다크 로맨스 Novels & Stories

Yes I will Jude is not handsome in a classical way he has a broken nose he's pale he has obsidian hair but he has a body of a magic Mike dancer if you have seen one not big just lean enough to have the six pack my friend Carmen has a bit of a crush on him. But I like my man like I like my coffee dark." yes I will give you the money but on condition " I knew it there is never kindness with him " Okay " You will do anything for that guy " i swallow then nod " Good I want you to suck my cock for five minutes " my eyes almost fall out of their socket as the statements Shocks me to the core "I am not doing that " I will give you $5000 dollars " that shocks me again pulling me back from the door

Darkness crashes in. And I feel nothing at all.

What did he want from me anyway? And ShadowKing is waiting in the dark with words that reach through the screen and find the exact place I have been pretending does not exist. I choose the dark again. Some hungers do not care how many times they have already cost you everything.

As he ran his fingers over her slit, he gathered the moisture and dragged it over her clit. Plucking his fingers in, he began thrusting. Her back arched, but her moans were muffled by the panties in her mouth. Spreading her legs, he plucked another finger in and circled her clit, driving her to climax. “Argh!” she moaned, her back arching. As he thrusted once more, a slurp sound escaped, mingling with their ragged breaths. “You’ve crossed a line, kitten, and now you'll face the darkness you've awakened.” He whispered in her ears, his voice dark, rich and husky as it tinged with a warning.

Footsteps walked into the living room, and I raised my head slowly, my throat tightening when I met his gaze. The intensity, the burning desire, the way his eyes darkened with something forbidden like he wouldn’t hesitate to take me right there. My pulse stumbled, my heart betrayed me, and my composure threatened to slip away. Damien stepped forward, his eyes on me the whole time without sparing a glance at Caterina. She faced him, but he didn’t look away, not even for a second. Standing a few away, his lips parted to speak, words that further fueled my uneasiness and anxiety.

The hydra symbol on the shield ignites with pink electric coursing through its eyes and the iron blade has that same current rushing through its metal. “Stop it!” Leon tries to scream but his uncle is already swinging. The powerful long sword meets with the small, short sword of the dwarf. Once she hears the sound clash, a fire rushes within her eyes and she rolls to the ground to get behind him. While she does, she draws out that hidden dagger and slices at the ankle of the guardsmen. Valyn is quick to turn around now facing the dual-wielding specialist. The other guards begin to take away the others. Though they are shocked by what they saw. Romare, goes invisible. There is an exposed spot

I have also learned how they refer to each other. A person named Night is a twilight lyceum; this means protectors of the twilight and carries the virus to create other lyceums. Chanco means protectors of the night. The twilight is what they call the shadow realm. The shadow realm is the term given to the plane between day and night; it is a world within itself. The only way I can explain it is a dimension just outside of our reality.

DARK FIFTY FIVE: OWNING HIS BELOVED Third person's POV: "I fucking love you, you know?" Asked Luca, hungrily. " I'm going to make you mine right now, baby. The smaller male under him was dazed in lust and passion, as he stared at his lover, who's in verge of taking him. Blake looked at him with full of admiration and love, as he mentally counted the days where he was lusting over him but decided to ignore to avoid the odd feeling. "You're so beautiful, Blake."

He blinked, and the shielding of his eyelashes momentarily covered the beauty, naturally long and soft looking- feminine compared to the rest of his well-structured features. By the time the stranger's eyes opened again, that beautiful green that was vibrant turned into something so malicious, dangerous. Darkness engulfed the dark eyes, turning them into something much colder, demonic. Around his eyes, veins pulsed underneath his flawless complexion. "You'll regret ever being alive." His voice was just as deadly as he looked.

The screams continued as he cleared the concrete steps, hesitantly stepping into the light. Darkous exploded into laughter as he glanced around the vast space beneath the house, the florescent lighting barely eliminating the space. He located the source of the gurgling cry, smiling as he watched the torture that played out before him. The space below the house had been renovated, holding all that was necessary to eternally torture those who dared to cross them. The screams were coming from the corner, a bloodied man strapped into a metal chair. The immortal being that the psychopathic lord had come to see was laughing playfully as he tore into the man’s chest with a small scalpel, creating a