Blacklight Bingo Novels & Stories

Across the room, the Blackwood brothers held court—Caspian cool and commanding, Thane networking, Miguel and Liam laughing with sponsors, Hans fresh off a match win and surrounded by admirers. Georgia arrived alone, stunning in emerald, head high despite the whispers. Mr. Blackwood was conspicuously absent. Raheem was there too, across the ballroom with Zayn at his side—close, but not touching. They’d reconciled. The night started perfectly. Music pulsed, laughter echoed, cameras flashed. Then everything shattered. It began with the screens. The massive LED walls that usually displayed art installations flickered once, then went black. Gasps rippled through the crowd as people wondered what

Just raw walls and open gaps. The moment he stepped up— The air vanished. Complete silence. An unnatural silence. Then he saw it— A black door in the middle of the floor. It wasn’t mentioned in any records. A number was written on it— 413 But the mall only had shops up to 412. Room 413 didn’t exist. The door was slightly open. Inside — darkness so thick the flashlight couldn’t pierce it. Aarav gently pushed the door. It creaked. And then—

Pink boas were laid out over the couches and arm chairs. They had a bite to eat at Mabel’s BBQ, a restaurant in the Palms. Then they did some gambling. A couple of Lacey’s friends had to explain to her how the table games were played. The only games Lacey knew about were blackjack and poker. Her father had taught her how to play those two games when she was a teenager to her mother’s chagrin. She never was good at blackjack but she did decently at poker. So well, she won two thousand dollars playing in the poker room. She won another thousand playing baccarat.

Malakai's room had black walls, no surprise, grey and black furniture. The walls had a ombré effect, it's started from black at the top to grey to silver and white near the floor. There was a large double bed that had a cushioned grey headboard, and silk sheets. There were also double glass doors that led out to a balcony. And finally a walk in closet. The whole room screamed Malakai, it was just him. "I can just go home." Eden said but she'll admit, if she drove there was an 80% chance she'd crash. She was so tired.

Sure enough, it was gone. The image of him smiling at the clerk came to mind, along with the warm compliments about what a loving couple we were. That scene kept replaying in my head. I stood there in a daze, the bitterness in my chest slowly settling. I quietly told myself that maybe this was all just a one-sided crush on Serena's end. After dinner, Lucas suddenly set down his fork and said, "I have to work late tonight at the observatory. I need to observe a star that's quite rare."

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"Stay close to me! We must find shelter!" We stumbled through the impenetrable darkness, our senses overwhelmed by the chaos unfolding around us. The familiar pathways of the Silverwood had become an inky labyrinth, disorienting and treacherous. As we raced against time, desperately seeking refuge from the encroaching darkness, a chilling realization dawned upon us. This was no ordinary disturbance. It was a force bent on thwarting our progress, a malevolent entity determined to keep the Silverwood's secrets buried in shadows. A surge of adrenaline propelled us forward, our instincts guiding us through the maze of darkness. But with each passing moment, the void seemed to tighten its grip, t

A second later, it gave out its black smoke. Ibekwe dropped the pot on the ground and rubbed his eyes. Everywhere was quiet now. The children had stopped singing and dancing and the birds seemed to have gotten what they desired from their ruthless efforts on top of the tree. The light of the moon was still bright and Ibekwe knew he shouldn't be alone.

he noted. ‎She said nothing. ‎Didn’t move. ‎Didn’t cry. ‎His lips curved faintly. ‎“Smart girl.” ‎For a brief moment, they simply looked at each other. ‎Then he reached into his pocket. ‎Pulled something out. ‎A card. ‎He flicked it lightly. ‎It landed at her feet. ‎Blackjack. ‎“Run,” he said casually. ‎And she did. ‎This time, she didn’t stop. ‎She ran into the darkness.

And then I hit the thing that makes everything else, even the photo, look like nothing. It's a photo of a card with girls’ names on it, the words "Brighton Bingo" running across the top. All of the names are blurred out, except for mine. Mine's right in the middle of the whole damn thing, with a star around it. Katherine Harrison. BJ- 50 points. Sex - 100 points. Anal - 200 points. Bareback - 500 points. No fucking way. I think I'm going to vomit, but I can't help but read on.