Dark Corners Book Novels & Stories

Turning the knob, I quietly peeked. If it wasn't because of the sunlight coming from the window, I wouldn't be walking inside. My eyes wandered around the room, as they landed on the bookshelves. I remember Anson and Mr Grayson are owners of a publishing company. No wonder why Luca's office is filled with books. I smiled at the cleanliness of the room, as I walked towards the desk with papers perfectly placed above it. My eyes suddenly landed on a picture frame, but it doesn't have a picture. Instead, a note was placed inside of it.

Forget it! I opened the door wider and stepped into the dark room. The thick blinds were pulled shut, blocking the light from the window. The entire room reeked of him, the smell was overwhelming that it could easily subdue any other fragrance, mine included. The room was even darker from the dim paint with a few traces of gold. A shelf stood at the corner, filled with-- books? I walked to it, my footsteps silent against the floor. I pulled out a book, I never knew the jerk and psychotic Zane was into books.

“IT’S JUST I HAD a different book in mind when ink spilled on this one, plus what’s left to do in a finished book?” They, of course, ignored me Completely probably deciding if I would not explain, they were just going to proceed. One of the three waved their hand above the inky darkness we were standing on, and instantly a book on a pedestal was in front of them on the floor. It showed off my title, ‘1001 Dark Tales’. I instantly held my breath, hoping they didn’t realize what that meant. But if they had, they said nothing. Instead, they just started flipping through the pages of the book, looking for which store to choose.

It Awakened a part of her that had laid dormant for a long time, a thrilling feeling that she couldn't put into words. His eyes were compelling as they stare. Harlow couldn't simply bring herself up to tear hers away from his, to look at anything else, anywhere else. How could she? When she was content with just spending the rest of her life only to stare into his eyes, their darkness was addicting in the oddest of ways.

I said, and Rick nodded as he walked to the center of the room and dropped into a chair. My fingers glide along the books as I read their titles. I pull one out, glance at the first few pages, and then slip it back into its place before continuing. “Hmmm,” I hummed as I squatted to see the books at the bottom. My fingers glide along the books, and my heart stops when I read one of the titles, “How to Reject a Mate and the Consequences that Follow.” Slowly, I pulled the book from its slot and flipped through a few pages.

They had hit a wall. Pursing her lips, she lowered her head and started to survey the room they were in. However, the decorations were minimal and there was barely anything that caught her attention until her gaze fell on the red carpeted floor. Her keen eyes caught onto an anomaly and she walked around, gaining everyone’s attention to her. Elise squatted and stared at the carpet where there was an obvious difference in color. It was impossible to grasp it at first glance. But to Elise who had a keen eyesight, she detected the difference in an instant. Moreover, the blemished spot seemed wet and...

- a man holds an envelope in the hands of a librarian - A familiar name, and I have already heard a surname somewhere. Duk picks up the package and rips it open thoughtfully. The paper wrapper falls to the floor. Duk holds a book, reads the title - Living in Darkness. He looks at her for a couple of seconds and breaks into a sly smile.

The rink along her finger taps about on the wooden, outer exterior. The larger man finds himself in the public library. The establishment is made with countless bookshelves that are on their last leg. It seems that they only stand up out of the will of defiance rather than curiosity about the creature’s knowledge. Among all the peasants that are reading, some are ripping pages out of the book and eating the paper, though these people are poor and few and far between, Garth is still able to beam his eyes around the community and spot them, though he doesn’t say anything. Instead, his right-hand reaches to the top of one of the bookshelves. The top shelves are home to books that have not been

I don't usually put content alerts but I thought it would be a good idea to include one here. This chapter may contain triggering content! There is abuse and hintings of rape. Please read at your own discretion. • • • The air was wonderful against my face. We were seated on the roof of an abandoned building with the magnificent skyline before us. Tonight had been a bust. Sure I'd been able to make enough to pay off the rent but I could still feel the strong fingers clutching my arm like a vice.

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