Chapter 7 Of Night Novels & Stories

He was the sort that you pass money to in the shadows, the sort that you only see when the gleam of his eyes and the gleam of his knife shine out of the darkness. This servant saw Elizabeth’s red hair reflecting the sun and her round figure moving slowly from the hill to the trees. He knew his time had come. He knew what was expected of him. So Elizabeth followed Charlie, and the man with the knife followed Elizabeth. The scream that followed seemed to rent the whole world in two. It cleaved through the air, brushed across the treetops and made them shudder. It arrowed through the town, made heads turn and mouths whisper. And it pounded against the windows of the house on the hill and made t

Chapter 7 The night stretched on like a living thing, its darkness wrapping around him with the weight of everything he was about to do. The moment Izzy stepped into his world again, everything shifted. He felt it like a shift in the air, a delicate tension that hummed beneath his skin, gnawing at him. Her presence, her defiance, was both maddening and intoxicating. But it wasn’t her resistance that drove him. It was the idea of her resistance—the way she fought against him as though she could outrun fate.

[This... is not the end. Not when there’s still a story aching to be told. These next chapters belong to Grace Blackwood. Who has been there since the beginning. To the one unloved... To the one unseen... To the broken... To the Unwanted Grace... ...This is her story.] Chapter 77: Disgust The room was filled with smoke and the low murmur of voices as men in sharp suits and gold watches discussed matters that decided the fate of cities. Deals were being made. Alliances were being tested. The underworld never slept, and tonight was no different.

BENEATH THE FACADE Behind the façade of wealth and power, a web of secrets awaits. Chapter 77 Emily’s POV: I didn’t sleep that night. I kept walking around the house, checking doors, windows, my phone, like something might break loose. Around 5 a.m., I sat outside on the porch with a blanket and watched the sky change from black to purple, then blue. It should’ve been beautiful. But all I saw was a long day ahead.

Dark of Night Copyright 2019 Emily Goodwin Chapter One “What do you see when you look at this one?” The doctor holds up a card, showcasing an ink splotch that’s twisted and creepy, with eyes that follow you no matter where you go. I look at it, heart hammering away inside my chest. The mess of ink on the white paper reminds me of the monster that lurks in Nana and Papa’s basement, the one that tried to get Abby and Scott to go downstairs with it.

Death is a tragedy, and I’ll do anything to stay alive. Are you ready for the last ride of your life? Six has a gun to your head—what would you do? This isn’t a love story. It’s a death story. Find out more here Check out the Trailer Breach Book 1 His body was sin, his cock was sin, and I was a sinner. To keep myself safe I hide in the world and let life move around me. My new partner, Nathan, isn’t safe. Far from it. The darkness coils around him, hidden by a shield created by a blinding smile. But those who live in shadows see past the façade we create.

The alleyway was completely empty, save for a few rusted trash bins and the flickering glow of a broken streetlamp. Narrowing her eyes, Seven accelerated her pace. Her rented apartment wasn't far away; it was well within walking distance from the bar, located in a slightly weathered residential block just past the commercial district. Ordinarily, walking alone at night didn't bother her in the slightest. Her training made her more dangerous than ninety-nine percent of the predators lurking in the dark. She was just about to round a sharp corner leading toward the main avenue when a sudden, sharp fwhipt sliced through the quiet air.

I just lie there, in the dark, watching her breathe. Tomorrow, I meet Adrian. Tomorrow, I will learn the rest of the truth. But tonight — tonight, I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be. With her. In the dark. Trying not to be afraid. End of Chapter 86

Sat in the back seat and watched the city scroll past and tried not to think about Viktor Sokolov's cold eyes and Maya Chen's warning and the photograph of my mother's face. Twenty-four hours. Then everything would change. Again. --- End of Chapter Twenty-Seven.

We were the storm that would answer her fury with fire of our own. ********* Night poured like ink across the Watchers’ stronghold, no stars, no moon, just a suffocating stretch of black sky pressing down. I couldn’t sleep, and I wasn’t sure I even wanted to. My skin felt too tight. My blood too loud. I stood alone in the candlelit corridor outside the chamber we’d been given. The flames danced strangely tonight, longer, flickering in odd directions, almost whispering to me.