Novel & Cerita Touch Of Darkness Books

I reached out, trying to wrap my arms around my mother, but she was just out of reach. I wanted to tell her, 'It doesn't matter, Mom, it's just a piece of paper. I'm still right here with you. But why… why can't I touch you anymore?' My mother's grief exploded, and she lunged at Amelia again, sinking her teeth into her hand. Amelia cried out and shoved my mother away with a swift kick. At last, my mother snatched the paper away. Her hands shaking, she tried to tuck my death certificate back into her bag.

I was just making tea. He stepped closer, crouching to help, his arm brushing mine. The scent of his soap, clean, masculine hit me like a wave. Our fingers touched over a piece of porcelain, and electricity shot straight to my pussy, making it throb. I yanked back, but he held on, his grip firm. 'You okay?' he asked, concern mixing with something darker in his tone. I nodded, but my mind raced. Katrina was still asleep upstairs, the house silent except for our breathing. Why did he have to look like that? Like every forbidden fantasy I'd buried deep.

“I hate that you’re the only thing I can see. I hate that I call you ‘Dad’ in front of her while I’m dying to touch you like this. Even when Hunter touches me, I’m still reaching for your ghost. You’ve ruined everything. I’m empty, Dave. There’s nothing left of me that isn’t yours.” I moved my hand up, my fingers trembling as they traced the hard line of his jaw, then moved to the corner of his mouth. “Please,” I breathed, tilting my head back, my eyes still closed as I sought the heat of his skin. “Just for a second, pretend I’m the one you chose. Tell me I’m not crazy for wanting to die every time you touch her.” I pressed my lips to the side of his neck, a soft, desperate graze. He smelle

It is now just a matter of time as we watch the twilight for clues, and we watch and wait for the inevitable. Jimmy reached back feeling for the bottom step and slowly sat down, although it felt like he was falling backward. He held onto the book as though he had just discovered a great treasure. "Damn," he mumbled as he stared at the words. He blew out a breath he had been holding and still couldn't move from the steps, but the words on the pages began to open doors in his mind.

He pulled me closer and started to lick the blood oozing out. At first I was disgusted and resented his touch but unexpectedly, as the seconds passed, the pain lessened. It wasn't gone but it didn't hurt like hell. The burn slowly subsided. Gradually, I began to relax. Not because I wanted to but because my body felt numb and weak. He continued to lick my blood clean while my eyelids became heavy. Soon after I was consumed by the very thing that defined the Prince. Darkness. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Prince Phoenix's POV

The previous books are: - Fated Rejection – Fated Claim (Book 1) - Fated Soul – Fated Light (Book 2) - Fated Power – Fated Destiny (Book 3) The previous books in the Dark Moon series (Cross-over series) are: - His Hunt For Redemption (Book 1) - Design of Fate (Book 2)

Lucian whispered, trailing his finger over her face. Finally, Lucian left the room. The book sat on the desk, its dark cover gleaming ominously. He could feel its pull, the promise of power and throne. But one thing rang in his mind, he had to find her, and for the first time, Lucian felt a glimmer of light. But the battle was far from over. The shadows within him stirred, restless and insistent, opposing him from making a stupid step again.

Dark of Night Copyright 2019 Emily Goodwin Chapter One “What do you see when you look at this one?” The doctor holds up a card, showcasing an ink splotch that’s twisted and creepy, with eyes that follow you no matter where you go. I look at it, heart hammering away inside my chest. The mess of ink on the white paper reminds me of the monster that lurks in Nana and Papa’s basement, the one that tried to get Abby and Scott to go downstairs with it.

“Please, Lucian… touch me more.” He pulled back slightly, eyes darkening with satisfaction. “Not yet. Beg properly, little girl. Show me how much you need it.” His command sent a fresh wave of arousal through my core. I felt myself growing wetter, the dress suddenly too confining. He trailed one finger along my collarbone, dipping lightly into the plunging neckline of my dress but never quite reaching my aching breasts. The light touches tormented me, building the tension until I could barely sit still.

Couldn't resist the temptation, I raised my hand to drive him through, but before I could touch him, his hand shot out at lightning speed and held me tight. My smile slipped a little. He couldn't have told me more clearly that I shouldn't touch him. "I ... I'm sorry, I didn't mean ..." I pressed my lips together tightly and avoided his gaze. Yesterday I was allowed to do that too, why not anymore today? Nick pulled my hand to his mouth and breathed a kiss on the knuckles. "What are you sorry for?" "That I ... I just thought ... I ..." "Grace," he interrupted my stuttering. He let go of me and leaned over me. The blanket slid down to his waist and revealed his magnificent chest. "All is well.