Cong Light Novels & Stories

I replied calmly, "Got it." Darren paused, clearly caught off guard. Then, he found his words again. "The eighteenth of next month is a day blessed by the Moon Goddess. That's the day for our big ceremony." There was an unusual softness in his voice, something I had not heard from him before. Before I could even respond, a sultry moan crackled through the phone. It was Betty. They were together, even as he talked to me. A dull ache spread through the wolf inside me. With the pain, tears started to spill over.

"Mr. Lloyd, I'd like to work for your company." "I'll come ready with my full commitment, and two of Eric's key clients. Is that enough? I can bring more if needed." A deep voice answered. "What do you want in return?" "I have no home and not a single penny to my name." "Alright. Come to my place."

It seemed Pete had better taste in things like this. “Are you frequent?” She asked while looking at the bar's interior. The lights were dim but bright enough to spot irregular activities but there were some tables with darker lights than the others. “Yes, my friend own this place. We come here to chill some weekends.” Amelia nodded, maybe she got him wrong. Maybe not. “Aren't you going to get me drinks?” Amelia asked. “What do you want?” “Tequila. Five bottles.” Pete smiled, “Okay.” Even though he wasn't going to get as much as that.

The building's silhouettes suddenly became the dark night sky and the lights from their windows suddenly were twinkling. "Isn't that beautiful?" I asked when I saw a broken stoplight, the red light was blinking and the green and yellow once didn't seem to work. I thought it was aesthetically pleasing, under the gloom of the night, along the empty streets and silently passing cars. The slow blinking of that stop light seemed to harmonize with the quietness of the evening. I looked at Edgar and he was frowning at the stop light. "Pretty much could cause traffic, goodness, that should be fixed," he said and I rolled my eyes at him.

Sure enough, it was gone. The image of him smiling at the clerk came to mind, along with the warm compliments about what a loving couple we were. That scene kept replaying in my head. I stood there in a daze, the bitterness in my chest slowly settling. I quietly told myself that maybe this was all just a one-sided crush on Serena's end. After dinner, Lucas suddenly set down his fork and said, "I have to work late tonight at the observatory. I need to observe a star that's quite rare."

As she reached an intolerable peak of excitement, Lara sank her teeth into his shoulder and was flung over the edge into quivering, whimpering fulfillment at the same time as he was. His breathing pattern roughly audible, Christophe dealt her a shattered glance and slowly lowered her limp body to the floor again, glittering golden eyes still pinned to her. Christophe dropped a kiss on to her eyebrow and began rearranging her dress with hands that were uncharacteristically clumsy. “We’d better get out of here…” He indicated the red light flashing behind the open control panel, readjusting whatever he had previously put out of place at speed. “In a matter of seconds, security will be here.”

She stepped into the room where Connel sat, her voice steady and palms shaky. “I'd like to speak with you.” Connel turned towards his right as she stood there, the room held its breath. He didn't answer right away. He reached into his lower drawer and pulled out a slim, skeletonized lighter- complex, metallic like a vault guarded with gears. He tapped the body lightly and deliberately. Ariel recognized the lighter, it was the S.T Dupont complication lighter, rare as well as beautiful. She stood quietly admiring the beauty, the way the cap flipped open to reveal the flames.

"Jerry this, Jerry that, if the boy can't tell who his sister is, how can I tell who Amanda is?" "Sir," The young man who was also tired at the corner spoke up. "If you haven't noticed, they are all Amanda." "Are you trying to make me look stupid boy?" "No sir, I will shut up now." Alex bowed his head, he wasn't ready to lose his life. "You know, it doesn't matter anymore, shoot them all, and-" Darkness engulfed the room. "Who the fuck turned off the light?" There was a bang, followed by another. "Someone turn on the light this minute!" Torento thundered. A gunshot rang.

The massive doors creaked as they opened. The commotion erupted. Flash photography. Shouts. Questions hurled like jagged glass. "Lily! Over here!" "Does it feel good to see Brigs Carlston in handcuffs for once?" "Are the Carlston funds being frozen?" "Are you going to reinstate the James Foundation?" "Was it that you were undercover the entire time?" The crowd surged forward as security held them back. The cameras didn't blink. Lily inched forward, her feet like lead as if she was moving through water. The podium loomed like the edge of a cliff. She grasped it, holding herself back.