My Darling Dreadful Thing Novels & Stories

Yoseph stole my thong! I was hot all over, and I was so excited that I felt dizzy. But before I could sort out my thoughts, the man grabbed the woman on the computer screen by the hair. He then pushed two fingers into her mouth and stirred. As she was forced to raise her head, revealing the tip of her chin, she stuck out her tongue to lick the fingers in front of her. She looked confused as her saliva slowly dripped from the corners of her mouth to her chest. "This drug seems effective. Do you feel good?"

Conversations paused and heads lifted instinctively to the source of the sound. It took three seconds for the screen to blink alive again. But this time not with aesthetic advertisement. But a brutal...... image of a woman on her knees, whose cloth was barely clinging to her body, its torn strips hanging loosely from her shoulders. Thick dark red stains soaked the cloth, streaking down her collarbone, and drying along her arms. Her hair fell forward in tangled strands. Her face was pale, eyes swollen, rimmed red, with dark circles settling beneath, which made her look hollowed by terror. They gasped as the familiarity hit them. It was the lady brutally kidnapped days ago at Hotel de Royale w

curdling screams then muggling ******* brought on by the first belly stab falling to her knees looking up shocked mouth gaping eyes wide grinning glance steady holding holding holding the belly cut a cacophonous modern dance of agony followed by rapturous convulsing ******* that went on and on and on get a bat she implored she is a real ******* movie star the Greta Garbo of ***** a dark jewel a must have a hell wife goddess of dread a ******* *** genius my best girl ever fused by desire we kissed like **** loving catholic priests in adoration of their savior young boy *** castrato hitting the high notes she looked up with desperation eyes with glittering tears and said are you my black knigh

“To what extent has she brainwashed you, huh? How could you be so foolish—” A servant rushed into the glasshouse, his face pale, and his voice choked as he shouted, “Vampire hunter!” Then something pierced him, penetrating from his back to his chest. He fell forward, and behind him stood a woman in a red dress. Henry was the first to react upon seeing her figure. He was stunned, and as the woman noticed his astonishment, she smiled at him. “You—” Henry choked. “Hello, Darling.”

"How's your training coming along? I heard Mr. Parker was giving you all the details about the upgraded security system yesterday?" "Yes, it's actually easy to navigate through my phone." I said, just as Darcia Ruthwell, future Alpha to the Midnight Hunters pack and our childhood friend Sarah's mater, appeared at our table yawning and stretching as he did so. "Someone was up all night on video calls." "Oh, shut up!" Darcia grumbled, obviously in a bad mood since his mate was a few hundred miles away from him. He took a seat next to Freya, who motioned for one of the juveniles volunteering in the kitchen to get him a plate.

The dynamic was electric, and I couldn’t help but feel a thrill at how alive the room felt, all because of her. “What kind of reaction to the girl you claim to love wanting to end things is to break into her home and put cameras everywhere? Seriously, his creepiness probably manifested the demon that started haunting them. And just so you know… there’s a second movie. We’re watching it so I can win this.” Darling said, her tone sharp but playful, snapping us all back into the present.

“You still have my sister within your grasp and I still don't know what you fucking want from me.” “A honeymoon?” I spat viciously. “What the hell was that about? You must be delusional to think I'd ever want to go on a honeymoon vacation with you.” “So stubborn. So feisty,” he growled. “You're driving me insane, Darana and you don't want to know what would happen when you push me over the edge. I could do terrible things to you.” “Show me your worst.” I challenged without fear. I was done trying to succumb.

Lena trembled in my arms, her body limp, her breath shaky. Mine. My fingers trailed along her spine, slow, possessive. "That wasn’t so hard, was it?" I murmured. She didn’t answer. Didn’t fight me. She couldn’t. I turned her in my arms, tilting her chin up so she had no choice but to look at me. Her eyes were distant, glazed over with the horror of what she had done. But there was something else there too. Something dark. Something that would grow. I grinned. I brushed my lips over hers—not quite a kiss, more of a claim.

“I’m not a hostage. And I’m sure as hell not staying in this mansion while someone abducts children to get to me. So tell me. Who?” Malrik’s stare was unblinking. Predatory. Cold. Beautiful. “His name is Drael.” The hallway tilted under me. “Drael,” I repeated. “As in—” “My brother.” Silence dropped like a hammer. Drayan looked between us, jaw clenched. “He’s dead,” Malrik added. “Well apparently he isn’t.” “No,” Malrik said again. “He’s dead.” I narrowed my eyes. “Then how did a dead man with silver eyes send a bleeding child to your front door?”

“Someone who visited your mother the day before she died.” Lena’s pulse thundered. “Who, Dylan!?” Dylan looked at Alexander. Then at her. And said one word: “Victoria.” Lena’s breath collapsed. Mrs. Ward gasped. Alexander’s eyes went wide with horror. But before anyone could react— Dylan jumped backward, smashing through the window glass into the night. “NO!” Alexander roared, sprinting to the shattered frame— But Dylan vanished into the darkness below. Lena staggered, barely staying upright.