The Darkest Side Book Novels & Stories

“The darkness remembers all who traffic in it.” The Dain I had slowly become used to, the one whose hand squeezed my hip, he was tucked away. Alexandria Russo gave no reaction other than a coy smile, “Hard not to traffic in darkness when the largest underground nightclub in the world rests in your hands. Though, I suppose trafficking in darkness is better than becoming a part of it, wouldn’t you agree, my king?” “Oh, I don’t know.” He mused; his voice dangerously calm. “People think the dark will protect them and all their little secrets. It’s true, of course, but once you become one with the darkness, you can see right through it.”

All she can see is darkness. ‘Darkness again… If he’s really my family, why did he give into darkness? All I want is light from the people who love me, but I want my family to give the brightest light I could ever see in my life. I didn’t know that knowing one of them would just give me the darkest light I’ve ever wanted in my life.’

She was like April sky, sunrise in her eyes Child of light, shining star, fire in her heart Brightest day, melting snow, breaking through the chill October and April He was like frozen sky in October night Darkest cloud, endless storm, raining from his heart Coldest moon, deepest blue, tearing down the spring October and April Like hate and love, worlds apart This fatal love was like poison Right from the start Like light and dark, worlds apart This fatal love was like poison Right from the start We were like loaded guns, sacrificed our lives We were like love undone, craving to entwine Fatal touch, final thrill, love was bound to kill October and April (...) The Rasmus ft. Anette Olzon - Oc

Placing the quilt over me I start to read the book until my eyes feel heavy. I don't know when I fell asleep but I woke up and it was pitch black around me in the room. Trying to adjust my eyes to the darkness I rub my eyes with my hands for a bit and come to my senses. Hearing a sound coming from the chair in the room I turn my head that way and when my eyes fall on his yellow glowing eyes I'm fully awake at the instant. Fear instantly takes over my body. He has found me here! Hauling my body further up in the bed my heart is about to beat out of my chest. I have to get away!

All the light in his eyes was lost and replaced with darkness. It was all revealed.

Instead, he replied with actual books I’ve read before in my first life that he firmly hated. “‘Darkness Within’ is my first recommendation. Absolutely amazing. ‘Death, are you real?’ is also good, as well as ‘The Next Morning’. Those three are my best picks.” I blinked several times, visibly surprised. Earlier events completely shoved to the side as this new discovery of Cassius Silverton reading thriller books had me utterly nonplussed.

Why me? He is a man of darkness, there are no feelings in his world, no will, no consent, no love, no respect and no kindness. He would use me, ruin me the way he wants, play with me as he desires and I can't do anything. I can't do anything at all. Once he is done with me then he will discard me like trash. I can't be saved from his wicked tortures and games. He is a psycho and everyone knows that. My world shattered!

She learned to confront her fears head-on, transforming them into opportunities for growth and liberation. She unraveled the patterns that had kept her isolated and embarked on a journey of self-empowerment, reclaiming her voice and stepping into her authenticity. Throughout this chapter, Rita's story became a beacon of hope for others who were also navigating their own dark paths. Her journey served as a reminder that within the shadows lies the potential for profound transformation and inner illumination. Through her vulnerability and resilience, she inspired readers to face their own darkness, embracing the healing journey with courage and self-compassion.

I shouted. I didn't sit in the chair. I picked up the shard of the broken glass console. I didn't use the silver pen. I didn't use my blood. I looked at the Master-Chair—the heart of the Aethel-Group’s power. "I'm not the hero," I said. "And I'm not the goddess." I stabbed the glass shard into the **Center of the Light**. --- ### The Darkest Chapter The explosion wasn't made of fire. It was made of **Ink**.

6 All I could hear was my deep breaths, I had darkness all around me and I couldn’t fathom how I could help myself get through it, the black and white shades were surrounding me and I was finding a way out. Suddenly a manly voice echoed, “hey hot piece,” it travelled across my mind like a bullet, “whassup huh? how’s you doing,” his voice was making me obnoxious, wanting me to get it out through some way but I was unable to throw it out, instead, It grew further.