Dark Matter Michelle Paver Novels & Stories

“Yes… I can see it…” she murmured and felt shivers down her spine. “Perfect! And now you can watch me fall asleep... Such incriminating stuff… Oh, get ready! Meghan makes her entrance in about half an hour…” “Meghan…” Lara echoed weakly. “I could’ve had all this material cut and rearranged, but I didn’t want to spare you a single second of the entertainment.” Swallowing hard, Lara dutifully watched Christophe falling asleep, the most awful suspicion beginning to assail her.

The penthouse suite overlooking the Los Angeles skyline was dimly lit, heavy curtains drawn against the afternoon sun. Don Salvador sat in a leather armchair, a glass of aged scotch in hand, his silver hair slicked back, eyes sharp as ever. The door opened without a knock. Francesca stepped in, long dark hair cascading over a red silk dress that hugged every curve, lips painted blood-red, heels clicking like gunfire on the marble floor. She was Mr. Blackwood’s mistress of three years, the secret kept tucked away from Georgia and the perfect family facade. But she was so much more than that. She was Salvador’s weapon.

"You finally asked her, which is a good thing because you've always been sluggish, and that Panther beat you." "Relax; they're over; I'll make a move now; I'm not going to let her go." "Of course! That's our man. How lovely is Avery, right? Oh my! If she falls in love with me, I'll marry her." "Stop talking, Velasco! She's mine." "It's not my fault; you've always been foolish, but seriously, best of luck with Avery; she's great, brilliant, and a good cop." "That's why I love her," they yelled, but stopped when I turned around. They both gave me the peace sign as Trey grinned and winked. I shook my head and returned my attention to the monitor. Damn! I just heard their freaking conversation u

"How can I get tired of seeing the beauty that presented before my eyes?" Michelle also smiled broadly. But with a pretty thick mocking accent. "Since when are you so good at flirting? Did you meet any other women during the few days you were away?" "You mean Lia?" Michelle gasped. Damien realized that what he said could lead to misunderstandings. "Lia? Who is that?" "I mean Elder Lich. Her full name is Fabulen Nox Crystallia, and this mansion actually belongs to her family." "Is she a beautiful woman? What did you do with her?"

Her Dark Past (Love in shackles) Chapter 1 LILIANA's POV, "Please don't do this to me," I screamed as his huge hand got under my skirt, I shivered in fear, I hated his touch yet I loved it when he touched me. "See you are mine…" Damon spat angrily “I can use you any way I like, I brought you with my money so don't dare try to dictate to me,” he said with gritted teeth "Damon!" I screamed as his hands caressed my skin and I spat on his face.

"This isn't fair on anyone though, and I can't help but think his temper is due to other influences. But whatever. No one deserves this crap." He pulled out one of the tattered journals, glancing with some interest at the sketches of odd plants and updated charts that had been stuffed between the pages. "I wish I'd had these when I'd been studying geography," he muttered with a thin smile. "I would have aced it instead of getting a C minus. Well, whatever." He looked over the impressive graphs for a few minutes before setting them carefully aside and turning his attention to the cursive script. "A dark rider...a sense of dread..."

The only other person in the living room was Tisha who had fallen asleep on the couch, wearing an oversized white T-shirt that went down to her knees. “Bound by silver and aquamarine.” He said to himself as a frown etched on his face. “ What could this mean? Why couldn’t the warlock just kill him right on the spot? After all, he made him what he is today. This is so frustrating. How is someone supposed to find this clue now?.” “Can’t sleep?” He glanced up and saw Annabelle standing by the doorway with her arms folded, a tired look on her face. She wore a white tank top and pink shorts that showed her legs which he tried not to stare at.

AUTHOR BIOGRAPHY: Kevin Lucia is the Reviews Editor for Cemetery Dance Magazine. His short fiction has appeared in several anthologies, and he is the author of Hiram Grange & The Chosen One, the short story collection Things Slip Through and the novella duet Devourer of Souls. He’s currently finishing his Creative Writing Masters Degree at Binghamton University, he teaches high school English and lives in Castle Creek, New York with his wife and children. Visit him at: www.kevinlucia.com or add him on Facebook at either www.facebook.com/kblucia or www.facebook.com/authorkevinlucia.

She said. If only it were that easy. Mindlink was not something I had ever been able to do in my pack. For as long as I can remember, it's just not something I had been gifted with from the moon goddess.. "Mind link isn't something I ever got the hang of." I admitted sheepishly. Alot of the girls in the old pack used to get kicks out of my lack of abilities. But something about Rachel was different. "Come on let's go grab a milkshake. A few of the others are already in the kitchen."

As much as she loved her for it, her striking bravery, even when she was weak and under control, somehow she still oozed power. Michael took slow, dangerous steps towards her, the dagger in his hand, sharper than any dagger she had seen. Harlow's eyes instantly widened at sight, and she noticed the coat on it; she almost fainted, knowing how deadly it actually was. Silver. The one thing werewolves couldn't come back from. "What did you say?" It looked like Michael wasn't excepting what her mother had just said, and honestly, neither did Harlow. "I said, fuck you ." She repeated much slower.