Luxury Dark Novels & Stories

Lydia replied. The group went wild. They hadn't expected Grace's message to get Lydia York out of hiding, since she usually lurked in the group chat without ever saying anything. Lydia was the founder of an international luxury jewelry brand called VERE Jewelry. Every piece that she made would be auctioned off overseas as a masterpiece. Even the rich women in Pamore thought her jewelry was a status symbol. "She has risen! Praise god!" Emily texted. "I'm doing an exhibit overseas, but I'll be coming back to Pamore in a few days. Let's meet up," Lydia replied.

*FLASHBACK* ~1517~ A nobleman sat in a chair in the living room entertaining his guest. Though it was a traditional setting, the living room was quite furnished and neat. Two chairs made of mahogany wood were on each side of a silver-ardorned table which was occupied with different delicacies of food. On the floor was a rug made of animal skin. At the adjacent side of the room stood a wooden shelf which housed different ornaments made of gold. It was quite clear to those who knew him and those who visited him for the first time that the nobleman was very rich and powerful. However within the exterior of the man was a soul pocessed with greed and drunk with power. The nobleman wanted more. He

Vampires can see clearly in the dark. A set of sofa, a big 64-inch LED, a bookshelf, and then again a book rack. Well, was he a bookworm? She don't know either, haven't thought about that. “Goodness, he does live in luxury which most people cannot even afford.” A cup of black coffee placed, or perhaps left, on the center table. Agnes could smell his strong aura in the lounge. A new sensation crept into her body, and she headed towards the center table.

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.

“No, Shitshaw. They’re cardboard decorations.” I ignore him completely. A silver Mercedes-Benz from what looks like the sixties gleams beside a black Rolls-Royce Phantom polished to perfection. At a distance sits a Ferrari so red it looks violent. Everything smells faintly of leather and money. It’s Luxury in the fucking atmosphere. “Woah. This is insane,” I mutter. Lucas leans casually against a worktable, watching me with open amusement. “A Victorian child seeing electricity for the first time. Touching.” I point at him without taking my eyes off the cars.