Darkvibes Stories

Aarav Devan a boy who is famous but calm, tall , good looking many friends and very a intellegent student. Rukshika Ravi she is not so famous but know she have a small circle of friends, is really pretty, kind gentle but she also can be dangerous too her grades are way to good. Rukshika didn't show much interrest in relationships but for her bad luck she slowly falls in love with the guy she used to hate Aarav Devan. Rukshika Ravi and Aarav Devan slowly falling in love....but one day changed everthing in her life the dream world start to broke and completely change. Will her life change forever, or will she manage to escape from the change of her life...

She didn't want to enter in their life, but she did. They didn't want to accept her, to call her sister, but they were left with no room to escape. . . . . . . . She became his ruthless obsession, a desire for which he would die and kill anyone. He became her possession, a possession where no boundaries mattered, no chains, no past interfered. . . . When he met her first, he said: "Marwaayengi ye aankhein." She shot him four times in the chest, right where his heart lies. He died looking into the depths of her eyes. His last word: "Marwaayengi ye aankhein." Dive into a world where lies are woven into every breath, with a dreadful past and unforgivable sin ............................ 🤌👀🫀💫

Her name is Cipherwave. A broken code. A shadow reborn. By Soundwave's side, she becomes the voice that war was never meant to hear. The Autobots hunt her. The Decepticons watch her with suspicion. But behind her visor pulses something more than code: a will. A choice. And yet... in the silence between two frequencies lies the true power.

❝The oceans are not silent.❞

In a town where nothing ever truly happens, silence becomes the loudest secret of all. Aarohi has always noticed things others ignore- the way people hesitate before speaking, the way certain places feel... wrong. But when a girl from her town disappears, the silence around it feels different. Heavier. Like something is being hidden. And then there's Abhinav- quiet, distant, and always watching. He knows something. Maybe everything. The more Aarohi searches for answers, the more the past begins to slip through- in fragments, in flashes, in things she doesn't remember living. Because some secrets aren't forgotten. They're buried. And some silences... were never meant to be broken.

Aarav feels everything... a few seconds too late. As his reality begins to fracture, he is forced to question the one thing he trusted most-his own existence. Some minds don't break loudly. They disappear quietly.

In the restless city of Amsterdam, a precise and emotionally guarded man named Jack lives a life ruled by control and calculation. Everything changes when he meets Marcie, a blind woman whose calm presence and pure heart bring unexpected peace into his dark world. As their bond deepens into love and marriage, Jack begins to believe in a life beyond his dangerous past - until a sudden message from the mafia forces him to face a terrifying truth. His love and his secret world are about to collide.

Forestry Ville - a serene and lovely little town. Different from your usual perception of towns in general. But every town has some dark secrets which are best left unknown. Anabelle Sanders somehow knew that something was off with this town when she first stepped foot in it. Despite being told that it was just mere discomfort and unwillingness to adapt, she had that feeling - almost like a sixth sense - that a storm was on the way. A dark evil storm.

it's a story related to suga's new song heagum plzz go and stream haegum And yass actually English is my second language so sorry for grammar and spelling mistakes 😭🤝

"she ruled with silence,and broke with screams no one ever heard." Ishani Sehgal is feared...an untouchable force wrapped in elegance,danger and sheer brilliance. A name whispered with awe. A face etched in desire. But behind the flawless power lies a women shattered by a past that never let her breath her scar aren't visible,but they scream louder than words. And love? it's a war zone she vowed never to enter again. Mahir raheja... gentle, grounded and everything she doesn't trust. he doesn't come with weapons. he come with warmth. with patience. with hands that don't want to grab but hold. Eyes that don't judge,but see. A heart that listen to the silence in her Chaos. He doesn't try to fix her....He stays long enough for her to fix herself. In a world where she built walls out of pain, he become the only one brave enough to bleed trying to break them.

Love broke her. Silence held her. And something unseen... stayed. In the middle of her pain, she begins to heal- not because someone saved her, but because something never let her fall. She was never afraid of being alone... until love taught her what it feels like to be left behind. Broken by what she once believed in, she learned to live with silence, to gather her scattered pieces on her own. But somewhere between the quiet nights and unspoken pain, something stayed. Not a voice. Not a face. Just a presence... that never left. As her wounds begin to heal, she finds comfort in what she cannot see, and strength in what she cannot explain. Is it real... or is it something within her all along? "Her Silent Healing" is a journey of pain, presence, and the kind of healing that doesn't need words. |DD| DuskyDiary

I was never meant to be a girl he'd touch- Just the secret he'd bleed for. We met in the shadows of a storm-soaked town where everyone knew your sins by the weight in your eyes. He was the boy with inked knuckles and a voice like a lullaby laced in venom. I was the silent one, with grief stitched into my skin and a mind built like a locked room. We swore we hated each other. Then he tasted my pain like it was honey. And I let him. But this isn't a love story. It's a dare. A burn. A reckoning. Because when you fall for the boy born to break things- You better pray you're not the one who shatters. Dark. Obsessive. Forbidden. This is a tale for the girls who dream in bruises and the boys who love like fire.

