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"Alright. But you are not to train with this sword. I will have something else prepared just for you." Romeo returned Roselle to his quarters when the night was getting deeper, and the temperature dropped further into the negatives. As soon as they were inside, Romeo went towards the table and pulled something out from its drawer. "I'm giving you this, Roselle." He said as he placed a beautiful looking dagger in its sheath onto her open palms. Roselle stared at it and when she unsheathed it, she suddenly felt strange. Was it because the dagger looked strange? The blade was pitch black. So black it seemed to swallow the light that was surrounding it. It was not heavy despite it being a little

We have a nice selection of them, actually. Along with the journals are some musty cloth-bound editions of classic literary texts. You know the kind. Books which appear antique and valuable but aren’t. Here’s a damp, musty-smelling copy of Benito Cereno, next to a collection of Shakespeare’s plays. Also, several classic editions of Hemingway’s novels. Now here’s something interesting. A diary. Upon opening it, a name scrawled on the inside cover grabs my attention: “Jebediah Bassler.” Of Bassler House? Bassler Road, and Bassler Memorial Library? This is interesting, to say the least.

Romeo was standing on the raised platform, his body frozen as Nari floated menacingly in front of him, chanting in a voice that is not hers but a deep, gravelly, and ominous sound. The voice rang loudly across the hall. “You are MINE!” Her eyes were glowing strangely, threads of black mist swirling and growing behind her floating figure. Romeo’s eyes darted wildly, trying to find a way to escape. No matter how hard he tried moving his legs, they remained rooted to the floor.

Romeo lies down, pressing his chest to Romeo's back and putting his arm around his lover's waist, caressing his belly, while he begins to sing softly. - "I wanna drive down to Texas, flip off my exes, Get kind of reckless, and have wild, wild, wild sex under the moon, But only if it's with you; I got some baggage; let's do some damage, I am not made for no horsey and carriage, You know I'm savage, but you're looking past it, I want that late-night sweet magic, that forever-lasting love, But only if it's with you." Romeo changes position and smiles.

Romeo. Real life Romeo. In front of me. I swallowed like a rock the size of my head was forcing through my throat. He was made of lava or maybe lava was made of him, I don't know– no one knows. My eyes scanned him head to toe like a machine detecting metal. He wore a skin tight burning red turtleneck shirt that hugged his slender frame and tucked that into one shiny scarlet leather pants and paired with Balenciaga platform boots. And the worst of all…his locs were dyed blood red.

I wouldn't show weakness to him. Romeo dragged me from the bed outside the room with him. "I will show you the evidence. Lets see how much you'll believe Dominick then" Romeo declared. We entered a huge room and Romeo pushed me to the ground, leaving me landing hard on my knees. I groaned out, the pain was excruciating. Soon, a huge display screen appeared in front of us and as he already explained earlier, it was Dominick in the video, shooting young girls dressed in prostitute clothes.

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.

Yet I pressed on, because for me, there was no turning back. As I moved down the hall, the echoes of our conversation reverberated in my mind. Rico’s words lingered, a reminder of the fragile line between power and ruin. But I pushed them aside. I wasn’t going to let anyone, not even those who once cared, slow me down. In that moment, I reaffirmed my vow. I am Luca Romano. I am the master of my destiny. And if the feds, or anyone else, dare cross me, they will find only the cold, unyielding force of a man who has nothing left to lose.

He gulped, and I chuckled at the sound. I opened my mouth to thank him, but words failed me. His piercing gaze lit up every fire in me, leaving me breathless. He was clearly lost too. “Still want some? He asked. His deep baritone voice echoed through the room. My thighs trembled. I could feel the wetness flooding between my legs. My legs weakened, melting under his intense stare. In an instant, he swept me off my feet, placing me on the counter as he drew closer, sniffling me.

Dark of Night Copyright 2019 Emily Goodwin Chapter One “What do you see when you look at this one?” The doctor holds up a card, showcasing an ink splotch that’s twisted and creepy, with eyes that follow you no matter where you go. I look at it, heart hammering away inside my chest. The mess of ink on the white paper reminds me of the monster that lurks in Nana and Papa’s basement, the one that tried to get Abby and Scott to go downstairs with it.