{18+ content!THE STORY DARKENS WITH THE DEPTH!}
His world darker then hell, & her last fading ray of light,
His lust of blood, & her longings, her fight,
His stoned heart & her shattered soul,
Herein I bring you the story of-
The KNIGHT of the DARKS...
I MANAGED TO WRITE THIS UPDATE & IT TOOK ME HOURS TO CONCENTRATE & PLAN THIS ONE GUYS!
I WROTE ONE LAST-TO-LAST NIGHT, BUT FOUND IT SUB-STANDARD & DELETED IT, & RE-WROTE IT TODAY...
HOPE YOU'LL LIKE IT! :-)
ALL THE PICS, GIFS BELONG TO THEIR RIGHTFUL OWNERS, & ARE BEING USED ANYWHERE IN THIS BOOK & THIS CHAPTER FOR MERE ILLUSTRATION PURPOSES...
WARNING: TRIGGERING SCENED AHEAD!
READ AS PER YOUR MATURITY LEVELS, OK GUYS???
PART-B
A BLOOMING BLACK ROSE...
Ishana was jolted awake, making her blink her long curly lashes, as she found herself on the same seat of the grey-black jet, she was sitting upon when she dozed off.
"The flight has landed!" spoke the same air-hostess, but this time there was no fake sweetness in her voice, rather a scorn, a roughness, though Ishana couldn't get why as she yawned covering her mouth, & stretched her arms smiling a bit...
She looked outside to find it noon here in Bangkok!
She found a pillow & a blanket covering her... She snuggled a bit more into it, & smiled lazily, tempted to sleep a bit more, when another call from the same sharp voice was received by Ishana, who blinked her heavy lashes. She pouted & unwillingly looked at the hostess to find her scowling at her...
"Boss is leaving in a minute if you don't take that sleepy ass out, then you can sleep all you want here like a Kumbhkarana* for the next four days, without food & water!" spat the hostess making Ishana frown, as she thought of what's wrong with this fake sweety-turned-Maleficent!
{*KUMBHKARANA was a monster in RAMAYANA who slept for 6 months & then woke up just to eat & then slept again for 6 months...I too wanna sleep forever, I wanna be a KUMBHKARANA too, sleep, eat, repeat...😴😫}
She got up slowly, stumbling upon her steps, as she almost forgot her purse in her daze when the hostess reminded her of it.
She has always been a sleep-lover, but she didn't know why it felt like she had drunk before sleeping as her head felt like splitting from between & her eyes red & too heavy to even open.
She slowly stepped out of the jet, holding herself together in her hazy state, when she jumped back bringing her fists to her chest in protection while dropping her bag on the ground, after listening to a rough voice!
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