روايات وقصص ضمن Plot Of Heart Of Darkness

“You want me to stay?” “No. Thank you.” He left. I looked at the package for a moment. It looked normal. Nothing was out of the blue so I opened it. The smell reached me before the contents registered visually. Dark and organic and wrong. I pulled the wrapping back fully and sat very still. A heart. Animal, not human, but large enough to make the statement it was intended to make. It was set in the centre of the packaging, looking like something arranged deliberately., blackened at the edges. Decomposing.

In this Dark World, I have no one, No family, No friends, No love, and No father. When my father heard about me, becoming a murderer. He collapsed on the ground, outside of the lock-up and never stood up. He is still sleeping in heaven, looking at me, praying for my safety with my mother. Your Honour! Lawyers! And court person, You all know that the Dark world has beasts, Monsters, Devils, Demons, and Hades but they are old now and only appear in fairytales. Do you know why? because Humans are worse than them.

~This chapter contains graphic sexual content~ I pushed the door open and the room was pitch black as promised, the light from the hall showed a little closet by the door and it was open. I let the door close and lifted my purse off quickly, to set it down so I would be able to find it later. “Hey Eve, you found me,” I heard a voice from much further in the room. “I guess so,” I said, putting out my arms trying to feel around. Did he want me to walk back there or should I wait here for him?

I wrapped my hand around the one on my cheek. “Anything.” His narrow eyes had gone back to their normal color. “Promise me you won't judge me.” With a genuine smile he brought his face closer. “Never. You didn't judge me despite everything you read in the tabloids so I would never.” For some reason I was delighted by that. I rested my head on his chest and my heart jumped for joy when he wrapped his big arms around me. Listening to his heart beat in that quiet, upscale gallery all I could think about was how thoroughly I was going to screw up Carson's life if he pried out all of my bullshit.

I hear her say, but I can't see her. “Why are you pushing your luck, Max?...” I ask, as I see her come out of the bathroom, she's wearing only a tight shirt and panties, she stops when she sees me and turns her eyes to the gun, smiles sideways and walks to the table she has Near a window, Christmas rests on it, his rifle, completely disassembled, sits on the chair and takes a cloth from the barrel and begins to clean it. “What do you want Dark?...” he asks without looking at me

Otherwise, I’ll come after you. —None of that, kiddo! I leave the two of them and go to my office. When I arrive, I see a box on top of the desk. When I open it, I get a scare: inside, there’s an animal’s heart, with a note: I’m very close! I close the box quickly and throw it in the trash, feeling a chill run down my spine.

Darkness swam through his mind as he fought for control of the raging madness that sought to overtake him. It had been her voice, her plea, that had stopped him from choking Hann until his heart stopped. Even so Vanadine thought there might be some permanent brain damage and a savage joy thrilled up through him. His thoughts turned to the woman and how easily he could end her life. Ten different scenarios played across his psyche as he gripped the concrete upright, his fingers aching. Yet the pain and discomfort grounded him, allowed the darkness to abate and his human side reasserted itself, bringing a calm and banishing the chaos.

In the end, the perfect husband and father Stan and I were so proud of was a phony, and the love he showed us was a lie. The only truth was this deceitful plot he maintained for six years, ending with a meticulously staged car accident to take away my son's heart. Nonetheless, my consciousness blurred as the sedative flowed through my veins. I could feel the icy touch of machines digging inside my body, giving me more nightmares. There was only pitch-blackness where my son stood, an emptiness in his chest where his heart should have been. He was reaching toward me, screaming, "Mommy! It hurts so much!"

I turned to Don Russo instinctively. His expression had changed completely. The calmness was gone. Replaced with something darker. More dangerous. This was impossible right? She can't leave me right?

At the far end of the gallery, a massive obsidian door, carved with the image of a moon devouring a sun, slowly ground open. Beyond it lay a chamber that pulsed with a light so dark it was visible, in the center, suspended in mid-air by chains of pure gravity, was the Shadow Heart, it was a jagged, fist-sized diamond of pure void, beating like a living organ. I stepped toward it, my hand instinctively moving to my stomach. "We’re here," I whispered.