Luxury Dark Novels & Stories

My body is tired and aches because of sitting for such a long time. I look around me and don’t see anything. There is darkness all around me. I had found the door with quite a difficulty. I feel like I have become blind. This darkness has started to creep me out. The never-ending silence is making me insane. I want to hear the voice of someone else. I am sick and tired of this loneliness. This loneliness is eating me from the inside.

DARK DESIRES EPISODE FIFTY SEVEN We arrived at the party late at night, The exterior was filled with cars and of course jeeps. The Mafia men will look for every opportunity to show their wealth at every chances given. "You're going to the lots of nagging today"Tyler smeared,I scoffed before putting on my ear pods. We both walked into the hall,The strippers laced at the entrance sashayed their way sexily to me,I scoffed and pushed them away gently.

He was always busy with something, especially women. “Yo! Carter, my man! Tell me, how is it going?” his voice came through the phone speaker, very excited. The noise in the background gave away the fact that he was in the club as per usual. I scoffed softly. “Well, I need two ladies at my penthouse now. You know just the way I like them. I want them dark haired, about five feet seven inches and very curvy. You know, all the work.” I said. “Oh! That's what's up man! You know what? You, my friend, are in perfect luck. I have got just the perfect ones for you. I will have them sent to your home in fifteen minutes and you can have them all to yourself all night long,” he teased me.

Adrian’s Bedroom – Topmost Floor of the Mansion The elevator opened to reveal a hallway with three doors. He headed to the one on the extreme left and on opening the door,a massive space cloaked in sleek, dark tones was the first thing that came into sight. Adrian’s bedroom was nothing short of a luxury suite—walls lined in obsidian and charcoal-gray, ambient lights dimmed low to keep the atmosphere calm and somber. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the sleeping city below, their view veiled behind thick black drapes.

Maera We entered into another's chamber. Krishna paused. So did I. The room breathed down on my neck an untamed power. But amongst it was a calming presence. Cushioning and gentle. Unlike the Lycan, Korran. It felt like something I could lean on. It felt like protection—a powerful kind. But amidst that deep cinnamon smell laced with a hint of strawberry, something else lingered in it. Metallic. Dark. And filled with secrets. I turned to see Krishna conversing with someone, tall with almost the same posture as Korran. Then it registered on my mind that he produced that raw power and intoxicating scent. He was the second Lycan brother.

This one screamed fanciness and wealth. Even the people that were dancing or simply sitting didn’t look like poorness is a friend of theirs. I highly believe that they don’t know what it is. The purple and blue light gave this place a sexy and even charming vibe with the very dimmed light coming from the chandelier. The booths and the bar were elegantly made, it was clear that the owner spent a good amount of money. Dimitri’s song ended and Sway followed and I swear I heard him scream in excitement.

Unknowingly, my nerve cells started to respond to the circumstances. The two of them didn't seem to notice that there was someone else besides them as they were lost in their world. They appeared to be close friends and both of them were radiating in the room. One was blessed with light brown pastel coloured eyes which seemed as sweet as sugar and the other one was blessed with black coloured eyes which seemed as deep as the sea.

“If you keep up with that, you're gonna leave me with a bruised arm,“ She eyed his grip, with clenched teeth. “Fucking let go already.“ “Just one night,“ Arthur rasped, tightening his grip around her waist. Standing on the dancefloor, with the multi-coloured chandelier directly over their head, Arthur knew he was prone to getting attention. It was a bold move standing at that spot longer than a minute. A very bold move, for someone who dreaded scandals. “Let me go! I've seen your likes, dealt with them…“ “I doubt anyone could be as agonized as I am. So no, you haven't seen my likes as I'm the only one of my kind,“ “If you're willing to wager your life just for a night with some random

He punched a quick code into a digital keypad that popped and the door clicked open. He led me inside, and I gasped softly. The room looked like a luxury lounge and a secret speakeasy had a baby. The lighting was incredibly dim and moody, with soft golden lamps casting long shadows. The walls were covered in dark, expensive wood panels, and velvet curtains hung from the ceiling. It felt exclusive to the highest degree.

When the housekeeper pushed open the double doors to her private suite, Grace stopped dead in her tracks. The space was a flawless realization of a "Grounded Luxe" aesthetic—monochromatic earth tones, rich charcoal linens, and custom-carved dark walnut furniture that looked both ancient and sharply modern. A massive glass wall looked out into a private, high-walled courtyard filled with weeping pines. It was undeniably stunning, a premium sanctuary that would cost a fortune anywhere else in the world. But to Grace, as she looked at her leather suitcases already lined up neatly against the stone wall, it felt exactly like a luxury isolation cell.