Blinding Lights Lyrics Novels & Stories

"Ms. Rowe, are you certain you want to delete all identity records? Once they're erased, you'll be completely removed from the system. No one will be able to find you again." Eva Rowe pauses for a moment before nodding with quiet resolve. "Yes. I want to disappear from this world. I want to make sure no one can ever find me." Two seconds of silence follow on the other end, as if they're giving her one last chance to reconsider. "Understood, Ms. Rowe. The wipeout protocol will be completed within 14 days. By then, you'll be officially 'dead' in all databases. Please make the necessary arrangements." With that, the call ends. Eva books a one-way ticket to Felnor, scheduled for 14 days later. Then, she turns off her phone, watching as the screen goes dark. She stands by the floor-to-ceiling window, staring out at the endless city lights, and lets out a soft, cold laugh. She is no longer anyone's Eva.

Alpha Draven is known as the Alpha of war. When he is called away, his guards beat, rape, and torture a scared she-wolf. When he returns and finds his guards have whipped her almost to death, he realizes she is his mate. After learning she had been beaten and tortured in his prison, he knows he will give up anything to protect her. Aura is a broken wolf. Her life hasn't been the same since her mother passed away. She stopped speaking when her father began drinking. She has been abandoned by those she trusted. After being beaten, raped, and tortured, can she find herself and be the Luna he needs? What are the strange lights coming from her hands? Why are her eyes different colors? When things start going wrong, will she be the Luna the pack needs? Or will fear destroy her once again?

My girlfriend, Celia Winters, had her first love save her life before, so she promised to do three things for him. The first time, he called her away to ride the Ferris wheel with him when I was supposed to propose to my girlfriend. The second time, he asked her to accompany him to see the northern lights while I was ill and hospitalized. I had a crush on my girlfriend for eight years, so I endured all of this. It was not until our wedding that my girlfriend publicly admitted that she had not married the one she loved the most. She comforted me, "Zane, I'll have nothing to do with Shane anymore after this. Could you please forgive me again?" However, I did not want to endure it any longer. Since she had not married the right person, I would let her marry him!

Somewhere around the middle of the night, all the lights of the house were off. His eyes colour changed to red, they dilated. His canines got longer and sharper. His fingers grew longer. "What's wrong with you, Damien?" Elsie stood rooted to the ground, unsure of whether to ran out of fear or to go to him out of worry. Sweat dripped from his forehead, the veins on his forehead bulged, he closed his eyes shut. He looked like he was trying to fight something back. " Leave" Damien muttered in between clenched teeth. He turned away from Elsie and backed her. "Are you okay?" "I said leave!!!" Damien turned back to her and yelled. Elsie trembled in horror. Damien looked like a completely different person. The features of his face had change into a horrific one. Elsie took to her heels and fled. Here is the story of the journey of Damien, a vampire and Elsie, a human.

What's worse than being trapped in an elevator with your gorgeous, Rich boss? Being trapped with all three of them. Jack, Gavin, and Harrison aren't just my bosses; they're my brother's filthy rich best friends. After a steamy, unplanned hookup when the lights went out, I'm about to become much more than just the girl next door. There's Jack, whose touch drives me wild. Gavin, the cocky CEO whose dirty orders I can't wait to obey. And Harrison, the sweet, passionate one who pours his heart into everything... including me. I've waited years for these men to finally see me. Now, I belong to them. My body is theirs to devour, my bed is theirs to break. But giving them my heart is a terrifying risk, and I just pray they don't shatter it.

To the world, Avery Cole is just a "temp" struggling to keep the lights on and her sick brother’s medical bills paid. When she lands a job at Thorne Industries, she’s at the mercy of Silas Thorne—a man as cold as he is handsome, known for devouring smaller companies for breakfast. Avery hates everything Silas stands for, especially since his family’s greed ruined her father’s reputation years ago. ​But a mysterious letter and a DNA test change everything. Avery isn't just a temp; she is the sole biological heir to the Sterling Empire—the very empire Silas is currently trying to seize in a hostile takeover. Now, Avery is playing a dangerous game: working as Silas’s lowly assistant by day, while secretly preparing to claim her throne and crush him by night. But as Silas begins to show a side of himself he hides from the world, Avery realizes that taking her revenge might mean breaking her own heart.

