Luxury Dark の小説・ストーリー

The master suite, once a sanctuary of modern luxury, had transformed into a battleground of ancient forces. The air was thick and stagnant, vibrating with a low-frequency hum that set the glassware to rattling. The soft, gray light of the false dawn struggled to penetrate the room, seemingly pushed back by the oppressive, murky gray radiance bleeding from Leela's chest.

sigh loudly when there was no hope of response too from her now he finally lifted her in his arms, straightening his jacket to cover her body before walking out in the cold night. -0-0— Why is it so dark? I may be afraid when I go through darkness, but if I don't go through it, I will never get to the light I want... All I know is Nothing comes after darkness but light, nothing comes after sadness but happiness... Opening her mouth she groaned as she moved her leg unintentionally, getting a sharp pain she tightly closed her eyes and slowly opened it as she held her head by smelling a neatly calming unfamiliar scent, her eyes directly met the night sky from the glass roof, Lily was surprised

Grace The Dark Elite Club felt like stepping into a different world. One where every shadow hid a secret and every glance meant something more. I gulped the lump formed in my throat and shifted uncomfortably on the high stool at the bar, my leather skirt riding up just a bit as I crossed my legs. The air was thick with expensive cologne and low murmurs, the red lights casting everything in a sultry glow that made my skin prickle. Everything here screamed wealth and power but what made me uneasy was … the danger that lingered in the air.

“Shame you kept her hidden. I’d have given her a dance or two.” Hunter’s smirk vanished. His eyes flashed dangerously, though he still didn’t move. “Lux,” Hunter’s voice cut sharp, moving on before he did something rash. Lux was dark-haired. His olive-toned skin and sharp, narrowed eyes gave him an exotic, deadly beauty. He looked almost too perfect, the kind of man that made women’s heads turn in any room. He gave her a slow, deliberate look, then smirked, revealing a silver tooth that glinted under the lights.

Dressed in nothing but black and melancholy, I made my way inside Lucid Haven. It's an exclusive club for elites, rich people. The interior itself screamed of luxury. The crowd was crazy loud, people were surrounded by dazzling disco lights and white smoke. There's a dance floor in the middle filled with dancing sweaty bodies; the smell of alcohol and cigars reeked in the air.

Dim light gives way to bright white light, and rusty metal gives way to luxury furnishings. My jaw almost hinges open. From above, you'd never know men of Derek's calibre live below. But here inside, you can see no penny has been spared in making this underground bunker a home for the Elite. Plush carpets swallow my feet; daring golds line the wall. Chandeliers hang at an equal pace as we walk in tense silence.

Parties like these help to make strong connections with wealthy people and I know Laurence is here for that, that's the only motive. After greeting a few people together, he excused himself just as always and that's what I hate about parties. I feel lonely and trapped among the foxes. The boredom kills me and the annoying thing is, I can't leave without Laurence who takes forever in talking to people who are 'Important'. After grabbing the drink, I decided to admire the hall which has a gothic vibe just like my gown which is black with a mermaid fit. People here are not interesting but thankfully the architecture is.

he nods smiling and whispers “This is going to be luxurious…” We reach the stairs that lead to the lower floors of the mansion, the place where I live is a huge mansion with about 3 visible floors, made of tempered glass, it is really luxurious, elegant and minimalist to a certain extent, I am a simple guy but with good taste, it has everything a mansion should have, swimming pool, garage, kitchen, gym, recreation areas, it is a mansion and as ironic as it seems I like the light, at least here, even though I live in a world of darkness.

I exhale and follow his lead. Pureblood vampires seem to have a thing for luxury; with Gabriel, it’s his two-wheeled toys, but with these vampires it’s opulence. Obsidian and ivory color scheme, gold chandeliers placed carefully, giving the place a warm glow. Paintings, antique furniture, black drapes - a proper medieval fucking thing. A dark-skinned man greets us in the entryway and gestures for us to follow him into the throne room. Wow, these vamps think highly of themselves to even still have a fucking throne room; I’m sure I’ll hate them when I see their arrogant faces.

But when Morana nodded and allowed Daniel to do what he should have done, it was at that moment that Daniel didn't hold back at all anymore. Beat after beat that made the bed under them creak, mixed with the sighs of the two of them. It is this sound that dominates the hotel room they occupy. Echoing between the bedroom walls and bouncing off the ceiling… The moonlight that penetrates in, becomes a silent witness for the two people who are pushing themselves to achieve worldly pleasures that cannot be described in words. Again and again… They did it all night… # # # The room was dark and gloomy because none of the lights were on, while the owner was holding his cellphone tightly and standing