Book In Broad Daylight Novels & Stories

His voice was thick, like he had swallowed sand. "Okay, honey," Sarah replied. She didn't even look up. Greg walked down the hallway. Every step felt like a sin. The house was quiet, but the air felt charged, like a storm was about to break. He reached the library door. It was slightly ajar. He pushed it open and stepped inside. The room smelled of old paper and expensive leather. Sunlight streamed through the large windows, but the back corner, near the tall mahogany bookshelves, was draped in shadow. That’s where she was.

A gasp of shock escaped me as the flames retracted and I could have a better look at the Bloody General. ** You can read Alev's book (The Golden Dragon's Surrogate) for f.ree on Kindl.e unlimited. For more information, join my group: T. R. Durant's Realm of Light and Fire

Chapter 90 – The Fire Beneath The morning started like any other, quiet and serene, the sunlight filtering through the tall windows of the penthouse, casting soft, golden rays across the room. Clara had woken up early, as she often did when her thoughts were swirling, and she sat in the kitchen, sipping a cup of coffee as she skimmed through her manuscript. The book was moving forward in a way she hadn’t expected. It felt right, felt like a part of her story was finally coming together, and she couldn’t help but feel a sense of peace about her journey.

Then look at Fly who is walking away from me. I don’t know who I will follow. I took a deep breath then walked to the stairs near the entrance, I took a book as I passed an empty room where there were some books. I looked out the window and saw a black vehicle entering the Moonlight entrance gate. It looks like it's Dark's car, it looks like Dark is here in Moonlight again. I sat on one side of the stairs on the side of it and started to read supposedly, but no matter what I did to focus on my reading, my brain did not absorb the letters and words of the book.

charged. I sat in my swivel chair, cracked open the book to the dog-eared page, and let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. “His hand slid up her thigh, the friction of his palm against her lace stockings making her gasp...” I shifted in my seat. My own thighs felt suddenly tight...restrictive. I looked around. The emergency lights casted long, flickering shadows down the aisles of Biographies and True Crime. No one was here. The janitorial staff had finished the north wing an hour ago.

“unlucky contestants…shelf two, book thirteen.” It sounded oddly like a personal note. My curiosity won out and I skimmed my fingers along the spines of the books until I chose one at random. I pulled out a medium-sized book, a deep shade of navy blue. Earthen twine was wrapped around the book, and there was a picture on the front. A middle-aged man with chocolate hair and dark eyes smiled up at me. The cover of the book read, “Arthur Zimmerman, Game 71.

But the anger and heartbreak stabbed so deep that I couldn't bring myself to turn away. Enduring the torture and turmoil, I forced myself to walk toward the observatory doors. They were slightly ajar. I held my breath to press close and listen through the gap. Serena's cloying and clingy voice came from inside. She teased coyly, "Professor Thorne, you seem to especially like seeing me in red." Lucas' voice followed, low and tinged with slight exasperation. "Keep it down... Someone might stumble upon us." "What's there to be afraid of?" Serena drawled, her tone deliberately sulky. "It's so late. No one's around."

Chapter 18: A Day of Light The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden hue across the landscape outside the castle. It was the first truly peaceful morning Karina had experienced in what felt like a lifetime. The weight of the past few weeks—the secrets, the betrayals, the fears—seemed to melt away in the warmth of the early sunlight. It was as if the world outside had decided to pause and give them a moment to breathe.

I don't usually put content alerts but I thought it would be a good idea to include one here. This chapter may contain triggering content! There is abuse and hintings of rape. Please read at your own discretion. • • • The air was wonderful against my face. We were seated on the roof of an abandoned building with the magnificent skyline before us. Tonight had been a bust. Sure I'd been able to make enough to pay off the rent but I could still feel the strong fingers clutching my arm like a vice.

Sign up Log in BackInfoAdd to libraryInfo Navigated to -Chapter 20- | The White Wolf | Quotev Something was wrong. My bed seemed different. Warmth encircled me and the welcoming scent of the ocean woke me from my slumber. I was in Justin's room. I looked over realizing we had both moved to the middle of the bed causing me to be a few inches away from him. Justin's hair was a mess sticking up every which way, though mine was probably worse.