Tasting Darkness Jessica Hall Novels & Stories

Jessica said to me as she sat upright. “In my dream it looks like Helheim, dark and empty, but it’s not Helheim. The darkness starts to disappear and then I’m standing in the middle of the clearing. I hear them chant but I can never remember the words when I’m awake,” I said and took another sip. “I can hear them walking through the forest toward me and when they reach the clearing they surround me, I’m alone there with them and then I wake up,” I said to Jessica and she looked away.

I will be the Queen of Dragons, not some pathetic bitch! The day goes by quickly and I know just the place to go for dinner. Blackout is a completely dark restaurant that has private rooms and most importantly it is next door to a BDSM club. We can give our guys a taste and get them so hot and bothered that they drag us by our hair to the club and fuck us like the beasts that they are. End Jessica’s POV

She carries it like a trophy of a war she thinks she’s already won. "The servers are restricted during a system surge," Jessica says, stepping closer. Her scent is an overwhelming, synthetic floral—cloying and desperate. "Then again, someone with your... accent... probably thinks this is a vending machine." I turn to face her. I keep my expression vacant, my eyes muted. I am the ‘Mistake.’ I am the waifish shadow she’s spent months bullying in the servant quarters. "The light went out. I got lost." Jessica laughs, a jagged sound that echoes off the obsidian walls. "Lost? Or looking for something that doesn't belong to you anymore?"

"Yeah, also, some of them would say that they feel like they're being watched and every one of them said that they saw a bloody-hands waving outside the window." "Do these occurrences hurt someone in your house hold?" "One of my assistants got possessed and jumped from the roof of the mansion. Fortunately, some tree catches his body before landing on the concrete floor. He was injured for six weeks." Jonas gasp and gave mister Dankworth a sympathetic look, the latter didn't see it though as his eyes were fixed on Ariz. "There's a rumor that my mansion is somewhat connected in some kind of underground tunnel, it is said to be a hideout of some cult performing dark rituals." He added.

When I woke up, it was already dark outside. I took a shower and went downstairs, probably grabbing something from the fridge. ‘’Looking for something’’, someone said behind me, making me stumble forward when a firm hand wrapped around my waist and pulled me into his hard chest. I stabilised myself and remove his hand from my waist and continued my way to the fridge until he said, ‘’The maid covered some food for you, it is on the kitchen counter’’, I ignored him. His food and him can go to hell.

Down once more to the dungeons of my black despair Down we plunge to the prison of my mind Down that path into darkness deep as hell! Daphnie was laughing but immediately stopped and looked pissed when Madame Giry was shown selling out the Phantom. She looked at the television with hatred in her eyes as Patrick Wilson was swimming for his life. We both wanted him to die. It's funny how one can watch a movie repeatedly yet still hope that the ending somehow changes. Finally, it was Daphnie's turn to sing: Have you gorged yourself at last

she whispered, walking from the room. ~~~ Jessica did not drink or smoke, but she craved a cigarette and a shot of crown. She always craved a cigarette and a shot of whiskey when dealing with Yada. Yada seemed to do that to her, drag her into her world and vices. She looked at the notebook, debating whether to keep reading or just shut it and forget she ever received it. Running her hands along her face, she just stared at the pages.

I did without a second consideration. Does she hate sleeping in the dark? I got it covered. Did she want space after our fight? I think the fuck not. I knew where she was the day she left, I had a Grayson watching over her but when I was informed that she was having a male company. I completely lost any sane brain cells. The ride back was brief due to my high speed, a few minutes later I found myself going up the stairs that threatened to break any second under my feet. It wasn’t the hard stare I received from the old lady that made goosebumps to appear on my skin, no, it was the thick smell of blood that came from Skylar’s bedroom.

I'm met with emptiness even though my eyes stray to the darkness in the corner of the room where the moonlight streaks fail to reach. I don't see him, however, something says he is in there, in the shadows watching me. I mean, that's the only time apex predators are out for the kill; in the dark. “Theodore!” I yell towards the door with a frantic voice. It's not helping matters that my ankle is cuffed against my wish. Oh, God! “Theodore isn't here to save you. You are with me now.” The voice is deeper, darker, promising dangers more than his words speak.

“You’re so pretty.” Jensen moaned quietly, one hand pushing her short hair back from her face as she stared down at me. Her cheeks were flushed, chest rising and falling fast. She looked so beautiful like this. I didn’t wait any longer. I leaned in and dragged my tongue slowly up her soaked slit, tasting her sweet, tangy arousal. Jensen’s hips jerked, a low groan escaping her throat. I did it again, slower this time, savouring her, then circled her swollen clit with the flat of my tongue.