One Dark Window Book 2 Novels & Stories

Chapter 27 Damon; She was still pulsing around me, her body trembling and weak, but I wasn’t finished. Not even close. I dragged her upright, belt still binding her wrists, my cock still buried deep inside her as I stumbled us toward the wide floor-to-ceiling windows across the room. Each step jolted us together, my breath hot against her neck, hers shallow and ragged. The city sprawled out below us... lights blinking red and gold, cars like tiny ants crawling through the night. And here she was, shaking in my arms, soaked and wrecked, about to be fucked against the glass.

“A man peacefully sleeping in such a fancy car by the side of the road by this time of the day? He must’ve been drunk. I said to myself. I admired the car from afar and walked to the hostel. It was unusually quiet when I stepped into the living room, I moved to the table lamp and switched it on bringing light into the atmosphere. Where was everybody? I sighed heavily and dropped my bag and the books I held on the sofa, removed my shoes and neatly kept them on a shoe rack like Denise always advised us to. I could feel a twinge of pain around my right forearm and left shoulder that must’ve been from the heavy books I held and the bag on my shoulders. I rubbed it while letting out a groan but t

’’, I mumbled to myself. Finally finding the perfect book, it is an age-gap mafia and enemies to lovers romance book. There was a couch in the library, I made my way to it and started reading. I lost count of the time. Reaching my room with the book in my hand, I see Rowan standing in front of my room. I braced myself to face him. ‘’Where were you?’’, he spewed the bitter words in my face. He was fuming, for what reason?Did he look for me?

It's nearly impossible to get any service on this stupid island, in these stupid woods. "... we need more boots on the ground,” a woman says from around the corner. My breath freezes in my throat, and I desperately search for somewhere to hide. Spotting an open classroom door, I slip through it. The room is dark, and I thankfully have the cover of night to keep me safe. Crouching low, I peek through the crack as two Silver Hunters turn into the hallway and stop. They both have their helmets off, and the woman has long, blonde hair that falls down her back.

I was on the mountain once again and there stood just Rogan and me. I tried to run to him but somehow I was stopped by some invisible wall. I screamed to get past it and nothing. I screamed his name and could see him looking at me blankly but still nothing. There was nothing and then in the background, I saw the woman in red approaching with her long red tendrils of hair flowing around her shoulders. She approached him and I tried not to scream again for him to turn around and run or do something but still nothing. As she approached her arm reached out to his hand and he took into her she then laughed that evil cackling laugh as I felt desperate to get to him but was still blocked by the inv

🇦​🇧​🇩​🇺​🇱​🇱​🇦​🇭​ 🇦​🇱​🇻​🇮​ Past- August 4th, 2032 'Desire is so sinful and delicious. Some desires are seen as acceptable, and some are not. So society will brainwash us. And will make sure that we do not pursue these desires. But the temptation is forbidden fruit, and sometimes you need to take a bite, even if you cannot go back to the light. The shadows are my home now. And thanks to the beast inside of me, I love it. I always wonder if I can ever be normal again. But I don't really care.'

Only one light remained on — high in the second floor, behind the curved panes. He'd needed air. He told himself that's all it was. He hadn't been thinking about what Emrys said. About them. He lit the cigarette with one hand, fingers shaking slightly. Not from cold. The square was still. One parked bicycle. A trash bin full of crumpled paper cups. Somewhere distant, a tram bell rang, lonely and irrelevant. Then the light in the library went out. But the window didn't go dark. Two silhouettes remained, backlit faintly by some secondary glow. Tall figures, still as statues. One leaned against the frame. The other stood slightly behind, angled as if whispering something just out of reach.

he sighs, "Sadly, the masters know they need to breathe if they should stand to be in each other's presence or risk suffocating beneath their own egos.," His head rolls back, "I have never seen a place so fucking bright." I stare at the side of his face for a moment. I am Frozen for a thought hits me. There is only one window in the library. ------------------------------------------- My fingers quietly sift through the pages of the old Kings' journal, Xiirian Adonis Prime, The 8th

‎ ‎The screen went black. ‎ ‎I gasped. ‎ ‎Then ‎A soft tap against the glass. ‎ ‎Once. ‎Twice. ‎ ‎Precise. ‎ ‎Like a signal. ‎ ‎The shadows didn’t move away. ‎ ‎They stayed. ‎ ‎Waiting. ‎ ‎Watching. ‎ ‎Hunting. ‎ ‎And I finally understood: ‎ ‎I wasn’t locked in for safety. ‎ ‎I was locked in because danger was already here. ‎ ‎Right outside my window. ‎ ‎ ‎

The room, though silent, was filled with the quiet whispers of old books, the passing breeze through the windows, and the echo of footsteps that never ceased. In a new city on the outskirts of Cairo, in a towering glass skyscraper, Malik, Dima, Daniel, and Rovan arrived to inspect their new headquarters, which would become the launching pad for their next plans. The tower was majestic, gleaming in the evening light, its large windows reflecting the city lights like a warning beacon to anyone who approached. Malik stood by a window, his eyes scanning the bustling streets, a tremor running through him—a mixture of power and control, but also a subtle unease about what might come. Dima, beside