Our Dark Duet Novels & Stories

A ballet performance that suited her taste and perfectly shines her under the light of the full moon above and the piercing menacing darkness of the forest. “I am in such a good mood for a song.” She giggles and thinking about Aaron, the successful deal and the piece that she just acquires. “Right! I got one, one perfect dark song that describes my perfect little bishop.” Her laugher echoes, seeing the winning end of the game after acquiring the other piece from the pair of bishops that she wanted. Then she started to hum and sings the ominous song that she made herself. “Let’s go down the deep well, for what’s coming is the eye of darkness.”

And somewhere, deep in my bones, a voice, make, dark , rich, whispers, 'He’s lying.'

Bang on cue, without a word, probably using that weird twin telepathy that they had, Dux and Drake whipped off their t-shirts in perfect sync, and Zoe suddenly found herself staring at two gorgeous muscled torsos, both covered in salt-and-pepper hair, which looked just as damn good on their chests as it did on their heads. “What,” she sputtered now, choking on her pop. “What the hell?” “No need to wait, Zee,” Drake said, turning to give her the equally-delectable back view. Dux did too, and she blinked at the amazing fact that the twins had identical perfect asses. “Feast your gorgeous eyes now.” “Ohhh-kaaaay. What’d I miss?”

I was surrounded by darkness. ** You're not a good person, there's no way you want to be a better person, the darkness of your past surrounds you, you can't escape yourself, the voice echoes louder and I was screaming. I woke up so fast and it was all a dream, all my body was covered with sweat. "It's just a dream you don't have to force yourself to sleep, it's been over seven hours since you slept,'' he mumbled as he put his hand on my forehead.

Luciano said slightly angry. “Sorry.” He is right I should not exhaust me. From past two to three I have been buying a lot of things for our child. I even ruined his celebration. “Let’s go home. I was waiting for you to wake up. An IV was attached to you, it ended almost one hour ago.” He said picking me up bridal style. ……………………………………………….. The Past (Fourteen Years Back) Third Person POV There was complete darkness everywhere. The two little terrified girls were hugging each other tightly. Their soft cries can be heard in dark silent environment.

We cuddled together tried to sing each other lullabies before one of us slept off and the other followed suit. ¶•¶•¶•¶•¶ 'Seth'. 'Handel'. 'Arman'. 'Isabelle'. 'Orion'. Stephanie'. 'Usher'. 'Maude'. 'Mimi'. 'Zofi'. 'Those are the 10 hunters taking off tomorrow'. 'They will be dropped at the west of the Carpathian mountains'. 'Alina?'. 'Ma'am?'. Alina stood at attention and I wondered if she was a former soldier. 'Make sure to remind the cooks that the hunters who are going for the hunt tomorrow should be fed 'specially''.

Unknowingly, my nerve cells started to respond to the circumstances. The two of them didn't seem to notice that there was someone else besides them as they were lost in their world. They appeared to be close friends and both of them were radiating in the room. One was blessed with light brown pastel coloured eyes which seemed as sweet as sugar and the other one was blessed with black coloured eyes which seemed as deep as the sea.

Everyone was left closing their eyes as its beam blinded them, though they did hear a loud crack from the barrier. For a whole minute, the field was filled with smoke. Mr. Heirt kept the barrier even though deep cuts made their way to his legs, blood dripping from it. He’s wary that Dark would attack any moment. “You prefer force over a logical talk, huh!” Dark’s voice echoed everywhere. It’s as if he was within them. The thought alone made the other’s scream. “Then be prepared to die.” Mr. Heirt gulped when he felt a cold hand on the back of his neck.

“Because once you’ve burned this deeply… nothing else matters. Only us. Only fire. Only obsession. Twisted… beautiful… ours.” And in the fog, on the edge of danger and desire, we stood together, lost completely, consumed fully, and perfectly—twisted devotion blazing between us, unstoppable, eternal, and darkly, beautifully ours.

Caspian’s tech guy pinged a stolen car plate near the warehouse district. Dre loaded up with Caspian’s team, black SUVs, weapons ready. “They’re cornered,” Dre said, voice like steel. “We get Georgia out. End this tonight.” Caspian nodded, fingers tightening on the wheel. For the first time, the old enemies rode together. No more games. Just blood, debts, and the woman who’d started it all.