Arya replied. "Ouch, that hurts," he joked placing his hand on his chest and Arya laughed. She suddenly noticed the exotic decoration in her room. Table for two, covered plates, a bottle of wine and two glasses. Candle lights and roses all around.

My eyes fall shut, trying to keep the tears at bay. “I accepted the path of darkness for myself. I’m a vampire,” Lucas continues. “That’s what we are. That’s what’s inside of us. Darkness.” He slips one hand under me, and my heart swells in my chest. “I believed I could never be anything but dark. I let it consume me, and I told myself that’s how things were meant to be. For over a thousand years I clung onto that false truth…and then I met you.” A tear rolls down my cheek.

“It's not like that. It's not something you can get rid of. It's part of me; it's my other half. It's who and what I am. Don’t you see, I am the darkness! To get rid of it would be to get rid of me. I'm no good for you. I will only cause you pain and suffering. I am the darkness! I'm the monster everyone's afraid of. I'm the beast in the dark that children have nightmares of. I am the evil from the depths of hell and will only snuff out your light, little angel. You and I can never be together!” He said with a deep and rough voice. Smoke seeped from his body again, and a dark aura rose from his body like a shadow looming over her.

"This name will set the tone as luxury, sensuality, and the mysterious time when rules soften. It already has that dark-meets-light contrast you and Isla will be looking for. More importantly, this opens the intrigue for others to want to come inside and see. It will be the well spoken location around many water coolers and before business meeting conversations." I continued flipping through the presentation as I spoke. "The Velvet Hour is a space that reflects brightness and vitality, its space is a place that feels less like a hiding spot and more like a brilliant jewel box." My rendering gave them a magnificent bar, not heavy, but seemingly floating. "The central bar itself," I continued,

Asher admired how this floor seemed like a completely different world from the club down below. The Golden walls around them sported fancy faux oil lamps that gave the hall a calming glow. The carpets below their feet were blood red with golden accents and the doors to either of their sides were simple wood with golden overlay and gold metal plates displaying room numbers. Anyone with eyes could easily understand the higher the floors the more important the people were. Room 1510 appeared just to Ashers right. Taking a deep breath he motioned for David to knock, feeling it would be rude to just enter. Nodding David balled his fist and connected it with the door.

The limo was parked right outside the hall and we got in instantly, the chaffeur shut the door, making the world a vacuum of leasther and silence. The interior of the limousine was bathed in a dim, sapphire ambient light that made the midnight-blue silk of my dress look like deep sea water. He looked at me with a heavy gaze, hooded with a dark intensity that made my breath hitch. He reached for the console, pulling out a bottle of vintage red. He poured himself a glass, the liquid looking like dark blood in the blue light as he took a long, slow drink, his eyes never leaving my corner.