Angel Alucard

Of darkness and dark desires. Of nocturnal creatures, of madness and erotic feasts. Threatning to bring dark creatures to their old glory,  Lizbeth Gabriel  brings us this book of short stories, wonderfully written, full of darkness and moments of undoubtelly good humour. The Theater Of Dusk  is the right book, if you're seraching for all of the above in a single book. NOTE TO READERS: Independent published authors survive from reviews and often people lose nothing by reviewing the amazing works that come accross their hands. If you're a reader of this book, please care to write a review about it on the website. Thank you so much!

It's night. I came from work not too long ago. Sitting in the old couch of my old living / dining room, I have decided to check out my profile on that website. That is a good website to get some good eye candy, but for rare occasions to have good and decent conversations. It is kind of problematic to me, to get some good comversations with people. From times to times, I text a message for a text service of chat. I leave my number there, in the hope someone comes along with a good conversation. I end up sex-ting. Rare are the men who come up with any other good conversation, without involving sexual traits. And those who do, always want to meet up, get boyfriends and the whole stack of ideas you might getting in your heads. That website serves the nice purpose to see handsome men (I am not really into looking at the ladies, boobs and the rest of their bits). It also serves the purpose of getting to know different fetishes, people into them. And that is how I have been delightin...

I will not be nobody's puppy! No man will put his paw on me. No man will rule my life. If there's something I really don't want, is to be anyone's pup! I don't want to get this "hunged"! You'll have to get born 100.000, 1.000.000 times to be my master! I am like the wind, I amlike the sea, no man can grab me between his hands. If anyone picks me in his hands, Ill drip between their fingers.  I am a chimera: a mytical creature. I am the myth that someone has heard about, but that has never really seen. Through the mist, tales about me are told, but where does the truth ends and begin the lies? Where are the facts about me or about my existance? Through the mist, my tales get lost. The sea mist gets up in the morning fog. My taleis told one more time! The city of my tales, which one is it? No one dares to name the city. No one dares to say it's name. In my city, men leave their uniforms aside and I dress them in leather. Thei...