The Dark One By Nikki St Crowe Mga Nobela at Kwento

Her lips moved like rhythm. I grabbed the glass from her hand and placed it down. She grabbed my neck and deepened the kiss. I pulled her closer and she hissed making me break the kiss. "You are hurt." "I don't care" She locked her lips with mine. She is drunk! I gathered her in my arms and walked out of the basement. It's already dark and everyone is sleeping. I don't know why Dominick is putting his trust in me and letting me roam in his house at night.

This is not a happy starting either. This is the story of Dua, a 19 yrs old girl. Dua is the hero of this story. The whole plotline revolves around her. My first book is completely based on a woman and her dark world. Now Dua is dead. Arin is alone, living in the Memories of her. I know the ending sucked but you guys better wait for the Bonus chapter. .. .. Thank you ShineeSunshine ❤️

he doesn’t even understand what the girl’s shouting but she seems like a witch –chanting her evil spell “Don’t just stand! Fight!” he urges his team as the undead still multiplying like crazy “A –are you su –sure about this Alfonso? They outnumbered us!” cowardly hiding in the corner, some people did not help them and just settled themselves in the dark “Choose people! Fight them or die here? That’s the only thing that we can do” Alfonso shouted and the cowards still crept in the dark “wa –what’s this?” “Ahk!” it’s a great mistake to hid and cover up in the darkness because where there’s a dark the shadows/soul is more dominant

She doubted that some eleventh-hour miracle would save her tonight. Christophe reappeared and shed his toweling robe in an untidy heap on the floor. He looked at her, blazing all-male satisfaction, and Lara shrank under the sheet. He stood half in shadow, half in light, the long, muscular planes of his golden body a glorious vision of rampant masculinity, and Lara felt her own hunger stirring, insidious as a secret invader.

Their hiss sounds like a very unpleasant sound to me that I felt the urge to kill them right there and then without showing any mercy. Then finally, my eyes drifted to the woman sitting on the untidy throne-yes, I call it untidy not because it is just made of plain stone and has no golds nor silvers, but because it has a bunch of pyscho snakes. The woman was wearing a black smoke-like dress with small slits all over that are blazing. Her eyes resemble the color of fire and her hair that is flowing down her waist is also burning red. And oh, her face... it feels like I'm staring at the goddes of fire herself. There is no doubt. This woman in front is Nerissa, the evil witch who lures men with

There was only one person why it was illogical and spurious for a wolf to be scared of the dark; because wolves were the thing in the dark. They were the creatures who roamed the night, occupying the shadows and scrutinizing their prey, awaiting the mistake that would soon end its life. Wolves were killers who basked in the blood of their enemies and enjoyed hunting an animal they knew would fail in its attempt to escape. They were primal animals that stuck with what they knew. Harlow knew she was nothing like a wolf; she feared the dark more than anything; maybe that had to do with her recent experience of not being able to escape it.

"Looks like they're ready to make their appearance." Sarah's voice got lost as the crowd around them began murmuring, the sound growing louder and louder, filling the open space with noise. The murmuring continued until the lights cut fully plummeting the entire room and its occupants into darkness. A single spotlight flashed on and focused at the top of the stairs where Summer and Michael both stood now. Asher felt his breath catch as he stared at Summer. She looked like a fairy standing there with the light glowing around her.

“And no one’s ever done it. People would be hooked. I tell them I'm doing research for my dark romance, which I am. Then I use everything in another book as well.” Jenni smirks, pushing herself up from the couch and crossing the room toward me. “I’ll give you this—it’s bold. But you’re going to get yourself killed. Who are you going to find to tell you their darkest secrets, hmm? A stalker? A murderer? A Mafia boss?” She shakes her head, chuckling. “You’re mad.” “Maybe,” I say, standing up, the spark of determination burning hotter in my chest. “But maybe madness is exactly what I need.”

Here I was, nearing the end of my time in college, with no real certainty as to what the hell my next step was. I knew I wanted to get in government in some fashion, State Department, something like that. I knew it would happen or work out eventually, but right now I was feeling pretty low. And maybe that was the perfect time for a predator to seek me out. What if this guy was like Wyatt? I mean Haven said he was young and handsome, but everybody thought Wyatt was hot. I wouldn't even know it because we're going to be in the fucking dark. The idea of meeting a handsome stranger in the dark was kind of alluring to me I had to admit, but why not just ask me on a date?

“I know mom, we’ll be safe.” Actually tomorrow we’re going to the woods to fight a vicious werewolf descended from a centuries-old pack of killers called the Dark Ones. After tomorrow you might never see me again or if something happens to Hayden, I’ll never be happy again, but no biggy! She wished she could say these thoughts out loud, to express how stressed and worried she was. She wished she could hug her mom tightly and let her know how much she and her dad meant to her, tell them that they were doing this so people like them could be safe too; but she couldn’t. Hayden arrived shortly after. He was dressed in stretchy gym pants and a sleeveless black t-shirt with an image of a beautiful