*In a world of darkness, she’s the only one bold enough to defy the Devil himself* Lola Grey once lived a perfect life. A loving father, comfort, and everything money could buy. But when debts destroyed her family, she lost everything overnight. Desperate to survive, she found herself under the neon lights of a club, stripping to pay off debts, until she met Damien Salvatore, a ruthless business tycoon and the notorious heir of the DeLuca mafia syndicate. She thought he came to collect her father’s debts, but instead, he asked how much she was worth and handed her a black card. From that moment, Lola’s freedom was gone. And her father also disappeared. As truths begin to surface, Lola discovers her father’s disappearance was no coincidence. And the man who bought her may be the only one who can either save her or destroy her completely.

On the day of my seventh wedding anniversary, my husband's lover gave my son a pet cat. My pregnancy made me allergic to cat fur, and rashes appeared all over my body. Sensing that it might lead to a miscarriage, I told my son to return the cat. "I'm keeping it!" my five-year-old son, Zachary, protested. He pushed me and said, "I hate having you as my mom! I want Aunt Lynn to be my mom!" My husband, Quinton Locke, tore into me. "Why did you have to develop an allergy now, out of all times? Is your jealousy blinding you to the point where you won't even consider your son 's feelings? You're being unreasonable!" He carried Zachary up and left with the cat. They had eschewed me in favor of Lynn Shelbert, Quinton's lover and the 'apple of his eye'. I collapsed on the ground, watching as blood began to soak my pants. At that moment, I knew I had suffered a miscarriage. I felt an unimaginable pain while I was in the hospital. My husband and son went traveling with Lynn, resembling a happy family of three. Lynn sent me a message. [Do you know why Quinton married you even though he's hopelessly in love with me? Well, I wanted a son and a daughter, but I didn't want to bear the risks that come with pregnancy. It's a shame you had a miscarriage.] Despair engulfed me that very instant. I hired a lawyer to prepare the divorce papers and took a flight back to my hometown. My sole wish was to never see Quinton and Zachary again.

Tate flirts with danger the same way he flirts with men. Recklessly. So when his father’s debts land him in the hands of Enzo Moretti, a cold-blooded mafia boss with a smile as sharp as his threats, Tate should be terrified. Instead, he flirts harder, hiding sharp eyes behind thick glasses like he doesn’t see the monster watching him. But he does. He always did. Enzo is no ordinary criminal. He’s a werewolf with a body built to break, a past soaked in blood, and a temper barely kept in check. Tate is supposed to be collateral—silent, obedient, forgotten. But Tate? He’s loud, shameless, stubborn enough to make Enzo feel. For months, they circle each other—clashing, teasing, burning. Enzo should’ve killed him, but instead, he steals him. Holds him. Breaks him open until their craving for each other twists between punishment and pleasure, until need feels like worship, and pain starts to taste like love. Then, when Tate thinks he’s escaped, when he thinks he’s free—Enzo lets him go. When someone else tries to take what’s already his, Enzo doesn’t hesitate. He drags Tate back, and now the boy wears his name, carries his ring, and sleeps in his bed. Maybe Tate should hate him. But he doesn’t. Because he never wanted gentle. He never wanted safe. He wanted this—blinding, consuming desire. And Enzo? He doesn’t let go. Not when he’s tasted him. Marked him. Owned him. Because monsters like him don’t share. Not even with their own blood.

Ashley ran deep into the forest, tears streaming down her face. Her classmates had gone too far this time. The full moon illuminated her path as she stumbled through the woods, eventually stopping at a tree, breathless. She noticed the absence of party lights and realized she was deep in the forest. Her new dress was stained with blood, and more tears fell as she looked down at the mess. Looking up, she screamed in agony before collapsing, hugging her knees, shivering with fear. "Somebody help me," she whispered. Meanwhile, a creature with large paws raced through the forest, its grey fur ruffling in the wind. It stopped, sensing blood. Without hesitation, it followed the scent at top speed. Ashley started hearing noises and raised her head. "Hello? Is anyone there?" she called out, nervous. She noticed a blue glowing object behind the bushes, resembling eyes, and heard a howl. Terrified, she gasped… She just came in contact with a wolf!