Bright Side Novels & Stories

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

" At last, Celia broke down completely. She clutched her head and sobbed uncontrollably. The livestream continued. The viewer count kept climbing higher and higher. Everyone was urging Bonnie to keep reading. Bonnie looked up at the sky for a moment and said, "Okay."

We were moving forward on purpose. Ahead of us, Brad rode slightly off to the side of Grimm, his posture relaxed in a way that told me he had already decided this stretch of the journey didn’t require anything resembling seriousness. Zane rode just beyond them, quieter, more focused, though even he seemed less rigid than usual now that the immediate threat had passed. It didn’t last long. “Hey,” Brad called back over his shoulder, his voice carrying just enough to reach us without forcing us to raise ours in return. “Did anyone else see that bright light last night?”

I wept, “No, this is wrong to even think like this, buddy, why don’t you try to see the bright side?” Nancy enquired lowly while running her hand in my hair I, who have been hysterically sobbing, replied, “There’s no bright side f-for me, just look at me, the brigh-ter was coming to me but it was snatched in n-no minute, this man has been blessed as a curse in my life,”

[Kiss Me Harder, I Won't Run, I Promise!] The whole building was overwhelmed by blue and red piercing lights that luminously swam in the atmosphere, mischievously travelling across the whole place whilst rudely exposing people who tried to hide their evil deeds — a few of them, of course not many liked how the light approached them.

Kathryn Michaels is a country bumpkin with an honest personality. She's also a timid woman who tends to make careless mistakes at work. Just one glare can easily make her burst into tears. Chris Albert is the most well-known man in Harborlean. He's a cruel and bloodthirsty man with a penchant for brutal and inhuman methods. No woman dares to pine after him even though he's blessed with gorgeous looks. Unexpectedly, a woman actually manages to sneak into his room and sleep with him while he's drunk! Just as Chris scours the world for the mysterious woman, he realizes that his secretary is putting on more weight each passing day. With a dark expression on his face, he coaxes, "Tell me, Kathy.

After he went back to the bedroom, I opened Serena's social feed. The latest post popped up instantly, "Saw a new star last night. I've got a feeling that it's going to be named after me this time." Underneath the post, her friends left playful comments. "Haha! Dream on! You think you have a romantic boyfriend like Professor Thorne?" "Who is it? Sounds impressive!" She replied vaguely, "You'll see soon enough." The next day, the observatory's official social account announced that Lucas had discovered a new star, and he had named it "S".

I unlocked my phone. Adrian: Hey, sunshine ☀️ I was just thinking about our talk the other night. You looked brighter , like something heavy had lifted off you. I hope you’re resting well. Don’t let the world dim that light, okay? I stared at the message, reading it twice. My lips curved into a small, unplanned smile. The kind that sneaks up on you after a long, hard day.Before I could type a reply, another message came in. Adrian:

𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴

His body has been covered by yellowish light, which was the only thing Shiela could make out as Briane sprinted from the tents surrounding the stage and back again to the well. There’s no way he would lose Blame for the second time. He wasn’t able to do anything back then and he’s given a chance to change that now. No way. Unless he said so, Blame wouldn’t die; rather, she must not. She was the only one who showed him what it means to live, the only one who had given him a reason to walk through Pasithea despite knowing that the world was ever so cruel. However, no matter how massive the energy he amassed, no matter how he intensified his speed, the fire was still burning up. There’s somethi