Ek sheher hai - Kashi jahan ghante dua maangte hain aur andhere apna haq. Wahin kahin, zameen ke neeche ek pinjra tha jismein ek ladki ne zindagi seekhi jeena nahi Uska naam Advika Shrivastava hai Paida hote hi qaid, aur qaid hi uski pehchaan Usne khwaab nahi dekhe - sirf darr pala hai azaadi uske liya kahani hai, aur pyaar... ek aisa shabd jiska matlab kabhi samjha hi nhi. Phir aata hai ek din, jab pinjra nhi tha ek shant awaz thi Neel Upadhyay ek aisa ladka jo dard mehsoos nahi karta tha. Na shareer ka, na dil ka. Ye kahani hai... ek masoom qaid aur ek be-ehsaas azadi ki hai Qaid-e-Ishq shuru hoti hai yaha se....

One ordinary night at a crowded nightclub turns into something unforgettable when Deysi crosses paths with Grip. Between flashing neon lights, loud music, and a chance encounter neither of them expected, the two are drawn into each other's world. Grip is mysterious, confident, and impossible to read. Deysi never expected one night out to introduce her to someone who would leave such a lasting impression. What begins as a simple meeting could become a connection filled with secrets, unexpected twists, and moments neither of them saw coming.

Phantom Requiem: Oh Merica! tears open the shiny veil of the American Dream to expose the blood, shadows, and broken promises beneath. On a night when fireworks scream louder than freedom, twisted bodies and ancient sigils mark the start of a reckoning nobody saw coming. Enter Phantom Requiem - a relentless, shadow-wielding avenger born from betrayal and madness, hunting down corruption that feeds on guilt, lies, and power plays. From neon-lit city streets soaked in blood to cursed bridges bleeding spectral chains, his justice is dark, brutal, and unforgiving. But this isn't just a tale of vengeance. It's a prophecy - a chilling vision of a nation fractured by greed, war, and mistrust. As the star of freedom flickers, and the pillars crumble, only those broken by pain can rise to reshape a future balanced between light and shadow. This book is raw, unfiltered, and unapologetic - a pulse-pounding journey into the heart of America's darkest truths, seen through the eyes of a specter who refuses to let lies stand unchallenged. Phantom Requiem: Oh Merica! - where justice hides in shadows, and the reckoning burns bright.

Life's a Bitch is a raw, street-born album carved from cold nights and hard lessons. It tells the story of growing up with nothing but pressure and persistence, where hunger builds ambition and pain sharpens purpose. Each track moves like a confession, survival over sentiment, grind over excuses. This is music for anyone who learned early that life doesn't play fair, but kept moving anyway, turning scars into a voice the streets can hear.

Feelings

At Blackthorne Academy, Nyra Vale is perfection incarnate. Top grades. Flawless smile. Untouchable calm. No one knows that beneath her uniform lies the heir to The Veil - a secret magical syndicate that rules the city's underground with memory spells, stolen artifacts, and quiet cruelty. Nyra is the villain in every story. And she likes it that way. Until a mysterious new student arrives. Ash Carter is observant, sharp, and hiding secrets of his own. He asks too many questions. Watches too closely. And when a powerful artifact goes missing at Blackthorne, their paths collide in a game of deception, danger, and irresistible tension. She plans to manipulate him. He plans to expose her. But when darkness meets darkness... love might be the most dangerous weapon of all. In a world where magic hides beneath modern streets, will they destroy each other... or rule together?

She doesn't break hearts. She collects them. Kiera Drake is elegance wrapped in cruelty - a woman who smiles softly while planning your end. By day, she's irresistible. By night, she becomes your last confession. This is not a love story. This is obsession. This is desire soaked in blood. If you believe love saves people - turn back now. Because some women don't want to be loved... They want to be remembered. 👁️🩸

It was too easy to follow the rules. The FBI has to deal with the crime. I have time. You have to wait for my fucking brother to get rid of that damn Igor. He suspects us. He is too curious for his own good. He must be beheaded. I can't stand it anymore. I have to kill. I must slaughter. I have to torture. I have to murder. My need goes to my head. He makes the spectacular entrance redo. The killer of beliefs is in prison. It is our turn to terrified and traumatized the whole world. To hear them praying for their lives and screaming in pain is a sweet melody to my ears... I love to see them frozen in place. Adrenaline is the worst drug. Watching them struggle to stay alive makes me laugh. They continue to fight despite their pathetic lives. It's funny. Come back is important. Everything has to be perfect. No DNA. No drops of blood should be left. Everything has to be perfect. The artery should be cut with surgical precision. The jugular torn off. The vital organs came out and sorted around the victim. The signature K.D.V. should not be forgotten.