City Light Book Novels & Stories

But Lara did… and it hurt her more than what he did to her three years back. Since she was left alone by Christophe and Francine, she went off to explore after dinner, wandering through beautifully furnished and decorated reception rooms that were lifeless. Lara was delighted to come upon a library and, locating the English section, selected ‘Jane Eyre’, her favorite. She hadn’t read it for several years. But Charlotte Brontë failed her for the very first time. Lara found it impossible to concentrate. Standing up again, she cast the book aside and stepped through the curtains to open the French windows that featured in virtually every room. She walked along the terrace. As Lara passed by ope

He grabs the edge of the house with his hands. “Hmm, nice view,” thought the vampire. The building was quite high and opened a marvelous panorama of the surroundings of the city, covered by a scattering of brilliant lights. In the distance, streams of cars could be seen, which even that night did not weaken much. Cars moved in a common system, small lights, outlining the lines of the streets. The city was presented as a single organism absorbing everyone into itself and making anyone a part of its system. Eyes that see the wisdom of the ages scanned the expanses built by man.

Walt said his mind, and Shani finally sighed and took a seat in front of us. "Yeah...sorry about that, so...let me just um... set my stuff down..." she was setting down her oversize ethnic purse on the coffee table and fished out an old-looking book. It was a printed one, not the handwritten bind book that we saw days ago at her place.

Ryan was very angry hearing that he wants to know about his parents. This is the first time someone dares to ask him about his parents and family. The whole city knows that Ryan didn't like to talk about his parents that's why they never mentioned this in front of him. But this time Christian unknowingly pull the trigger.

Jinyan’s head was on my chest, his hand idly tracing the line of my ribs. "The city you saw," he said quietly, his voice back to its whiskey-smooth rasp. "Tell me about it." I closed my eyes, the vision returning with a clarity that made me shiver. "It was full of light. Not the neon of Macau, but a soft, breathing light. The buildings were made of glass and living stone. And the people... they weren't afraid. They weren't hiding their eyes or dampening their frequency. They were just... shining."

"She said dishonest cities had dishonest light. Too bright or too dark. Always compensating for something." ​"And Lisbon," Scarlett said, her own voice softening to match his. ​"Honest light," he said. "She would have said it had honest light." ​Scarlett looked up at the streetlamps, really looking at them this time. She watched the way the amber glow didn't fight the shadows but seemed to lean into them, and how the dark between the lamps felt intentional, a place for the city to breathe. She looked at the tiles, which caught every stray glimmer and held it, turning the simple act of reflection into something deliberate and specific.

Therefore, Miguel believed that the second option must be true, and it gave him hope that if they could get hold of this book, the spell it contained would surely help them contact Nadir in the Underworld and get the message across. - We have to find this book, at all costs.- Miguel was talking to himself as he searched the internet for places selling old books, especially on the subject of magic or esotericism. And he really did thought so - for Miguel was ready to get rid of all his savings, if only to get his hands on the book. Additionally, Nadir left behind not only her belongings and clothes, but also quite a lot of money earned while working at the bar. As it was all cash, Miguel gave

Dante I stood by the floor-to-ceiling window of my library, staring at the city lights bleeding into the darkness below. The library was the one place I spent most of my time. Città dei Re stared right back at me. This city never truly slept. Even after everything that had happened, people still moved through the streets, businesses still opened, and money still changed hands as though blood had never stained the ground a year ago. But I remembered. I remembered every second of that day.