The Long Dark Story Novels & Stories

It was the first time I’d seen him soft with anyone. They were good together. Made me believe in second chances. Marlene and I got invited to a celebrity talk show, a big one, prime time, the kind that still mattered. “Couples in the Spotlight: Love After the Storm.” They wanted the story, Blackwood heiress and the “mystery man” who stole her heart amid scandal. We almost said no. But Marlene looked at me one night and said, “Let’s take back the narrative. One interview. Then we’re done talking about the past.”

In the center were flowers arranged in various shapes with information cards to explain how they each went together and told the story. Enora pulled out her phone for a photo, leaning against the railing that protected the display. Matteo came in close behind her, pressing his body in and leaning down to her ear, "This story is of two friends who thought they couldn't be together because one was already with another. However, their love was too strong to deny, gravitating towards each other until they decide to run away and live wonderfully." She turned to him in puzzlement, "That's not what the story says."

Chapter 14 “There are those who are afraid of the dark, not just because it’s dark, but because of what’s inside the darkness.” — Timothy Long JORDAN POV “And then another one bites the dust. Hell must be freezing and demons fleeing with the way everyone is just getting hooked. Tell me, what in the world is going on? Is the earth running out of women or something?” Quin drawled smoothly before winking at me, the glass of whiskey lingering on his lips for a moment.

telling him her childhood embarrassing stories. Stupid! Stupid! "I didn't have cleithrophobia until ..." he broke the silence and she looked at him. His lips were pressed and he was tightly interlocking his fingers. "I was kidnapped when I was ten and they shipped us across the ocean... We were packed like sardines in wooden crates. There were ten of us... all boys... Mikhail..." he nodded. "I met Mikhail and his brother Alexei there..." He gulped and Jacques could see his eyes reddening once more. She should say his story is far worse than her story.

I could feel Astari's reluctance in not wanting me to go further. “What is it, Astari?” I said to her, “Velkrin!” She yelled. “Impossible, Astari,” I replied to her. “Velkrins cannot be inside the castle.” Velkrins are ancient and dark beings without form. They are like shadows, consuming the souls of people, turning them into dead skeletons. What was peculiar about them was that they were controlled by vampires, wolves' natural rivals. So, wherever one was found, a vampire was close by.

He closed his eyes and sighed before giving in and kissing her again. With every laugh and kiss, they felt longing mixed with nervousness and comedy. They were like two teenagers hiding from their parents—but more intense, because they knew it was forbidden and they couldn’t stay long. So Dark immediately released his Golden Sperm. "Oooohhh! Shiiiittt! Honey! I’m done!" Dark gasped as he leaned against the cold wall, holding his chest as if he were out of breath. A smile he couldn’t erase was on his face even though he was covered in sweat.

I have only been the head of Darkness for 8 years and I must say that although it was hard for me to get here, I won it on my own merit and my men, those who are in the mansion at least are loyal to me, to the point of offering their lives for me , which I have never asked them to do but they simply feel they have to do it. We are the best on the whole fucking planet at what we do, we are the masters of the mafias, of the terrorist organizations, we are way above all of them, we have ears everywhere, we have people everywhere, but the best are in that mansion, they will not find anyone better than Max for long-distance missions, they will not be able to get information from someone quickly a

“It’s coming, it’s finally coming. Now that some things are altered and changed, things are going faster than what it is before. Well, can you hear the knocking sound, Gennivier?” “Sound? Maybe, maybe not.” Their conversation that for long is getting darker and even curses. Yet, it makes it clear to both of them that the past that everyone now knows and the ones who are asleep for a long is finally waking up are coming to light. All from his little storytelling, sharing the darkness and details of the past with his goal of both juggling the light and dark within the palm of his hand. Didn’t care who to serve and was much loyal, as long as he can have what he desired the most.

she cried to us as she handed us the painting that was meant for us. I just smiled at her as she hugged us. I looked down at the painting I was holding. "Life in the Darkness" — The Woman Who Lived in the Dark." ** Life in Darkness has signed off.

Blake's sobs soon followed at the sight of nothingness, darkness and that one hole on the ceiling. "L-luca, p-please. Get me o-out of here, p-please." Sobbed Blake in despair, his lips quivering in fear. The shivers didn't stop to crawl on his skin, as the thought of not getting out there forever started to eat his soul. He crawled backwards until a cold wall hit his back, as the sound of chains echoed around the dark room.