Blacklight Bingo Novels & Stories

* Noah Ramirez was about to reach the alley of the place, he knew that it was already past eleven o'clock and this was the time he had planned to meet with the gangsters, but he was still struggling with the medicines to walk faster, When he reached the end of the street he crossed it to enter the alley of the street and when he did so he saw how at the end of this alley there was a black armored van with smoked glass, when he saw it he began to walk even faster to get to the place as soon as possible, because he really did not want anything to happen to him or his family. Here comes that scumbag'' I looked at the watch on his wrist ''he's fifteen minutes late, I hope he brings all the money

I grew weak, drawing close to the darkness. I heard cries of my name and the wailing of sirens in a distance. Darkness finally consumed me, I had blacked out.

Live music maybe. I look for a bar and find one in front of the pool. I open the door to be welcomed by loud jazz music and green and blue lights. There are all sorts of people inside; groups of friends talking and laughing while drinking beers, couples enjoying the music while drinking a cocktail and solo drinkers who spend the entire night drowned in their thoughts— like me. I head to the counter and ask the barista to get me a martini. I don’t enjoy alcoholic beverages, but I just felt like it tonight. I sit on the barstool waiting for my drink until I spot the Black Tiger sitting alone in a small table in the corner.

They were growing bored and they had grown hungry while they chased her. As the night drew on, the shadow grew nearer and nearer, sensing the growing weakness in Ami as her steps faltered and her vision blurred in and out. "Keep moving, you've gotta keep moving Ami if you want to see her again. If you want to ask her that question that has been burning inside you for far to long. Just one more step, just... one... more... step..." Ami said as she collapsed, everything going black as the sound of pawsteps surrounded her.

The moment that was said, a cry of shock could be heard. There was suddenly an uproar all around the Black Abyss. "He succeeded! That madman succeeded! Did my eyes deceive me? Isn't that a white light?" A participant with sparse hair shouted while his eyes widened from the shock. The person next to him nodded, "It should be white. I saw a white light as well." When the Black Path's challenge ended, it would let out two different kinds of light based on the results. A white light meant success.

’ Marigold asks loudly in order for Susan to hear her words due to the loud blasting of speakers. 'Yes! And I am starting tomorrow' Susan responds excitedly. The two bestfriends are at one of Marigold’s college friends' birthday party. Susan has already told her bestfriend about Mr. Black's reaction when he saw Jack trying to force himself on her some few hours ago. A drunk Marigold also concludes that Mr. Black may indeed actually like Susan, which makes Susan almost shout her lungs out. But should the words of a drunk woman even be taken serious? 'You are so lucky my friend. You have finally found your prince...charming' Marigold says as she cries dramatically.

Lena had been circling the idea for months. She first saw the black card on a private Telegram channel that required three referrals and a photo of your bare cunt just to join. The card was matte black with a single silver phone number embossed on the front and nothing else. No name. No logo. Only the words “Valid for one weekend. Use once. Burn after.”

Pulled out a single black card. Heavy. Embossed. Expensive. He slid it across the table. Aiden Crestfall Inc. Annual Charity Gala. December 27th. I turned it over. Three words were written on the back in silver ink. Bring her down. The words hit like blades. And I could feel the heat of the beat of my heart close to my ears.

"I want to say, it's very beautiful! I also want to say I don't mind its black light, actually, why do the engagement ceremony and wedding have to be in white? But I still wouldn't choose it, because it's too expensive!" "It's this one!" As soon as Bianca's voice fell, Frost pointed at the piece of fabric. "Ah..." Bianca wanted to stop him, but Frost directly picked up the fabric and wrapped it around Bianca, this time, everyone exclaimed for the third time. Bianca's delicate and fair skin was presented even more perfectly by this piece of fabric emitting a rainbow of black light, the black rainbow light faintly reflected on her face, making her facial features more delicate and three-dimens

The transition from the clinical, high-frequency hum of the containment chamber to the opulent, echoing silence of the grand ballroom was a shift in reality itself. As the lights of the Quinton Mansion flickered back to life, not with the soft glow of celebration but with a brilliant, unwavering clarity, the "Blackout Protocol" was officially over.