A Cry In The Night Book Novels & Stories

I'm quiet because I actually feel guilty about all of this, I feel like I would have been able to do something. “No, that's not it, mom. I'm not scared of the news, and I will not get any nightmares,” I say and mom smiles. “Goodnight honey!” mom says and I wave, “Goodnight mom,” I say. She flips my light switch off and darkness floods the entire room. I turn off my phone and now I'm in absolute darkness, the kind of darkness where I can't even tell whether I'm lying or standing. After a few seconds of counting sheep, I fade. into my subconscious, gradually.

Growling I sit up then hold the book "What's your problem, I know you're not fake so why are you hiding " " am not" The moment the book spoke I quickly let it go but it didn't fall off my hand, it remained in the air. " you..... just.... speak" stammer I crawl backward on the bed "How is a book speaking" " what do you expect lady, you have been making so much noise am forced to wake up "Two eyes open, a mouth shape forms then a nose, the book blinks then exhales loudly " It feels great to be awake again, I thought they are no more innocent women for me to eat "

In those dark eyes, I could see his heartbreak. I pursed my lips together to keep myself from falling apart. It was late at night and I did not want to wake my parents by crying. One drop managed to escape and fall onto one page of the book, I immediately brushed it off. I closed the book and held it close to my chest as I cried in silence. His heart was not the only heartbroken tonight. * * * No matter how hard I tried to shut my eyes and stop thinking about what happened, I could not sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, his face popped into my head, those dark eyes filled with pain and agony kept haunting my conscience.

Curiously I opened the book; the first page I saw, it had handwritten writing which looked very old and the pages were almost yellowish, it said “The sun will turn into darkness, and the moon into blood, before the great and dreadful day of the Lord’s arrival. He will come and claim what is his and the children of the night will bow down to it". I turned the page to read more but the book started to disappear from my hand. My vision went black and I posted back into my room with a pang of pain in my head I placed my hand on my head and my eyes opened wide. What does that mean? I thought. I opened the notes from my phone and type exactly what I read in the book. Children of night what does th

The young lady had a puzzled look on her face until she heard the librarian speak again using an even lower tone that she didn’t manage to pick up everything aside from the ‘book’. "That book is yours to keep in the first place..." The night after the book went to the maiden’s naïve hands, a nightmare that could make a person go crazy in their dreams yet would be forgotten once awake started its cycle. The clueless girl never realized but every night, she would keep on dreaming about it without any memory of it the next day. Nothing seems to be so serious, right? Aside from the fact that the impure emotions inside Crostelia’s body are starting to pile up in a ridiculous amount, nothing is re

Far far away. The door snapped open and Justin rushed in. He coughed at the steam quickly opening the window. The cold air brushed my skin and I shivered. All I could picture was Damion. Pulling me into his room. What a bastard. Justin looked at me before crouched beside me “Val come on even for you this is sad.” I bit my lip to keep it from wobbling and showing just how broken I was inside. This was hell. I was living in hell.

Jacob laughed. “I’ll kick your ass too!” I said as I glared at him. “Kris! We have one more surprise for you.” Penny yelled from behind my front desk. “What?” I looked confused. She walked out carrying a massive book. I recognized what it was right away. It’s the type of book that you use for a portfolio. “You got me a new book?” “Kinda.” Penny showed me the cover. It had a Black Moon with two wolves howling. The leather was fresh as I could smell it. Alec took the cover and opened it for me.

She doesn't know what's wrong but she's acting like she does. "Stop crying Krystal, stop crying. Talk to me about what happened. In Vegas? You didn't tell me when you came, you didn't even let me know you're back. And now I found you alone in your room, in a total mess, turned upside down, crying. Talk to me Krys." She spoke calmly, persuading me to speak. I wasn't ready to tell her about what happened in Vegas yet, I wasn't ready at all. She could continue asking me but won't get a word from me. I'll tell her at my own will. Not like she'd believe me.

I unzipped it as I shoved the few bank notes I had stolen from the bald man and also the few bank notes that the plum till operator had given me as my change. My hand felt a hard thing as I grabbed it and pulled it out. It was my sketch book. I slowly ran my hands on it as burning feeling echoed in my chest. I slowly opened it. The complete sketch of Sorrow came to my view. I bite my lower lip to stop myself from crying.