Darkness That Follows
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Huling na-publish Tue, Jul 11, 2023
"Never love anybody who treats you like you're ordinary."
-Oscar Wilde
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"I was always attracted to the darkness. All the dark things, dark places, dark stories, dark fantasies, dark thoughts....him. I kept telling myself that I was fucking twisted. I am not normal. If people learn about my deepest and darkest thoughts, they all will abandon me until I met him. The only dark presence I couldn't remove from my life, from my mind, and neither from my heart."
-Claire
" I know she is twisted like me. I also know she hates it. She hates it so much that she tries to change herself to fit in with the people around her. But I will make her fall in love with her every twisted and depraved part...just like I did."
-Azrael
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𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙤'𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮... 𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙫𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙣'𝙨 𝙤𝙗𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 In a world where fiction and reality collide Zaraeva Maelis, a literature student and writer, faces the ultimate test of control when the villain from her novel, Kaen Azhar, steps into her world. Kaen, the embodiment of power, vengeance, and chaos, refuses to remain a puppet to her words."You're my creator, Zaraeva," Kaen whispers, his voice like a promise and a threat. "But that doesn't mean I'll let you control me." "You wrote me to destroy everything," Kaen murmurs, his voice laced with dark allure. "Now, I'll start with you." Kaen isn't just dangerous-he's intoxicating, his obsession with Zaraeva blurring the line between passion and possession. "You fascinate me, Little writer. Not as my creator, but as the woman who will belong to me." In a world where manipulation is love and power is seduction, Zaraeva must navigate the chaos she once wrote-now brought to life. But can she resist the villain who was never meant to exist? "Love? You don't know the first thing about love, my Quilly. Love is power. It's control. It's the ability to destroy someone... and knowing they'll let you." "That's not love. That's madness." "Then call me mad." "You keep running from me, but there's nowhere to hide, Quilly. You can write a thousand endings, but in every one of them, I'll find you." "Why can't you just leave me alone?" "Because you made me who I am. And now, I'll make you mine."
Taunting the Stalker
He's obsessed, insane even. He has to know her, watch her, touch her. She's his, and nothing will stop him. But she's smarter than he thinks.. ••• "You call me if he bothers you ever again, yeah?" "It's really nothing I-" he cuts me off "You'll call me." He says firmer "okay?" "Okay" I say softly, looking up at him. He's so fucking close to me. We just stand there for a moment and I'm having trouble remembering how to breathe. He leans closer, gently tilting my head up so that my eyes stay on him. "Good girl"Kumpleto
Psycho Cuffed
Orion I'm stuck in a shit hole. Yes compared to every other insane person here, I'm living in luxury and I quite don't have a reason to be outside. I have everything I need. The one reason I had was no longer there. But I might've found another reason to leave, or not. My reason comes here every damn day. I fucking love it. Zee Only one mad man here lives better than half the population on Earth. And he's killed people. Somehow that doesn't bother me. I can look into his eyes just fine. I like it even, he's piercing green eyes sometimes makes me think he's perfect, until I remember he's the 'psycho killer'. Something doesn't make me want to leave. Maybe it's my job as a nurse, or maybe it's something I'm ashamed to admit.Kumpleto
**𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐳** Panic surges through me, and before I know it, I'm turning on my heel, trying to run, to escape the impending punishment. I barely make it a few steps before I feel his hand clamp down on my hair, yanking me back with terrifying force. "Going somewhere, little girl?" "P-please let g- ahh! Please! H-Hurts me!" "Afraid, are we now, baby?" His voice is a snarl now, filled with fury. "L-leave m-me," tears sting my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall. I'm scared of him, scared of what he'll do to my friend, scared of what he'll do to me. His grip on my hair tightens and I wince, choking back a sob. "Oh, why? Don't you like my hands on you, baby?" He mocks hurt that instantly turns back into anger. "But you were fine when that fucker touched you, ain't that right?" Then he pulls a silver knife out of his suit, twirling it lazily between his ink-covered knuckles and my blood freezes at the sight of that psychotic grin. ***** People quaked with fear at the sound of his name and me along with them. He was Demetrios 'the God' Nikolayev and he was first in command of Russian mafia. He was a true psychopath who enjoyed hurting people, and I hated him for that. The worst thing - he owned me. "Try to accept the darkness, because from now on, it will be your only light." I tried so hard, but I couldn't understand it back then. How possibly can darkness be light? ***** This is not a vanilla romance but a dark, toxic, perverted, obsessive story. The book contains mature themes such as foul language, bdsm, sexual and abusive content, kinks, blood, manipulation, etc. Please keep that in mind.
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