Tasting Darkness Jessica Hall Novels & Stories

"I know someone near who can lend you horses. But since it is already getting dark, I suggest you stay here for the night. You can just continue traveling tomorrow morning. Also, I don't think Lucia is fine to travel again. She should rest so that her wound will stop bleeding." I looked at Lucia. "She is right. We should stay here for the night to give you time to rest, and it is also not advisable to travel at night because it is more dangerous." "I will stay here for the night, then," Lucia said. I smiled but my smile vanished soon when I felt something different in my head. It seemed like my surrounding was revolving around me. 'The incense!' All I heard was Raja's panicking voice before

Dumeny's voice was resigned at last. The darkness encloses my senses again. I feel the long non-existing wall of darkness before me and her. no matter how much I tried it keep pushing me back two steps from her. I feel incomplete, like before. I open my eyes and looked around. It took me few seconds to realize I was not in the hotel room. I was in my room. I was back in the castle. It’s dark except for a sidelight, and all is quiet. My head and my chest ache, my pulse beats faster than before, trying to adjust or bearing the overbearing pain of my body.

We scrambled out the hall to get to class when the smell hits me the most delicious fumes vanilla and honey with a hint of rose and strawberries I look around letting my nose guide me trying to figure out where the smell is coming from when I see a tall slim but thick in all the right places long flowing hair brown skin girl turn the corner headed towards me Damn she sexy I thought But then she almost walks straight into me looking down into her books I catch a glimpse seeing those beautiful hazel eyes and she’s smart to hmm and I am stuck watching her I’m talking about if it wasn’t for Josh we both would be on the floor so I side step when he pulls me only for her to brush into me and a rus

But jessica quickly overpowered him. “I don’t want to hurt you, Derek,” Jessica whispered, her voice deceptively sweet. “But I will if I have to. Now, be a good boy and stop fighting.” Derek smirked, his eyes narrowing. “We’ll see about that.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small vial. “Do you know what this is?” he asked, holding it up. Jessica’s eyes widened with recognition. “No, you wouldn’t dare—” But Derek did dare. He threw the vial at her feet, and it shattered, releasing a cloud of dark, pungent smoke. Jessica recoiled, her skin beginning to blister where the smoke touched it. She screamed, a sound of pure agony, and staggered back.

“The wolves of Candlewood honor their pacts. Unfortunately for you, witch, this wolf is not part of my pack.” There’s a soft rustle as Tessa shakes her fur out, then stands staring at Jessica. Make it hurt for me, Tess. I pad past the witch. “You? You’re it?” Jessica scoffs. “I can handle you.” As Ian and I dash around the bend in the tunnel, the last thing I hear is the witch’s scream before it’s abruptly cut off. ** Ian Had I known how close we were, I would never have stopped to ask Darby to open her eyes. Jack and I aren’t twenty yards, when we find the sharp left that opens into the underground room that houses the cells.

Yet, as she gazed up at Lucas, a lingering fear gnawed at her—a fear of the feral urges she had unleashed Amidst the lingering echoes of moonlit surrender, Jessica found herself ensnared in the aftermath—a tapestry of vulnerability woven into the cool kitchen floor. The entanglement with Lucas, her alpha and confidant, had unveiled realms of desire she hadn't fathomed. As she struggled to disentangle limbs and emotions, a realisation gripped her—a transformation not just physical but existential.

Then the woman hissed, “This is becoming too complicated. We need to speak to the boss.” “Then let’s go.” Their footsteps moved toward the door. Jessica remained frozen inside the stall. She did not move. Did not breathe. Did not blink. Only after the door opened and closed again could she finally lower her hand from her mouth. Her entire body was trembling. The gala, music, glamour, and the laughter. All of it suddenly felt far away, because now, Jessica had just heard the one thing that she shouldn't have heard. The person who tried to kill Tina was inside this hotel.

He not only refused her to spit out the wine, but also entangled her. Jessica opened her eyes wide. Her futile struggle only gave her a clearer feeling, up was hard body and down was a soft sofa. For a moment, she felt that she was about to fall completely into the sofa and disappear. She also felt that her breath was taken away by him. Her throat and lungs were burning, and even her stomach was burning. A big hand was in front of her, and she couldn't see anything. The feeling in the darkness was clearer. His lips, tongue, and temperature were rough. Something came out of the corner of her eyes and kept falling down. Her body trembled unconsciously.

Jessica’s POV I stood in the middle of a clearing, wrapped in suffocating darkness so thick it felt alive, pressing against my skin like an unseen force. A chorus of whispers slithered through the air, seeping into my mind, threading through my thoughts like poison. I strained to decipher the voices, but they were like a flood—murmurs overlapping, drowning each other out. Then, a single voice cut through the chaos—sharp and haunting. "I told you you'd be mine, Jessica."

Knocked it to hers and took a sip, never leaving her eyes. Jessica obliged, she brought the drink to her lips and pretended to take a sip. looking up to the immense ceiling, She thought that the ball room was mesmerizing "Favorite color ?" " Weren't you told that ?" she replied ironically. " I do not believe everything that I'm told" "Is that so ?" Lucas leaned near Jessica's ear and whispered