The Dark Minded

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This story, well all I can say about it is that we all experience a darker part of ourselves, but what our antagonist will learn, even darkness cause have its own fear....All Rights Reserved

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Chapter one: Fear
Thu, Dec 1, 2016

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Chapter one: Fear
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Loving him was the cruelest kind of torment-a love that lived in the shadows, one that could never bask in the warmth of the sun. I was nothing more than a stolen moment, a whispered name in the dark, a secret he tucked away between the life he had built and the one he wished he could have. I knew, deep down, that I was a fracture in his story, a fleeting escape from the weight of his reality. And yet, I still clung to him, to the illusion that for a few precious hours, he was mine. But the truth was relentless-it came in the form of unanswered texts, in the way he dressed hurriedly after loving me, in the way he said her name with the same tenderness he once gave me. I had given him my heart, knowing he would never be able to keep it, and yet, I loved him still. Loved him as I watched him walk away, loved him as he returned to the arms of the woman he truly belonged to, loved him as I drowned in the loneliness he left behind. Because no matter how much I wished it to be different, I was not his home-I was just a place he visited before going back to where his heart truly lived.

you will get what is coming to you. but I will instead write about it instead of attracting any of you.

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A dark love story. Read the story to know more because I don't know what to give the description of the same.

𝗦𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝘂𝗽𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲 "𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐞? Why not destroy me? Why not take revenge on me?" Her voice broke, tears streaming down as the weight of truth crushed her. She looked at him through eyes that no longer knew how to see-eyes that had once seen love, loyalty, family. And now? Lies. Just lies. All of it. But he didn't flinch. He didn't look away. Instead, he stepped forward with the calm of someone walking into fire, knowing it would burn but going anyway. "For what should I take revenge on you?" he asked softly, his voice steady as if trying to cradle her with it. "For a sin committed by a dead man, before you were even born?" She blinked, stunned by the mercy in his words. ━━━━⊱⋆⊰━━━━ She was never meant to be his bride. He was never meant to be her savior. On the day of her political marriage to Alaric Ruso-a man she had every reason to hate-three Stalteri relatives were found dead. That night, an even bigger body dropped. What she didn't expect was Alaric defending her to a room full of wolves, claiming her as his wife, yet warning her: "No love. No emotion. No betrayal." But Daphne? She was made to break things. Their marriage was born from ruin, sharpened by rage, and bound by secrets. And with every broken rule, the cracks beneath their fragile alliance deepened, revealing secrets far deadlier than betrayal. A past soaked in blood. A present drowning in conspiracies. And a future where neither may survive-unless they burn everything to the ground first. But when someone tries to take her life, again and again, Alaric nearly dies to save her-everything shifts. Because Daphne is not just a pawn. And Alaric is not just a man of rules. There are monsters in their pasts, and Daphne is the deadliest of them all. What happens when the girl meant to be broken becomes the blade itself? And the man who vowed not to love, begins to bleed for her?.

What began as something for somewhere else has gone off out on its own and become one heck of a monster that even I did not see coming ...

It's not the dark that makes us scared, it's what lurks within the dark that makes us afraid.

Sometimes we're scared of our own stories. Sometimes we're brave enough to tell them. Sometimes we can't move forward. Sometimes we are forced to. Sometimes people wish they were in our shoes. Sometimes they think we like what we have. Sometimes they envy us. Sometimes they destroy us. Sometimes we destroy them. And most of the time we are the destruction.

His mistress

Loving him was the cruelest kind of torment-a love that lived in the shadows, one that could never bask in the warmth of the sun. I was nothing more than a stolen moment, a whispered name in the dark, a secret he tucked away between the life he had built and the one he wished he could have. I knew, deep down, that I was a fracture in his story, a fleeting escape from the weight of his reality. And yet, I still clung to him, to the illusion that for a few precious hours, he was mine. But the truth was relentless-it came in the form of unanswered texts, in the way he dressed hurriedly after loving me, in the way he said her name with the same tenderness he once gave me. I had given him my heart, knowing he would never be able to keep it, and yet, I loved him still. Loved him as I watched him walk away, loved him as he returned to the arms of the woman he truly belonged to, loved him as I drowned in the loneliness he left behind. Because no matter how much I wished it to be different, I was not his home-I was just a place he visited before going back to where his heart truly lived.

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