Are You Afraid Of The Dark Game นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"The attic suite is suicide! The thing in there isn't just a ghost, it's—" "It's what?" She bit her lip, her voice a terrified whisper. “It’s the Shadow Lord. An ancient entity that devours light and souls. They say he rips your soul straight from your body, leaving your mind to scream in the endless dark until he finally swallows you whole.” I pulled my arm away. “Sounds cool.” “Cool?!” Marcus leaned over the third-floor railing. “Little girl, do you have any idea what happened to the last player who tried that? He didn’t even make it through the first night. The next morning, all they found was a human-shaped bloodstain on the floor!”

"I'm not selling. I'm just. Providing context." "Context I didn't ask for." "Context you needed anyway." Matteo picked up a book from the side table. Looked at the cover. Put it back. "Can I ask you something? "You'll ask anyway." "True. Are you scared of him still?" Kyrian thought about it honestly. "No." "Were you?" "Yes. In the beginning. Very scared." "And now?" Kyrian closed his laptop. Looked at the rain-wet window across the room. "Now I'm scared of different things."

But the anger and heartbreak stabbed so deep that I couldn't bring myself to turn away. Enduring the torture and turmoil, I forced myself to walk toward the observatory doors. They were slightly ajar. I held my breath to press close and listen through the gap. Serena's cloying and clingy voice came from inside. She teased coyly, "Professor Thorne, you seem to especially like seeing me in red." Lucas' voice followed, low and tinged with slight exasperation. "Keep it down... Someone might stumble upon us." "What's there to be afraid of?" Serena drawled, her tone deliberately sulky. "It's so late. No one's around."

As soon as he said it, Damien suddenly clutched his chest in pain. An ominous red glow pulsed from beneath his white shirt. "Damien? What's wrong?" I rushed to support him. "It's nothing... just..." He gritted his teeth, cold sweat beading on his forehead. "The game's rules... they're restricting me." Just then, heavy footsteps echoed through the room. The sound of stone grinding. The sound of chains dragging. The room's temperature dropped to freezing. Two shadows slowly emerged from the walls. The first had the silhouette of a woman, but her hair... was a mass of writhing snakes.

I’d have one more person fired by the time morning rolled in. It was a minute before Amara stopped shaking in my arms. I rubbed the back of her neck, this was the closest we’d been in the past twenty-four hours and I wanted to bathe in every inch of the warmth she emitted. “You must’ve been so scared,” I whispered against her head. “The light will be back on in no time, I’ve called the company to send one of their guys to fix it.” I knew some people were scared of the dark, it was a reasonable phobia. But this breaking down happening in my arms wasn’t just a fear of the dark, something much worse was at play.

Ina had been born. The club lived. A universe of light and darkness, where sin ran rampant, and secrets were exchanged under bass beats. Music thudded off walls like a pulse, neon illuminating a dangerous sheen on bodies in motion to the rhythm of the night. Ina came, the heel of her shoe clicking against marble, and eyes following involuntarily without so much as a thought. Power. Freedom. Danger. She breathed it all. Tonight, she was not Lily. Tonight, she was better. She was unbeatable.

I rolled my eyes at him and passed him my plate. “I was thinking, Dawn of the Dead,” Kate replied. I gasped; is she kidding me? “No way! I’m not watching that, it’ll scare the crap out of me!” I cried, horrified at the thought of watching a zombie movie. They made me so scared that I couldn’t be alone for days afterwards; I had to pee with the bathroom door open for goodness sake! I could hear her chuckling. “Please, Amby? I really want to see it,” she begged, I could imagine the puppy dog look on her face right now.

“I told you, didn’t I? I will put an end to that problem of yours. I’m not toying you, Katherine. Let’s say, I want to play a game with you.” “What’s the difference, huh? You want to play with me, it’s all the same!” “Toying you is different from playing with you. Toying you means I’m just the one who’s receiving all the benefits, meanwhile, if I say playing with you, you can cooperate and have your fair share of benefits in our game.” “Well then, Mr. Supernatural, I don’t want to play a game with you.” “It’s Helion. My name is Helion.” “I don’t care about your name at all.”

Let's not even talk about my petrified heart. He continued to ignore me. I turned around and squirmed closer to tap his shoulder. This time he groaned and sat up, the duvet falling from his chest. Despite it, being too dark to see, I could feel his glare on me. "It's just a lamp." My voice shook, hardly more than a whisper. He cursed under his breath and leaned his side to turn on the lamp. He raised both eyebrows. For the first time, he didn't sound angry or annoyed when he spoke, "you're afraid of the dark?"

The floor is filled with pools of blood, it’s a scary sight for children like Eka and Roy who barely know about the world of killing. At that moment, Eka’s father looked at Eka with such hatred. His eyes gleamed in spite and darkness, this somehow alerted the perpetrator who stood across from his father. “Eka, hide” Roy dragged Eka to the toilet next to the vacant room. They’re hiding in there, hoping that the culprit didn’t realize their presence. The boys' hearts throbbed like crazy, fear seeped through their senses and their whole body shivered in horror. The culprit only checked the outside, and then immediately got into the vacant room where his father resides.