Blacklight Bingo Novels & Stories

His lips were slightly parted, and his tongue unconsciously licked around. How could his luck be so bad? He stared intently at the servant, collecting the cards, shuffling them, drawing cards, and repeating these actions over and over in his mind. If he was not mistaken, this had to be the one... “Black.” Lalisa firmly chose black, even more resolute than before, and pushed a pile of gambling cards forward. The new guests around them saw the couple occupying a baccarat table and thought it was a family game, but it had stirred up commotion all around. Everyone simultaneously put down their cards and gathered to watch the two of them guessing the color of the cards.

BLACK SUN. But instead he was stuck here. A god in a cage of puzzles and half-truths. Then— A flash on his retinal display. Unauthorized. Untraceable. “Do you miss her?” Echo blinked. “Who is this?” No answer. Just a glyph: ☉ He touched the screen. It burned his fingerprint. ~~~~~~~~~~~ BLACK HOUSE — UPPER HALLWAY Aria limped. Not from a wound. From exhaustion. Lorenzo approached, offering water. She took it but didn’t speak.

Fiona and I had dinner together and spent some time with the baby, before I returned to my study to meet with Kayden in the late evening. I had to get some wheels turning tonight, working this new lead that we uncovered today with the help of our friend “Zigzag.” I pulled up a map of Blackout Casino on my computer. It was a huge, sprawling property comprised of six different high-rise structures and multiple outdoor attractions, including a concert amphitheater, a golf course and several different swimming pools.

"Time check it's two minutes before twelve in the evening! This time when the clock strikes twelve, we will choose three pairs of lucky girls and boys for our game to play with us! Exciting right?" The crowd roared in excitement. "Less than one minute to go! Count with me! And...7! 6! 5! 4!" They are very lively. "3 !, 2 !, 1!" Exactly when they finished the countdown, the lights turned off, at once. The place was shrouded in complete darkness. Making us unable to see what is going on around. Only the occasional giggles and heavy breathings could be heard. I was shocked when someone suddenly grabbed the glass of cocktail I was holding. I would have appealed but someone thrust the glass back

Linda asked, tasting out the flavour of her cigarette. "In about ten minutes." Greg grimaced, obviously displaying his displeasure for the suspense. Linda turned to the window where she laid her arm, scanning the lights of the city from the opera house. The beautiful city displayed its elegance with different colours of lights, blurring and clear in the dark. So brightly blessed that no one would believe it held so many secrets and felonies. Woe to those who always looked for better days! And woe to those whose days ended in arrant dismay!

- River lies on his couch, pondering the ceiling while E Business plays on the television set—showing an ad for some random moisturizer. He checks his phone, then lays it back on his chest, not even a grimace on his face for he was too weary. A second later, the advertisement finishes and begins playing live coverage of Sebastian Black, speaking to the press outside of the Black & Co. building.

With great speed and power, a black light beam charged toward Adrian. The attack connected and caused a loud "Boom!"

Isolde brushed away the crumbs from his mouth with such care. The two of them looked so close, like they were in their own little world where no one else could step in. I tried to ignore the twist in my stomach and was about to walk away when a bunch of assassins in black jumped out of nowhere. I stepped back, asking them, "Who are you guys? What do you want?" The assassins looked at each other and then ran straight for me. Their hands gripped weapons with dark, poisoned blades—the same deadly poison that had hurt my dad!

Then, amidst the hushed crowd, a slow clap broke the silence. From the shadows, a figure in a black cloak stepped forward, his glasses glinting in the low light. His claps were slow yet loud, cutting through the silence like a sharp knife. My breath caught. That face; a pair of gorgeous monolid eyes that look like polished obsidians and his lips curved into a firm line—I can’t be mistaken, that’s one of the men I met during the Howling Night! Shit. Am I in a Bingo card or what? Why do I keep meeting those men?

Everything just went black. itsclarixass