Dark Age Pierce Brown Audiobook Novels & Stories

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.

My thoughts got broken when he looked at me. "Nothing! " I locked my macbook, I need to delete these reports before he finds out. He got up and walked towards me. I scooted away from him when he sat beside me but one jerk from him and I am on his lap. "It's been weeks, you should forget about it." He said while caressing my hair. He is right it's been weeks and It's been almost a month that Grace is unconscious. "This is what I am, a monster and you fell in love with that. You have to accept it, love... "

Not yet. She heard a rustle of sheets and a groggy groan behind her. Then, a second later, Jace’s sandy, rough, metal-against-metal voice emerged, all rough from disuse. “Do I smell coffee, or is it just you who’s perky? She turned, raising an eyebrow. “You’re unbelievable.” He was there, naked as a jaybird, and utterly unapologetic, and without a trace of discomfort. “I'm not, but I had a perfect night, again," he said, scratching his chest as he ambled closer. "I can be a little smug, though I guess. ”

Drake said, "Sir Brown hanged himself in prison many years ago, finding release in death. Lady Brown claimed she was deeply guilty and only deserved to live to atone for her sins. Over the years, her health has been poor, but remarkably, she has remained lucid. However, just yesterday, she suffered a severe heart attack, and the doctor said she doesn't have much time left, so Mr. Thorne has applied for her to receive medical treatment outside of prison." "Mr. Thorne?" Ruby exclaimed, her voice trembling with excitement. Drake looked at her, and remained silent for a long time. "Yes, that's her own grandson."

~Bleep~ ~Bleep~ ~Bleep~ The alarm clock rang nonstop in the slightly dark room. Carolyn struggled to move her arm from the bed to the side where the annoying sound came from with her eyes still closed and a frown. "Mgrrm". She groaned as she dragged her eyes open with all the energy she had left. Her leg had never been an issue before because she could always move them whenever she was lazy but this time, they felt like blocks of concrete. She could barely open her eyes so how the hell would her legs be any different?

the phone cuts "ugh damn it, there's nothing she or any of us can do about him or whatever that thing is" Jason woke up late in the morning to the chirping of birds and the warm sunlight embracing warm except for his eyes, groaning with pain Jason put his sunglasses on before the scars were fully formed. He sat up and wondered about the things that happened yesterday, from his interaction with May, Mike, and the poor lumberjack. Then he remembers that the school camp and potentially his life will be soon over if anyone finds Mike dead or alive. ** Can Dark Matter hear my thoughts ** he thought to himself again then he decided to ask

I sat in a high-backed leather chair, my hands shaking so violently I had to tuck them under my thighs. The blood from Daniel’s shoulder was still a drying, copper-scented smear on the edge of my mother’s locket. Pierce moved with a quiet, practiced grace, pouring a glass of amber liquid from a crystal decanter. He didn't look like a villain; he looked like a man carrying the weight of the world. He set the glass on the desk in front of me, but I couldn't touch it.

Chapter 1: Dysfunctional family. The darkness is nothing more than a test that God gives us, many times to overcome things and learn from it, but in the end we all carry that darkness in our hearts, we just have to decide whether to expel it or let it dwell within you. Charlotte is a girl who has been in the dark since she was born, her parents were shitty to her, she was beaten and mistreated unjustifiably simply because her parents wanted it that way, but to understand a little of this story we must return to the past.

AMBER POV All thought leaves my mind, and the world grinds to a halt around me as Lucian's eyes lock with mine. Even my son disappears from my consciousness. My mate is just as I remember him. He hasn't aged a day. His dark brown hair and eyes are just as warm as I remember and his sharp jawline is just as chiseled as it always was. His muscles are still massive, and his shoulders are still broad. The only thing missing is the pull in my chest that snapped the day I died.

He had finally fallen asleep around four in the morning, only to have to be up by seven. "Up for a break and coffee?" David's too chipper voice boomed around Asher's office as his head popped through the open door. "Are you a damn espurr?" Asher asked standing and stretching. David let out a chuckle. "I happen to have made an appointment with your past lover for noon at Belle." "That new coffee shop that opened down the street?" Asher confirmed. "Yup, that's the one." David confirmed. Nodding Asher grabbed his coat off the back of his chair and shrugged it on.