روايات وقصص ضمن The Darkest Places Book

Few things brought in this much money, and unless he was smuggling people. His eyes went wide, as he made the connection Lukas obviously had, and his eyes turned jet black as he unleashed a tirade of obscenities. That wasn't all decoy cargo, that bastard was smuggling people, and it was supplies to keep them alive. His rage was incandescent, and his inner darkness responded to it, overwhelming and surrounding him with a dark aura, tiny shadow tendrils reaching out from him in all directions.

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

Past This place was dark. And the dark here was not black walls. The dark here was in the men I heard talking. The dark here was the evil that lurked in the air. The dark here was the crying and screams and pain I could hear through the walls. The dark here was in the white sparkling lights and the money that surrounded us.

So if I were to make a comparison, I could only be a part of his darkness next to him. When I saw the darkness intensifying like a black sun in Edim's eyes, I felt like a sun that had never lost its light before I knew him. Even when the end of the darkest nights was morning, even the end of the darkest tunnels was illuminated, the darkness that Edim dragged me into neither ended nor the lights were hidden at the end. These are the things I felt now as I stood before me and stared into my deepest eyes with the darkest expression. His deadly eyes were dimming the last light of life in my eyes, even the light of the street lamp that illuminated us.

Ernest said. Don looked up. He turned to a page. He read: "The darkness was not the absence of light. It was the presence of something else. The presence of the stars, the presence of the aurora, the presence of the snow reflecting what little light there was. The darkness held things. The light was what revealed them." He closed the book. "That is the same writer as the essays," Ernest said. "Yes. She has a consistent way of thinking about the dark. Not as lacking. As a presence."

The darkness swallowed them whole. ☠️ End of Chapter 16

Something she’d long since come to terms with. The only silver lining in her otherwise mundane life was her books. Specifically, dark romance books. It all started with her accidentally coming across one on a popular book site. The book had garnered over one million readers and she decided to give it a try. Since then, she’d been thrust into the world of morally grey characters with looks that could kill and a thing for cuffing you before giving you the best sex of your life. Did anybody know of this hobby of hers? No. She’d been sure to keep her dark romance collection away from her parents. Of course, her mother had come across it one time but she’d quickly made up and explanation and prie

"Yes." She looked down at the pile of books on the floor, feeling the weight of the knowledge she’d uncovered. Though the books had given her little in the way of concrete answers, she had discovered something far more sinister: the dark place Ryker kept pulling her into wasn’t just a nightmare. It was his kingdom of dark magic, a place he’d created, and it was, in a way, inside him. He had somehow connected her to his dark realm.

That meant Vadym needed to keep the fossil trade successful in order to afford his little hobby. A hunger to hurt something rose up in him, and he stood and walked over to a bookshelf full of priceless Western literature first editions. Most were irreplaceable. He'd bought them because he loved to know he could destroy them at his leisure. He pulled one back halfway from its companions. There was a soft click as the shelf separated from the wall. Vadym pulled the bookshelf away from the wall, revealing a padlocked door. He removed a key from his pocket and unlocked it. When he opened it, the light from his office illuminated the dark confined space and the pathetic half-naked figure chained