Luxury Dark Novels & Stories

I walk past him with my gaze to the marble floor and open the door to my prison for the next few days. As I enter the suite, I'm struck by its breathtaking beauty. I close the door behind me and walk further inside, taking in the entire suite. The room is very spacious and open with high ceilings and large windows blocked off by white curtains. They block direct sunlight whilst still filling the room with an abundance of natural lighting. The walls are decorated with detailed tapestries, depicting different places. Probably the different kingdoms in the Invisibil Isles. At the centre of the room, there's a beautiful four-poster bed, draped in crimson silk and surrounded by fluffy pillows and

I shot back. Leon stepped closer, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “You think she’ll choose you over the rest of us? You’re living in a fantasy. The darkness will become her, and as I force it on her, it will be intoxicating. I’ll make her want it. And when she does, it won’t be you she turns to. It’ll be me.”

But the anger and heartbreak stabbed so deep that I couldn't bring myself to turn away. Enduring the torture and turmoil, I forced myself to walk toward the observatory doors. They were slightly ajar. I held my breath to press close and listen through the gap. Serena's cloying and clingy voice came from inside. She teased coyly, "Professor Thorne, you seem to especially like seeing me in red." Lucas' voice followed, low and tinged with slight exasperation. "Keep it down... Someone might stumble upon us." "What's there to be afraid of?" Serena drawled, her tone deliberately sulky. "It's so late. No one's around."

DARK SIXTY SIX: THE SENSE OF THIS Luca's POV: Third person's POV: Laying on the ground, were the two love birds, sharing warmth under the night sky surrounded by the shiny stars under the domination of the moonlight. It was so soothing that neither of the two of them wanted to get inside where they were supposed to be now. The breeze was cool, enough for them to find the heat from each other, as the shadow of trees made it more beautiful to their sight.

I reached out and opened the door, revealing the dark office of Julia peters. My heart skipped a beat. I hadn't realised in my fear the day before that the office was unnaturally dark. The only light available was from a lantern at the farthest corner of the room. I thought someone like that should be able to afford to buy thousands of bulbs and chandeliers. I shrugged and looked around the room then I noticed a movement from the corner of my eyes and there she was. Seated in her chair, staring at me. No not me, Roddy.

Skylar's POV "You can come in now," I hear Andrei callout through the open doorway. Already too tired to even care what's about to happen, I walk right into the room. And wow, is it ever beautiful. The room is large, but not to the point that even furniture couldn't fix that problem. Unlike my room, I see there's an open doorway near the bed that leads to a bathroom, and another off to the left probably leading to a closet. The walls are a nice Mocha Cream colouring which perfectly compliments the touches of grey and golden-brown on the bedspread. A few different pictures spread out around the room to rid of any emptiness on the walls.

More like another Hall. I stepped inside and the lights automatically went on, almost blinding me for a second. I pinch my eyes together to get used to the brightness before taking in the content of the room. Offcourse, this place has a bloody bar room. I scanned every part of the room before fixing my eyes back on the wooden glass shelf. They were huge floor to ceiling multi layer glass shelves. Bottles of every kind of liquor I have had ever seens were arranged sophisticatedly on each racks. Beautiful wine glasses of different shapes and sizes were adoring the glass cabinets on either side of the shelf. Dark marble countertop and four bar stools just like some expensive night club sat oppo

Pakin’s P.O.V The Lux was a sensory overload the moment we stepped through the heavy velvet curtains. The air was thick with the scent of expensive cologne, sweet vape clouds, and the electric hum of a bassline that vibrated in the very marrow of my bones. Neon strips of violet and gold sliced through the dimness, casting long, shimmering shadows across the crowded dance floor. It was the kind of place where the wealthy came to forget their titles and the reckless came to find a thrill.

A dooster with eyes like chips of obsidian scanned her, his gaze lingering on the platinum collar, then nodded her inside. The interior was a sensory assault of dark luxury. Blood-red velvet drapes, black lacquer, low lighting that pooled like liquid shadow. The air thrummed with bass and the scent of expensive perfume, sweat, and ozone. It was crowded with the city’s elite deviants, beautiful people in artful states of undress and restraint.

he raises one to my view, “has one of the rare and expensvie vintages stored.” “Chateau su Sang Noir eighteen ninety-six,” I spell out as he hands it over. “What does that mean?” “Black blood estate. This one here,” he points to a bottle shaped oddly, “is Tenuta Marevelenata eighteen ninety-nine. Means Haunted Sea estate.” “If you look at it that way, this place is haunted with the presence of the maiden.” We burst into laughter at how ridiculous it sounds. “I’ll say we start with this for now. If you may, my kind sir.”