Bright Side Novels & Stories

Emily's eyes are also wet and she was crying. "Shh... I know... I know everything. I felt the same. But please don't think about all these things. Don't cry, you have to take care of the baby. Don't cry, love. I can't see tears in your eyes, even it was because of me. You smile because when you smile you turned into a sun and brighten my every path. You are my light. So please don't shed your tears for such a useless person like me." Ryan said which makes Emily laugh. He was cursing himself but praising Emily.

It might not be possible if she wasn't so furious and worked up with the dirty behaviour of Pooja. Light has the power to eliminate the darkness. But a candle would only illuminate a room but not the dark sky! I should find a way to increase my dark powers. Then the bright ash wouldn't hurt any of the people under the influence of darkness. But Maayan was dying. I don't know whether I have enough time to build my strength before some bad thing happens to him. I don't want another soul to make a sacrifice for me. My mind could think more properly here! Suddenly the words of Aadhavan rang through my ears: "…there is nothing in our hand now. The bright ash is a thing came here from outside the

“You can’t win this! Even if you defeat me, there are others like me. This world will be consumed by darkness, and you can’t stop it alone!” “I’m not alone,” I shot back, pouring more of my energy into the shield, pushing his darkness back inch by inch. “And I won’t let you win!” With a final, desperate push, I unleashed everything I had, sending a blast of fiery light straight at Adrian. His eyes widened in shock as the light tore through his defenses, striking him with a force that sent him flying backward. He crashed into the far wall, the dark energy around him dissipating into nothingness.

The light seemed to radiate a sense of peace and healing as if it were indeed taking away his suffering. In the night, he is glowing like a beacon of hope, his pain and suffering slowly fading away. The light envelops him, creating a sense of tranquility and serenity in the midst of chaos. It's as if all the burdens he carried have been lifted, leaving behind a renewed spirit ready to embrace life once again. Slowly, the light started dimming as Richard's frame slowly landed on the ground with all his body healed—not even a single scar left on his body—with a faint glow still lighting him up as a reminder of the transformation he had undergone.

Her unwavering commitment and skill brought forth a surge of positive energy, pushing back against the darkness. As the ceremony reached its culmination, a brilliant beam of white light burst forth from the center of the room. It illuminated every corner, dispelling the shadows and driving away the malevolent spirits that had wreaked havoc on my family. As the light enveloped me, I could feel the presence of Ivy and our children, their love and gratitude surrounding me like a warm embrace. In that moment, I knew we had succeeded. The darkness had been banished, and our family was free. Exhausted but elated, I opened my eyes to find Kiara smiling at me. Her presence was a beacon of positivity

They lived in this huge bubble, not knowing – or caring – about people like us. My own life felt like two separate books. One was Maeve Briggs, high school senior, trying to keep up her grades and pretend everything was normal. The other was "Eve," the girl with the dark wig and fake ID, dancing on a small stage downtown. That was the book I kept hidden, guarded with my life. It was a secret I'd die before anyone found out. Especially Mom. And Jasper. And Nova, my best friend, who thought my nights were spent studying or binge watching shows.

"You okay?" Lucas asked gravelly, slightly narrowing his eyes as it adjusted to the darkness. The right part of the room is dark. Only the faint light of the machine kept the door visible. On my left, the window made it well lit. Lucas' face was brightly illuminated with the light coming from his laptop screen. Suddenly his bone structure was improved, highlighted by the glow of his computer.

Then Liya added, much lighter again, “But also… you talked to Deandre Vaughn and survived. That’s kind of iconic.” Amani groaned. “Please don’t romanticise my suffering.” Liya laughed. And somewhere between fear, confusion, and disbelief… Amani couldn’t help it. She smiled too. Just a little.

It was almost as if it was a time line as we walked down the hall. I saw a sword. Many different people held the sword as we walked. Sometimes it was a person outlined in black light, which was strange to see black light. It was not like the UV purple light that they called black light in the clubs. This was inky dark light. Almost like paint, but reflected as light. My physics brain couldn't wrap itself around the concept, and yet here it was right in front of me.

Stop being such an ingrate! I watched calmly as Mom lost her temper with me. When she was finally done shouting, I said, "It's not that. This room is facing the north, and it's a little too chilly. I just want to stay in a room facing the south. I'm fine if the room is a lot smaller." I was really freezing at this point. The brain tumor had caused my internal temperature regulation to go haywire, and I constantly felt like I was living in a freezer. Only the sunlight could make me feel slightly better.