30 Days Of Night: Eben Novels & Stories

She replied and Damien nodded. “So now that it is all settled, you can go to bed.” “Okay.” She replied and stood up, she walked up the stairs and kept staring at the ring. “Did it work?” Damien heard his friend, Clyde ask as he walked into the living room. “Yes, I finally got her to agree to it.” “Ninety days is a really long time dude, you think you can handle it?” “I should be able to, after all, it's to my advantage, you can't see all that and not want to spend up to ninety days with her.” He replied and fell back on the couch.

She then began to look for a way to open the skylight. She looked under the bed for a remote that might have dropped, but could not find it. She then searched the dresser, recliner, and closet, but still, nothing was found. She soon began to touch the small buttons on the windowsill. She heard a soft hum and looked around to see what had changed. A beam of light shot from her right and it began to grow. Hae Mina stepped back and watched the walls retract and reveal the night and ocean. She climbed on the sill and used the headboard to rest her back on as she watched the moonbeams dance on the waves.

After

“Broken night?” Janice questioned. She had been led in as usual, and sat, still cuffed, across the table from Byron. “Hmm?” Byron looked at her, appearing confused. “That's what my mom used to call it when nightmares or something kept waking you up— a broken night.” “Oh,” now he began to understand. “Yeah, it looks like you had one.” “You could say that for sure.” “That's okay, I did too. I was dreaming about Lacey all night, Lacey and that damn snake.”

outside. “Perfect,” Nate muttered. “This is just perfect.” No phone service. No vehicles. The company truck’s battery was dead—Nate had already checked that morning. We were trapped. “How long?” I asked. He checked his cached weather app. “Three days minimum. Maybe five.” Five days. Alone. With Nate Crawford. I’d rather freeze to death. We inventoried supplies in hostile silence. Canned food, bottled water, protein bars enough for a week. Flashlights, batteries, blankets. One bedroom with a working fireplace. One bed. “I’ll take the couch,” I said immediately. “The couch by the dying fire in the drafty main room?” “Yes.” “You’ll freeze.” “I’ll manage.”

An aura itself screaming QUEEN, that can make any staring pair of eyes at once bow in respect. When the lady’s eyes; which were not visible as her met black sunglasses were still on, went to all the once bowed and now staring eyes, all she could come up with was a slight nod in return of their best bows. “Good morning, Miss Kim”, said a lady, keeping a very decent tone with her words. Getting a reply with a nod in action and an almost expressionless face in reaction from Miss Kim

And a man who makes her think. She fell asleep with a small smile. Thirty days. She had thirty days to become the perfect fucker. The next sessions would test her. She did not know it yet. But her whole world was about to change.

I step out of the car, sunglasses on and an overnight bag slung casually over my shoulder. Thirty days……Thirty days inside this house. I smirk. Let the games begin. The front doors open before I reach them and Adam, the butler, stands there, perfectly composed in his dark suit, silver hair immaculate, hands folded in front of him like he has been waiting. “Good morning, Mr. Raze,” he says in that smooth, steady tone that has survived three generations of Carrington arrogance. “Adam,” I reply, genuinely pleased. “Still working for this circus I see.”

I stand at the opening of the ship, watching as the first few snowflakes float to the ground. We spent the last three days collecting as much food as we could. We have a variety of root vegetables, a small stash of fruit, and Valen has been hunting quite a bit to get enough meat to last us. I crouch and pick up the pillowcase I used to haul more vegetables, pausing. My eyes trace down my arm, to my wrist, to my fingertips, and then look over at the other. Our veins glowed Neron blue the day Valen and I made our vow to one another. But they never stopped when we released each other. All through that day and through the night, the veins in our hands, wrists, and forearms glowed brilliant blue

"Don't forget to always look after your mother." "I'll take care of hers," protested Angel with pursed lips. Miraculously, baby Erlena suddenly chuckled crisply, as if laughing at her mother's words. Erick looked at Angel closely while still bending down, one hand gently caressing the woman's cheek. "I'll pick you up in three days." "I need more time." "No, you only have three days, because I won't be able to be free with you while I'm here," Erick said firmly. "You can enjoy your time there when I'm not around."