Beneath The Neon Book Novels & Stories

With quickened footsteps, she dashed to the shelf and found only two books still laying. Eyes closed and the outside world shut completely. "Focus and you shall get what you want!" She silently said to herself with hands that were raised halfway to the books. As soon as she opened her eyes, the bold, gold letters glowed on the backside of the two books. They began to mechanically shake and eventually fell from the shelf to her hands. "The Waters Beneath Will Deliver—The Winds Shall Redeem Me From NERIDA." "Why are there two books?" Amethyst halted to browse the black covered book. She only got a glimpse of the inside of the book which was empty. Turning to the gold-covered book, she glimpsed

“They were out too far…for a reason. “Rodin says. Slowly, Rodin lifts his fingertips from the puddle. The blood drips back into the pool. The blood is thick almost like sludge and smells like rotten meat when it's cooked. Rodin flings the blood on the teal grass which cleans the shine on his armor. Rodin stands and he starts to walk to the tent with the flag. Varick looks over the pile. On his side is a satchel, he reaches in this compartment to pull out a book. The book’s title: “Book of The Blight.” Carefully, he sets his wolf helm down on a clean spot among the forest. The plate head sparks with pink electricity, causing the headpiece to slightly hover along with the grassy blade tips. Va

Chapter 25: Secrets Beneath the Surface The dawn broke over Brooklyn like a fragile promise, pale light creeping cautiously through the heavy curtains of Damon Draven’s penthouse. But inside, the world was far from peaceful. Shadows lingered in every corner, secrets whispered behind closed doors, and the air hummed with a tension that refused to dissipate.

“Yeah, there is a new series coming in by noon today. These are the early birds.” Of course. “You are an early bird too aren’t you?” “We are. This one is by a newbie author, his second book. So not too many people know about him yet. But his first book was so amazing, I’m certain this one will be too.” I find a book that catches my attention, he eyes the jacket; “Good choice. Now, let’s find us a nice pod.” I point to the one I had been eying since I got here. An upstairs bunker type. The only one of its kind. Secluded and really private.

“Alright, let’s go.” Vincent’s apartment was exactly what Jason had expected, clean, minimal, and very organized. It was so very… Vincent. Jason walked in, admiring the sleek furniture and the faint scent of coffee that lingered in the air. “Wow,” he said, turning to Vincent. “This is nice. Cold, but nice.” Vincent raised an eyebrow. “Cold?” Jason shrugged, kicking off his shoes. “It’s missing a little warmth. But I guess that’s just you, huh?”

Compromising, she ran her fingers through her shoulder length tresses and then stepped out into the living room. “Admit it,” Neo grinned at her from the couch, “you didn’t think that they’d fit.” “I did not.” “That’s okay.” He shifted so that he was sitting with his back against the arm of the couch and one leg stretched out along the back of the couch and the other foot rested on the floor. Patting his leg, he told her, “Come sit down.” After she settled down between his legs that were now both stretched out on the couch, he pulled the blanket off the back of the couch and covered them both. Surprising her, he handed her a very steamy and extremely spicy book. There were several sticky tabs

Ahead, a yawning crack that had opened earlier between aisles—an ink‑filled void we’d been skirting around—began to close. Stone blocks rose out of the darkness one by one, like steps in an invisible staircase, locking together. Words bloomed across them as they surfaced: BRIDGE, SAFE, HOLD. Each block thudded into place with the finality of a period. The floor stitched itself into a path. A screen shard from the Admin’s body spun down, angling straight for Corvin’s head. Before I could move, the nearest shelf lurched sideways just enough that the glass hit wood instead, burying itself in a copy of NEON GRAVE CITY—HAZARD SUBROUTINES The book took the blow and burned from the inside, its text

Nyla’s POV I'm drawing a pentagram on my apartment floor with sidewalk chalk at midnight on a Tuesday because apparently this is what my life has come to. There’s a leather-bound book open beside me, old, as if it survived the Victorian era. I found it at an estate sale last weekend, buried under a box of porcelain cats, which feels like the universe burying a loaded gun inside a Build-A-Bear. It was quite an… interetsing book. The chapter I keep returning to shows a naked woman arched on her back on the floor, with a demon-man like being, with extra limbs, and an abnormally huge-sized cock burried inside her pussy.

💌✨ AUTHOR’S NOTE TO MY LOVELY READERS ✨💌 Hello, my lovely readers! 🥹❤️🌙 First of all, I just want to say a HUGE thank you to every single person who has opened Dark Tales of Midnight: A Collection of Taboo Stories and decided to take this journey with me. 🖤🌹✨

CHAPTER 13: THE SET UP DATE. The morning light in Zeke’s penthouse was unforgiving. It cut through the sheer, floor-to-ceiling curtains in sharp, blinding blades, hitting the silk sheets with a clinical brightness that made Xielle’s brain throb in rhythm with her heartbeat.