Chapter 4 Of Night Novels & Stories

Chapter 1 Under the dark of the night , the woman struggled to sleep . Her legs were hanging on the wall and her head on the floor. Pain shot through all of her body , she felt limp laying down there . So many thoughts went through her head as she thought of all the stupid things that she had done . Never in her entire life did she think that she was going to be betrayed this way . The tears never stopped following out . This day brought a lot of memories that she didn’t want to think about and she hoped that she forgot , but she had no choice but to keep record of this day as It was the worst day of her life, but yet she couldn’t let this day go .

' even though I walk through the shadow of death, I fear no evil, for the lord is with me. The shadows moves swiftly from her ceiling to her floor. Emily tries to make out the shape of the eerie shadow but she can't, in her mind, she keeps on reciting her bible verse until it disappears into the thin air. Emily gasps for air, she clutch her robe tightly and she scrambles out of her bed. That is enough sleep for tonight, she curls up on the cold floor and struggles to keep her eyes open. This is how she has been living for years, her nightmares comes to get whenever she sleeps.

What if all the lines had already been crossed? What if the truth was just another kind of cage? When I woke up, the red folder was still beside me. Still burning. Still whispering. And in the quiet, I finally whispered back. “I’m not afraid of the truth.” But I didn’t know if that was a promise or a lie. END OF CHAPTER 4

Nothing. No wonder everything I touched turned to ruin. ***** Soundtrack for the following chapter is “Nightmare” by Nathan Wagner

And tomorrow, she would try again. —End Chapter 47

##Chapter 044 ##The Weight of Blood The Hollow Den was silent after the howls faded into the distance. Too silent. The kind of silence that pressed against my skull until my own heartbeat sounded like a war drum. I hadn’t slept. Not truly. Every time I closed my eyes, the darkness coiled around me like a living thing, dredging up half-formed dreams that left my skin damp and my nerves stretched taut.

Chapter 4: Night Shift Heat Tyler Brooks felt the cool night breeze cut across the unfinished twenty-eighth floor as the overnight shift dragged on, the distant hum of generators and occasional sparks from welding below mixing with the endless glow of the city lights spread out like a glittering sea far beneath them. His body still carried the marks from the locker room, faint bruises on his hips and the deep, satisfying ache in his ass that made every step a filthy reminder of Marcus’s claim. The rest of the crew worked on the lower levels, their flashlights cutting through the darkness like tiny stars, but up here on the open concrete slab it felt like the world belonged only to him and th

His fingertips lingered on her skin, a fond memory of his endearment. Lily reached for him, but it seemed the harder she tried to touch him, the further away he got. The ground moved beneath her, and the flames in the forest grew. “No!” She yelled. “Please! Caspius!” Tears welled in her eyes. Darkness fell. As it consumed everything, his fading figure transformed into a beast. Then, there was nothingness. Bright lights blinded her. She tried to rub the sleep from her eyes, but found that she couldn’t lift her limbs. They were bound to a bedpost. Or perhaps that was just her imagination.

He got into his room and he dropped the papers on the bed, he ran his hand in frustration. He was mad, he was mad he couldn't do anything about what was going on. He was mad he hurt her so much, he hurt his Lilyana. He suddenly turned to the mirror and punched it hard, it shattered and hurt his hand. He breathed out heavily and sat on his bed, he stared at his bloody hands and wondered how it all went wrong in a night. ********* THE NIGHT OF THE BALL Axel stared at Lily with a smile on his face as they both danced, she laughed and held his hands happily.

SONG OF THE CHAPTER: Take me away by Daniel Caesar and Syd. IVARA'S POV: The night is the only time I can breathe. When the camp is asleep, when Kael’s lieutenants aren’t hovering, when the weight of a hundred eyes isn’t glued to me with suspicion or pity. Out here, under the stretch of moonlight, the shadows feel like a shield instead of a cage.