Modern Dark Film Genre Crossword Novels & Stories

“Turn off your camera, Leke.” He did. She turned hers off too. Then she spoke into the dark. “Tell me what you want.” His voice came back softer, rougher. “I want to know what it feels like… to be seen the way you see the characters in those books. Not just read. Seen.” She exhaled slowly. “Then come over tomorrow night. Bring nothing but yourself. Door code is still 1994.” A long pause. “Green?” he asked half joke, half prayer.

“It’s tacky… like red lipstick on your collar.” “What the hell are you talking about?” “The lady left her signature… chérie,” she dropped in a sweet tone. “Her perfume… It’s all over you.” Christophe’s eyes splintered into hers, alight with disturbing mockery. A slumbrous smile of staggering charisma glued her gaze to him. “What a wonderful private eye you would make... I can see you sheltering from the rain in a doorway, watching out for the evidence of some poor bastard cheating on his wife! Unhappily for you, Lara, I’m not a married man.”

Romano replied, "Certainly, I'm eager to hear the point." Directly looking into his eyes, Leo asked, "Who are you?" Upon hearing this, Mr. Romano burst into hearty laughter and said, "Come, let's go with me." After Mr. Romano's invitation, Leo followed him through the dimly lit corridor. They proceeded towards a spacious lounge adorned with black sofas and walls painted in a dark grey hue. Mr. Romano and Leo walked through the underground space until they reached a big black horse statue. Mr. Romano turned the horse's head, and it revealed a secret door. This was the way to the basement.

How I long for death myself, to give it my own life but that is not enough, it wants the suffering and wants me to blacken my soul. The old hag of a witch can give some guidance but I must seek more. She will help but not endanger herself. I must find one who can either draw the beast from hiding or one with a soul that is neither white nor black. One who can dance with the Devil and not fall before him and yet still have the light of the divine. I will journey on. I only know that dreams will be some sort of guide. The dark rider was amongst the foliage of holly and ivy and plants that do not grow on English lands. So, I know that foreign lands are where I need to be.

So I sat at my desk and got back to work on the computer. It didn’t take too long after that when I finally found something on the dark web. “Dad.” I said. “What?” He asked, looking up. “Vampires are talking. I don’t think they’re involved in what is happening. But they know about what’s going on.” I explained. “What do they say?” He asked, walking over to my desk. “That it’s not an isolated incident. One says that the country will be more aware by the time they hit the second town.” I said.

I'm met with emptiness even though my eyes stray to the darkness in the corner of the room where the moonlight streaks fail to reach. I don't see him, however, something says he is in there, in the shadows watching me. I mean, that's the only time apex predators are out for the kill; in the dark. “Theodore!” I yell towards the door with a frantic voice. It's not helping matters that my ankle is cuffed against my wish. Oh, God! “Theodore isn't here to save you. You are with me now.” The voice is deeper, darker, promising dangers more than his words speak.

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."

Oran’s cock was nothing compared to this monstrous thing. There is no way that is going to fit in my mouth. I stared at it, lips parted, breathing fast. A mix of fear and filthy excitement twisted in my belly. “What’s wrong, Mother?” Soren asked, his voice dripping with dark amusement. He stared down at me like a Greek god looking at a lowly mortal, silver eyes narrowed with pleasure and hips curled in a smirk. I licked my lips, trying to find words, but he grabbed the thick base of his cock and stepped closer until the heavy, throbbing head was just inches from my face.

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.

Without needing to say anything else, and Romera holstering her weapon, they leave the underground containment holdings. On the surface, Gardax and Lard wait patiently. The two patrols that walked around the plantation had their throats slit and lay waist on the ground. Their blood drains from their bodies and coats the wheat that grows in their fields. With no one on the plantation other than the crew and the people liberated. The barrier that once provided the illusion of nothing has been taken down. The cubes that made the spell possible are back into Lard’s bag which is hanging tight next to him on the table that he sits on. In one of his hands is a book that he is reading. One is labele