Winx Club Dark Winx Novels & Stories

This is not a happy starting either. This is the story of Dua, a 19 yrs old girl. Dua is the hero of this story. The whole plotline revolves around her. My first book is completely based on a woman and her dark world. Now Dua is dead. Arin is alone, living in the Memories of her. I know the ending sucked but you guys better wait for the Bonus chapter. .. .. Thank you ShineeSunshine ❤️

Now, it felt like a uniform for a different kind of prison. The club was loud, as always, a pulsing beat of music and laughter that usually helped me forget. Tonight, it just amplified my anxiety. I danced my usual sets, smiled at the usual faces, and collected my usual tips, trying to appear carefree, untouchable. But every glance at the clock reminded me that tomorrow night held something far more unsettling. --- Saturday night passed in a haze of flashing lights and forced smiles. When the last customer finally stumbled out and the cleaning crew started their work, the club felt strangely quiet, the air thick with stale perfume and cigarette smoke. My heart pounded a frantic rhythm agains

If his wife walked right in here at this very moment, she would most definitely scream her heart out, and then go home crying. He sat there, at the darkest corner of the club with his friends, highly intoxicated with the effect of the numerous amounts of beer he had downed as Foxy gave him a lap dance, sensually, if I might add. He could hardly concentrate on the drink he was holding, his eyes trained on the infamous full chested dancer. The banker who, in the light, bragged about his perfect home was proving to everyone in the dark, that it was far from perfect. The music in the background of the night club, hit louder and sensual than any other night. And even as I moved, I forgot who I wa