Things We Say In The Dark Dramione Novels & Stories

I had been thinking differents of Liam torturing me once he got me, he would torture me to death this time, I acted out of his bearings. Somebody knocked on the door while my face was swollen from the crying session, I wiped my tears and permitted them to come in, the lights of the room was still off and I was sitting at the bed in the dark. The door opened and a shadow of a mid-height lady formed, I focused my eyes to recognise who it was but my eyes chose not to cooperate with me, “Jenna, my dear,” I heard a soothing motherly voice calling me out, the voice which belonged to Miss. Beckett, “Why are you sitting in the dark?” she was about to hit the lights when I interrupted her in my grogg

“You’re a natural, Ina. This is your stage.” na laughed, her cheeks flushed and glowing under the pulsating neon lights. She raised her glass high, her voice strong and carefree. “It’s ours. Cheers!” she declared, her grin wide as the words cut through the heavy bassline. Alicia and Mateo raised their glasses in unison, their smiles mirroring hers. "Cheers!" they echoed, their voices blending with the euphoric energy of the room. The clink of glasses was drowned out by the music, but the connection was tangible—a spark that turned the ordinary into something unforgettable.

I was not alone though, I was left with my thoughts and silence. ************************************ ''Stop, wait! Where are you going? Wait!! I need to tell you something...'' I screamed on top of my voice. The trees seemed to tremble closing in on the narrow pathway between Damian and I. The pathway kept getting narrower and narrower as Damian finally faded into darkness. He was running away from what or from who? I have no idea.

"Where is my lady?" Sebastian asks "The dark forest" I replied. The journey to the dark forest wasn't as long as I imagined it would be. We arrived there just before sunset. I just hope we get what we came here for. Damon jumps off the horse, and Grant is found standing outside the dark forest " You guys look like shit " Damon mumbles. I watch them exhale, this only means that they failed in striking the deal, I seriously don't have time for this failure "You didn't do it right, did you? "

It was unbreakable for a reason. “So, how many of them are here?” “They call themselves the dark daughters,” Owen said with a wince. “I have seen only Orna and Tymeria and another woman, but I think there are more. They talk of the powers they lost… it sounds horrible, Vera. If they had gotten the crown…” Owen shuddered and I winced, feeling guilty all over again. Dark daughters. Of course. Bloody bitches sound like a horrible horror movie title. “Any idea?” I looked up at my mate and he sighed. I saw Blaine and the others kicking the door to the cells open, one by one.

Among the crowd that surrounded her, Morana saw Daniel who was charging forward while pushing several people in front of her while saying something that Morana couldn't catch. Every sound around her was ringing painfully and all Morana felt was a numb feeling. The last thing Morana remembered was looking into Daniel's eyes. One word that can describe the man right now is; Fright. For a moment Morana was happy to see the fear in his eyes, that means he still cares right? But then, when Morana blinked, the darkness that covered her made her stay there. Cold and silent darkness. A familiar place for her. # # # It was half past ten in the evening, but in the silent office one could still hear th

It was as if the darkness forbade the full moon to spread its light and to reveal that which was covered, even protected, by the darkness. Godric stood spellbound on the stage that led to his childhood fears. Another swallow. His throat felt dry, as if the liquid hadn't moisturized his throat in ages. Moments passed, then he was startled, dropped the candle, which rolled down the stairs and came to a stop behind the arch of the cellar entrance. The flame had gone out and only the glow of the moon seemed to give Godric a little light.

Lyceon let out a harsh slow breath before dipping his face into her slender neck. “I am so fucked up right now, my patience running thin and you laying here, beneath me like a nymph is not helping, Allison. On the above, Dark is trying to take over.” Lyceon growled and Allison snapped open her eyes. She thinned her lips with a deep frown, staring at the white ceilings. “You are scaring me, Lyceon.” She murmured through her tight lips. “Fuck!” Lyceon squeezed his eyes and opened them, suppressing Dark from marking her. He raised his head and looked at her beautiful face.

He’s losing his mind and Damien is even planning to nap? “I really hate you.” He mumbled. Chris doesn’t care if people see him talk to himself anymore. He has more problems than being branded as crazy. “I already told you to calm down but you’re one idiot who’s dreading alone. You just have to bring him to a place where we can be alone and I’ll handle the rest.” Damien answered. His voice is calm and his eyes are still closed. Chris looked around and there are lesser people since the lunch break is almost over.

In the film The Prisoner of Azkaban, Dumbledore addresses the Hogwarts students in the great hall and says, "But you know, happiness can be found even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light." * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy