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Dre asked playfully, “And Marlene?” “She’s loud, thinks the world is hers because she’s a Blackwood. Something about her provokes me—it’s rich-girl privilege,” Ethan snapped. Dre raised his eyebrows. “I’ve never seen you despise someone, especially a woman. I thought you’d bend her over,” Dre teased, making thrusting gestures. “Some of us think with our brains, not our… private parts,” Ethan replied. Dre’s jaw literally dropped as Ethan typed. “Guy, you literally spit on my face with that! It’s unfair,” Dre whined.

The air smells of fresh smell of rain that recently subsided, that damp scent of rain-soaked earth rising like an ephemeral breath from the ground, a fleeting reminder of nature's recent kiss. For some, it feels as though the universe is bamboozling them, hiding its celestial panoply behind an opaque curtain. Yet, for others, there’s a serendipity in this dark sky, a chance to dial in to the deeper mysteries of the cosmos, to geek out over its expansive, silent secrets—to scheme, devise, and conspire under the shroud of darkness—this is when the most nefarious ambitions thrive. It is in the cloak of night that the malevolent find their strength, for the absence of light breeds opportunity, a

She gives me the meaning of life. Before, my life was nothing but the color of darkness. Black. An empty hallow space. Anger. Sex. Cruelty. Blood. Death. And I was contented with those things in my life. I love sex, I love women's body. Those big tits, big round bouncing butt and their faces perfectly made of makeup. I love their nudity. I love pussy. I love when they moan my name, scream my name. I love the feeling of the pleasure which sex provides.

They say, there's a dark side to everything, a little bad amidst all that good. But, I fear there's no dark side to me, for there has never been a good side. I'm dark, as dark as the starless sky, as dark as the forest in the dead of the night. Dark as the darkness just before the dawn. I'm dark, dark is me. Victor Mairo Tyler's POV

Annabelle read it out: “ Luke, the most powerful vampire to exist. He is known by many names. The lord of darkness. The symbol of abomination. The epitome of destruction. But one thing is very clear, he was never born as a vampire. Rather, he was born human. A servant to be precise. The story goes back when he served at a plantation alongside his friend. The two young men did not like their status and the burden of servitude. As much as they hated their lives, they each had different views towards their master. While his friend wanted to be among the elites and high class, Luke wanted to rule them. And so when rumors of a warlock spread in the town and came to pass, Luke and his

Davina shared. "Dark magic" is a term that is often used to describe practices and belief systems that are considered to be sinister or evil. It is often associated with supernatural powers that are used for negative purposes, such as causing harm, manipulating others, or summoning evil spirits. Another person may view as a harmless or even positive practice, but it's not. It corrupts the mind and heart, even the soul. "I'm guessing she wants freedom, as being a spirit doesn't allow full access to it's power and intends to be brought back to life. And we can't let that happen. Despite being in spirit form the Hollow is very powerful" she stated firmly.

Vlad leaned back and closed his eyes with a sigh. "People will say Darkness but she was the first light of my life..." Vera couldn't understand what is he trying to say.

I informed without any comment on his son as I didn’t want my head to roam anywhere around him or the smile I had right now at my face would vanish away as if it didn’t belong there. “So are you saying that my son’s beauty is also makes you dizzy. If that’s the case then I can forgive for the blasphemy you just did few minutes ago.” She gave me the chance to overcome my stance but I didn’t fall for that. “No, he doesn’t. But his beauty is like a darkness in the sky without any presence of moon and stars. He is scary and that’s his beauty.” I stated the moment his eyes came in front of my mind as the metaphor spontaneously came to mind. It was darkness that was part of his existence.

I held my trembling emotions tight even when I had no strength left in me. “Because they’re disgraceful! Girls like you only know how to fuck rich brats and when you’re over them as they stop stuffing your mouths with money, you come back to the place where you once belonged,” Hate was everywhere now. I sighed loudly as his words passed across my heart. I was tired of weeping now, maybe I didn’t have much energy left in me to express my grief. I just let the music land on me.