Truth After Dark Chicago Novels & Stories

"Yes, I have several cousins, some aunts and uncles, too. They are all spread out. I haven't seen them in a long time. I have no idea where they are." "Okay. Hmm... Okay." I stood. "Alright, Kezia. Just relax. Think of this as a vacation. Don't worry. I'll figure out what's going on. You can return to your life soon." She frowned. "Okay." "Good. I'll see you later. Just take it easy." I turned and left the apartment. Liam followed me down the stairs. He stopped me before I reached the garage. "What is going on?" "I think the darkness is planning something. They couldn't get me, so they got her. It has something to do with the Grey line..."

Let go of every bit of self-respect he has for himself. Just like that, my original plan of grief and gore seems childish. Weak. This new attack is one that will hurt so much more. One that will tear apart the Chicago pack. How can they trust their Beta, if he’s fucking a demon - their worst enemy? Dark joy blossoms in my gut, all the souls that live there writhe in protest. Pushing closer to him, my palm flattens against his chest once more, his skin heating mine, sending warmth to my most intimate area. I may loathe his kind, but I am still a woman and a sexy man in front of me can still encourage those wants and needs.

He sits down on the couch, nervously twirling his glass of whiskey. - So wait, wait, what is it, everything I wrote comes true, do you materialize like someone else? Conrod asks in an agitated voice, stuttering slightly. The desire to find answers to questions overcame fear and surprise. Dook smiles slightly. - Oh no, that you are my friend, we exist independently of your mind, we and other dark creatures have been living in this world since time immemorial. Everything is actually much simpler, your dreams are prophetic visions of events taking place among the dark clans. The book describes events that happened about six months ago, and I assume you still have similar dreams, am I right? Duk

“I can be trusted.” She took a deep breath. “Can you be trusted to behave?” I let out a low chuckle. Then I leaned forward and sucked the skin on her neck, leaving her with another mark. Then I whispered against her ear, “With you? Never!” Then my hand slowly crept down from her waist until it rested just above her mons. She moaned, and she slightly leaned her head against me. “Zach… Zach, we can’t,” she whispered. “Somebody might see us. Our cousins are inside.”

“I buried the truth. I’ve always loved both of my daughters, and though I couldn’t be with Xanthe, I made sure to watch over her. I knew when Sadie Davis killed her. I wanted revenge, the same as you. But I had my own plans. I gave an assassin a mission to kill Sadie silently, without Luna knowing. I couldn’t let her blame herself for her sister’s death.” My breath caught in my throat. “But Luna knows about Xanthe,” I murmured, lowering my gaze. “She may know Xanthe is dead,” Marco replied, “but she doesn’t know they were twins.” The weight of it all bore down on me, threatening to crush me. I had deceived them both, and now, standing before the man who had orchestrated it all, I felt the we

One could tell it was dangerous. Suddenly two shadows emerged from the dark five steps from where she stood. She step back watching the two shadows cautiously. "No!" One of the shadows cried. Its voice covered with fear. The other shadow took out something that looks like a gun and pointed it at the other one. "This is my parting gift for you." The shadow whispered before pulling the trigger. A loud bang echoed in the whole place, taking away the stillness of the night.

He added, he could probably read questions inside of my head, when he throws me a cold gaze, his scarlet eyes were reflecting the sunlight’s array. “I-I didn’t do it.” “I know.” He looks away and took a sip in a mug he was holding. I just notice where we are, it looks like we’re on the highest floor of a building. I can’t help but be amazed at the expensive-looking buildings that surround us, it could be seen as the walls were made of thick glass, but transparent. ‘Does he owns this?’ “We’re still in Chicago Illinois.” “But we will be leaving tonight.” “W-What?”

"If I go down... promise me you'll step in. Show mercy. Keep the pact alive." Shane nodded. Jake drank another mouthful. "Good." The two stood in shadow, plotting outside the line of honor. Dawn approached with the promise of steel and blood. And Alpha Jake would not let anyone-including his own honor-stand between him and his mate. Because love, revenge, and desperation... thrive in the darkness.

We slaughtered dozens of their men, leaving only a few mutilated dogs alive to crawl back to Chicago with a single message: The Thornes are coming. Silas was already organizing the armor and the logistics for the final push. Once we took over Chicago, we are going to erase the Marcone bloodline from existence and absorb their entire empire into mine. Yet, while I was out there thriving in the carnage, this little swan had managed to slip right through my fingers. Not only had she escaped the campus, she had somehow managed to bend six of my men to her will. I stared at the blonde strands of hair clinging to her damp forehead.

He stretched out with positive indolence, his eyes a pure glimmer of light below the luxuriant veil of his ridiculously long lashes. “One of my PAs from the New York office… Five-foot ten, red-headed... my perfect kind of sin,” Christophe confided softly, reflectively, his eloquent mouth taking on a sensual slant. “She was as wild and hot as I was. I got laid in my coffee break…” Frozen by appalled disbelief that he could actually be confessing to such behavior, Lara was welded to the spot. Her vocal cords were strangled.