Borrowed Light For My Youth Novels & Stories

the golden child who never once gave them a reason to worry. At seventeen, I wasn't just living my life; I was curating it. I was a high school senior with a trajectory so straight it could have been drawn with a laser level. I leaned against the brick wall of the senior courtyard, the autumn sun warming my skin, and watched my world spin exactly the way I’d programmed it to. "Star! Seriously, if you don't look at this lighting, I’m going to have a literal breakdown," Fiona groaned, thrusting her phone inches from my nose.

I was turning eighteen at that time with no where to go. That's how I met SPENDING. SPENDING liked me the moment he saw me and seeing how long my shaft was, he took me in and took care of me. He hired an English teacher and put me on an evening class Every day. He got me new clothes, bought skin lightening creams for me, fed me well and took me to the gym every weekend.

With three Sentinels, three wolf packs and other shifters, vamps and witches, we might have a chance at defeating them all. Once the light from our eyes faded, we began to swirl around the beam, while gently being lowered to the ground. By the time we reached the grass, our body's were our own and we were able to place our feet on the ground. The beam of white light had little speckles of gold and blue glitter floating through it and when I looked up, I could see the top of the beam disappearing. It was making it’s way down to us and when it hit the floor, it exploded, but we didn’t move. We knew the light wouldn’t hurt us and it didn’t. Our wolves and our human bodies absorbed the light. I

Ernesta asked confusedly. Manager and Arian were as surprised as Ernesta, and they did not understand why Liam gave. Maybe because Ernesta Noah's eyes were ugly, he didn't like it. "Disadvantage, with the too strong light environment will reduce vision somewhat." Liam looked directly at Ernesta, reading out the information on her resume. “Did I read it right?” Liam asked coldly. "You read it right." Ernesta also did not want to waive. “So what? What do you mean?"

However, I realized that if not for my clear, bright eyes, I might have left the world two years ago. I guessed my death was the reason that my soul could finally drift away from the hospital room that had been my cage. I followed my mother, my ghostly eyes wide as I watched her sort through the mess I had left behind. My mother, who always took such pride in her looks and never seemed a day over 50, had aged a decade overnight, and her hair turned to silver. Her shaky, frail silhouette made my heart feel like it was being crushed. The day they closed my account with the world was bright and sunny. The harsh sun seemed to weigh heavily on my mother's hunched shoulders.

I replied, pointing a thumb behind me. His expression was unreadable, but he nodded approvingly, before turning back to the conversation. I walked over to the twins, who sat engrossed in their phones at the table. Ruffling their hair, I earned a pair of playful glares before I took a seat beside them. "So, how do you boys feel about turning sweet sixteen?" I asked, leaning forward as I smoothed my dress. David groaned, shaking his head. "Puberty’s overrated." I chuckled.

I prayed to the moon goddess that maybe in my next life, I would be better, I would do better, maybe I would even be a lycan and not have to be beneath anyone. The light began to grow brighter and bigger, I shielded my eyes as it became blinding, and waited as the light grew around me, defeating the darkness and engulfing me in such a safe and comforting hold. I smiled ruefully, as the light started to consume me. There was something holding me back though, this feeling that someone was pulling me back, but that didn't matter as the light was here, the light had come and I wasn't going back. “I'm coming Dad, I'll see you soon." And finally, I let the light consume me totally.

Rex stood beside me, his presence a quiet strength. ‎ ‎Today was the day I had dreaded and longed for: the passing of the flame. ‎ ‎I had carried the Lycan light for seventy years, since the night it woke in me. It had healed lands, sealed veils, mended hearts. But it was time. The light was meant to pass on, not hoard. ‎ ‎I raised my hands, the glow soft but bright, wrapping around me like a cloak. ‎ ‎“Long ago,” I began, my voice carrying without effort, “I was a girl called cursed. I carried pain, loss, fear. But I learned that light isn’t the absence of darkness. It’s the choice to burn anyway.”

Leonard's hand trembled lightly. "Okay," he said, giving me his promise. "I'll talk to your mom when she's back." "Thank you. Also, I need to ask you for a favor." I then felt for the bank card under my pillow. It contained the 50,000 dollars that he had given me in the past as my pocket money. "There's 50,000 dollars in this card. The password is my birthday. Please give this to Tamara," I said. "She might be foolish, but she's still my sister.

I swallowed whatever words I'd planned to say and I hummed, he didn't notice the shortness of my reply as his tone grew more cheerful, “That's great, babe. But babe I hope this is not a bad time I kinda need a favor.” Of course, it's a bad time. The packed house burned down. Starlight was currently in a crisis. All these were words I wanted to say to him. Why he would think I could afford favours right now was beyond me, but I leaned back with a sigh. "What is it?" There was a pause, and then, "I need to borrow some funds." I frowned. "Funds?"