Dark Corners Book Novels & Stories

The room was dimly lit, the heavy scent of cigar smoke curling through the air. Alessandro De Luca leaned back in his leather chair, swirling a glass of red wine. Across from him, Mateo Salazar stood with calculated ease, his sharp eyes betraying no emotion. The silence between them was razor-thin, each man waiting for the other to speak first. “A man of your reputation shouldn’t be wasting his time in the shadows, Alessandro.” Mateo spoke, breaking the silence. “Especially not when there’s an opportunity to reclaim what’s rightfully yours.”

Amelia had cornered my mother at the lakeside. She spoke softly, "Mrs. Carden, do you know… Why I wanted to kill your daughter?" My mother's eyes bulged with fear as she turned. A thunderclap echoed in my mind. With a splash, Amelia pushed my mother into the lake. My mom struggled frantically. Alas, that place was deserted. It was the most forgotten corner of the hospital. Amelia stood by the shore, arms wrapped around herself, a glint of venom in her gaze. Her smile was wicked, each word dripping with satisfaction. "Why did your daughter have to steal the spot that was rightfully mine?

The possibility of someone keeping an eye on her apartment and following the trail back to her was too high of a risk. While losing her book was far less upsetting than losing Matthew, she still cried for a solid hour once alone in the bedroom. She had poured her heart and soul into that book, and it felt like another hit to her already fragile sanity. Everything was gone or being taken from her, and she would be all alone soon, looking over her shoulder every few minutes as she started her life over as Julie Kaines. "Is that a laptop?" Julie asked, jumping up and grabbing the box. It had to be a sick and cruel joke.

Darkness enveloped the entire area,yet Gavin and Khez's condition remained unchanged as if the darkness had never ended. Khez had no idea that Heark had returned to her after they had split up Heark was just armed with an ax and a flashlight as he approached to the location. The entire place is enveloped in deafening quiet scary and standing feathers. The opponents will attack soon Their expressions are filled with terror since one false action could result in to death. Heark is on his way to his goal he had no idea that he was being followed by the opponents which they also callled 'The Walking Half Man' but it's also known as 'the red eyed dead,'the fact that these are similar to a zombies

swipe left. From PB down everything is full of extreme security, the walls are soundproofed and have several layers of concrete, with an outer layer of an alloy of steel with other metals, which makes it almost indestructible, which is why the organization itself it can easily be called a bunker, everything here is run by computers and i've made sure i have the best hackers in the world to keep the prying out that's why whenever we hear of some kid who has gotten past the security of the pentagon or some organization or government important worldwide we make sure to find it and make it part of Darkness, only the best are here, although only a few manage to stay. As soon as we enter the class

Alicia’s POV The library smelled normal, like old paper and new fine prints too, the kind of place that always felt safer than the real world. I tucked myself deeper into the corner carrel on the third floor, my legs folded under me on the hard wooden chair, a paperback cracked open on my lap. The cover was worn soft from too many hands, but I can’t blame no one, because it had a lovable MMC—dark-haired hero, shadowed eyes, the kind of man who promised ruin and redemption in the same breath. My thumb traced the embossed title absently.

Seven days since his dark eyes had traveled slowly up her body before meeting hers with a knowing smirk. "That's an intimate placement," he'd said, his voice like gravel and sin. "You sure you can handle it?" The double meaning hadn't been lost on her. Now, standing outside "Ink and Sin" at 7:45 PM....the last appointment of the night....Maya took a deep breath and pushed open the door. The shop was exactly as she remembered: dark walls covered in flash art, the smell of antiseptic and ink, heavy metal playing low through the speakers. But it was empty now. Just her and....

I waited, just for fun, then let the silence draw out. Jack squirmed, like he thought I was about to say no. I was about to say yes when my eyes caught on a movement at the corner table by the emergency exit. A man sat there, alone, reading a book with a matte black cover. He was tall even while seated, with sharp cheekbones and hands too elegant for anyone under forty. His hair was dark and perfect. His jacket—expensive, probably custom-tailored—was so out of place in The Morgue it felt like he’d been CGI’d into the scene.

Behind the panel was a small space, just big enough to hide something. Inside was a single book. It didn’t look like any of the other books in the library. Its cover was dark, almost black, and made of old leather that looked like cracked bark from a tree. The corners were worn down, and it had no title. Just a symbol. A silver moon. It shimmered faintly, even though the light in the library was dim.

The door opened. The library had no windows. The walls were lined with shelves; the gold lettering on the spines glinted occasionally in the dim light filtering through the door crack, like flattened stars breathing. She walked to the farthest shelf, pulled out the black-spined book from the third row—cover blank, pages empty. She set it on the table, opened the cover. The folded paper inside had no new writing. She closed it, returned it to the shelf, and turned toward the other door at the far end of the room.