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Until darkness takes her. "Xevanya! Oh, god! Wake up ... please, wake up!" Gladys approached Xevanya was lying on the floor. She tried to wake her up. Her eyes began to tear up when Xevanya didn't open her eyes. Hearing his young sister loud voice made Noah's eyes that had started to return to their original color turn dark blue again. "ZOERA DE LASKA! YOU ARE SO OUTSTANDING!" Noah shouted at Mrs. Zoe. A black mist enveloped Noah's body. His aura was extremely sinister for a teenage wizard. A human-sized sphere-shaped magic power charged towards Madam Zoe.

After roaming the dark and eerie corridor, she knew she was in a terrible nightmare. Out of the blues and in a sharp twist of events, a large silhouette of a hand grabbed her neck. It swung her to the corner of the corridor, thrashing the shelves and spilling the books scattered on the floor. “Today you die”, a voice from the hand screamed. A sound loud enough to burst one's eardrum.

both tense while the rest of the staff leaves the place. “Dark…” Pit says when we are alone, he smiled at him and pointed to the chair in front of me, he walks slowly and sits down… “I-I'm sorry sir, he called out of nowhere and booked the VIP room, you never said that I couldn't…” I raise my hand to silence her and I look at Nisha, she's really a beautiful girl, her clear eyes fascinate me, her black hair highlights them and the innocence in her gaze catches me, she also has a nice body, no She's like the women I'm used to fucking, she doesn't look like Max's sexy and voluptuous body either, but she definitely has a beautiful body. Completely ignoring the fact that Pit is in front of me and

I wait til I hear feel the cold air drifting into the kitchen and the soft sound of a door closing before glancing into the hallway again. Through the doors glass I could see Embers back to me. The left side of her body was eliminated white from the moon and her hair looked like silver threads as they hung down her back. Creeping towards the door she shifts and a second later a see a silvery gold wolf dashing across the snow, her body low as she ran.

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.

The almost decapitated body swayed under the weight of death, the stench of blood— heavy, metallic, and impossible to ignore. Nero’s voice broke the silence, smooth but edged with venom. “Well…” he drawled, the words carrying a dark amusement that hardly seemed appropriate for a time like that, “...this is dramatic. Whoever did this certainly has a flair for the dramatics. I almost want to applaud.”

A mix of fear, anger, and relief. The truth hurt. But the lies had hurt worse. Deep down, I just wanted everything to go back to normal. AT FRANCESCA’S PENTHOUSE The penthouse lights were low, warm, and expensive. Francesca sat on the edge of the long white couch, legs crossed, lips painted deep red. She held a glass of wine like it was a weapon. She watched Mr. Blackwood with a smirk. Mr. Black stood near the window, back to her, hands in his pockets. His shoulders were tense.

"You stare at me like that, and I’ll kiss you till you drop." "Tsk. You don’t dare do it here." "You think so? Then tonight…" "Tsk. I knew it." Ethan and Ryan. Two racers who can’t stop bickering—or competing. What starts as a teasing banter quickly turns into heated kisses… and fights that spill off the track now takes place in the bedroom. Rivals, enemies or maybe something more. Are they ready to admit it?

WARNING: Reader Discretion Advised This story contains mature themes, intense emotional tension, morally complex emotions characters, and sensual content intended strictly for adult audiences (18+). Reader discretion is strongly advised. When Wrong Desire meets Obsession… She spent nights craving her husband’s touch, only to end up being claimed by his brother. Larissa was a pawn in a business deal, married off to Finn, a man who treats her like a ghost in her own home. While she stayed under the weight of his cold indifference and empty bed, her heart ached for a connection that Finn refused to provide. A night, fueled by courage and the sting of rejection, Larissa seeks to d

Noire surely taking care of it by himself. Noire petting up the horse as we approach it. "Does it have a name?" Noire turn his gaze to me and nodded. "Bon. That's his name," ow, so it really have a name. "What era is this, Noire?"asking him out of the blue. Really Dulce? Era? You really think? I'm just confused. Maybe I travel through the time? Who knows- "We're in Gothic Era," Oh, Gothic that so nice!wait,what!?