Bleak Sentence Novels & Stories

The sunlight streaming through the penthouse windows felt too peaceful, a golden lie that masked the bruises on my soul. Three days of darkness—three days where my mind had been a battlefield of static and fur—had left me feeling hollowed out, like a house that had been gutted by fire but left standing.

The soldiers had their weapon with them and were ready for whatever was going to happen. "Are you sure nothing has happened over here at the pack?" I said to Blake who was sobbing really hard. At first glance, you'll think he has lost his sole purpose in life and somehow, it sounded funny. Crying over the death of someone who would have caused your death was the very worst thin that I have ever seen in my entire existence.

My phone shut down without waiting for Blake's full message. There goes my sign!

Blake had leaned in, the air between us thick with tension, and whispered a promise that felt like a death sentence. “She’s never getting back to you, and I will make sure of that.” Then I shake my head firmly. No, that’s insane. I’m definitely losing my mind. There is no way Blake would do something like that.

I grumble to my wolf . "We will just kill him later if he doesn't comply ,"Xavier replies in agreement. ******** Bloom's pov "London ,"I croak with tears in my eyes . The hood was removed from my head a long time ago and I'm now used to the dark atmosphere of the cell. Sometimes I can hear other people screaming in pain . It's like a torture house . "Yes Bloom ,"she whispers weakly . "I miss mate ,"I blurt out as tears stream down my face. I'm so overcome with depression . I'm starting to lose my mind .

That door is sealed nice and tight, not even a sliver of light makes it through. He tries listening for any sound but he hears nothing, just his own breath and his own beating heart. He's been alone before, but never this alone. "I miss you Blake!" Azrael whispers as his eyes filled with tears. He feels so alone in the dark and his stomach hurts. It's been over a week since he's last eaten a single crumb and the only blood he had was when he almost died. But even then it was only one mouth full of blood. One swallow.

Drake looked up at her, but what he saw made her shiver. Drake's face looked defeated, his eyes dull and his skin pale, almost as if the life had been drained from his body. "Listen to him," was all he could say, his voice low, almost tearful. The sound was like a knife that pierced Blair's chest, leaving a sharp, unbearable pain. That almost killed her.

His eyes, still fixated on the flames, were void of life. "Blaise," I whispered, my voice trembling as tears welled in my eyes. I felt the depth of his pain as if it were my own. Leo and the guards formed a barrier, shielding us from the invasive press. "Blaise, please, look at me," I pleaded. His gaze slowly met mine, revealing a void so profound that my heart shattered. "It's going to be okay," I murmured, holding him in a world falling apart.

"Look all you want. It snapped off on deck. Do you think I would follow you when you wear such an insult to my eyes?" "N-no, I suppose not...but it was precious." "You will find it. Crushed out of shape, but I am sure if your petty faith prevails, you will fix it." Blake gave a sickly grin. "A very futile hope of heaven?" No one moved. Every one of them wanted to flee but was frozen in place.