The Deep Dark Book Novels & Stories

"I love you" The white light stretching in front of him as it hits him. To know nothing after it . Everything goes dark, as he feels his consciousness fading. His body burns with the current, thrashing to only silent down . Staring at the full moon above with his moist eyes going still, he finally submits to darkness that laid the foundation of the rise of the one only know in books. It was indeed. "The begining of the death wolf" ........ Book 1 End. Book 2 titled : The Rise of death

I can't live my school because it's the only school that get dark-side books in it's library in my town New Orleans. I frequently used to go to library to read about story life of past oracles so I went against Mr John's advice by sneaking into the library to read my favourites untill I was banned not to enter the library anymore. Even though I was banned but he had forgotten that I borrowed a book from the library weeks ago which happened to be the darkest one called The Black Cults because I was eager to know how the black cults kill the Viper in that book.

And somewhere, deep in my bones, a voice, make, dark , rich, whispers, 'He’s lying.'

And in Veil, discretion was their law. I headed into the velvet part of the club, which was strictly by invitation. I had high expectations for this one, I wanted him to be what his profile promised. His name was Nightshade, and his bio said he was a dominant, exactly what I needed. After he added me on Blink, we spoke a little and he sent the invite. There was some dark about him which would usually repulse me, but instead it was like a magnet drawing me in. It hooked me in like a hand on my throat.

“The Blackwood Academy — a place where elites connect with elites, and the rich grow richer.” RECAP: Marlene knows her family’s dark secrets—and that Ethan might be playing a dangerous game with her. ♠️ ETHAN ♠️ After my encounter with Marlene, I knew I was diving headfirst into a mess I wouldn’t easily get out of. Something told me this wouldn’t be simple—and I was right. It wasn’t just Marlene. Caspian could have ended me in an instant, yet he let me go, simply to warn me. That alone made me wary.

The rink along her finger taps about on the wooden, outer exterior. The larger man finds himself in the public library. The establishment is made with countless bookshelves that are on their last leg. It seems that they only stand up out of the will of defiance rather than curiosity about the creature’s knowledge. Among all the peasants that are reading, some are ripping pages out of the book and eating the paper, though these people are poor and few and far between, Garth is still able to beam his eyes around the community and spot them, though he doesn’t say anything. Instead, his right-hand reaches to the top of one of the bookshelves. The top shelves are home to books that have not been

FUCK ME, STEP DADDY 2 Lila’s knees sank into the thick rug as she knelt before him, completely naked, her skin flushed from the short walk down the hallway. Her heart thundered so loudly she was sure he could hear it. Marcus towered above her, bare-chested, the low-slung black lounge pants doing nothing to hide the thick ridge of his erection straining against the fabric. His hazel eyes burned into hers, they were dark, possessive, and impatient.

Faith and the wolf stood at the edge of the deep. Faith held onto Killian’s neck, and he stood like a pillar of stone beside her. Together, they pushed a final, crushing wave of energy into the black pool. The Dark Wolf let out one last, tormenting scream as it was completely pulled down into the depths of the earth. The black liquid followed, drained away into a prison so deep that no king or scientist would ever find it again. The Archive went silent.

he points at her with his chin, expressionless, “didn't you want to join our group? There is the proof.” I swallow a bitter breath when I reach for it and study it, without a doubt it is the same bracelet that the Zanni subjects had. “Why black?” “I really don't know.” He dives into the pages of his new book of the week and surprisingly it is not the one he read yesterday. Had I already finished it? For sure yes. His title was somewhat ironic; The Darkest Book of Cheap Poetry.

She had let herself tumble into something dark, deadly, and intoxicating. She had let herself be his.