Dark Morning By Aisle Landon Novels & Stories

Celia Dawn is a lie behind the tinted windows. A gray glow without warmth, promising nothing. I surface from sleep the way one drowns in reverse, struggling upward toward a surface made of awareness and pain. The weight of yesterday falls over me before I even open my eyes. The unfamiliar room. The locked door. Him.

Daisy's Pov The morning sun felt like a spotlight on my guilt. I woke up tangled in dark silk sheets. The heavy weight of an arm was draped across my waist. Caspian was still asleep, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. In the daylight, the black ink creeping up his neck looked even more dangerous. I carefully slid out from under his grip. My body ached in ways I did not want to think about. Last night was a blur of heat, claiming, and a primal desperation that still made my blood hum. But the madness of the night was fading, and reality was crashing down fast.

Aria My eyes open to darkness. I bolt up from the single bed I’m placed on and get hit with dizziness and a sharp pain in my head again. I lay back on the bed and try to adjust my eyes to the darkness, confusion still fogging my brain. There was absolute darkness, save for the ray of moonlight flooding the room through the tiny window left open by the upper side of the wall. The memories of today hit me; waking up, seeing Damon, getting dragged out of the hospital...

Dawn crept over the horizon in pale shades of silver, seeping through the trees and painting the forest in reluctant light. The air was damp with dew, heavy with silence, and for the first time in hours, Ayla stirred without flinching. Her lashes fluttered, breath hitching as if she had surfaced from some dreamless pit, and she blinked blearily into the shifting shadows above.

Ashley understood that darkness all too well—it was the same darkness that had once consumed Adonis, and it was a darkness that she had fought to escape. As she watched Demon sleep, she wondered if there was a way to pull him out of that darkness, to show him that he could be more than what he believed. She knew Amelia could be the light that guided him, just as her unborn child was the light that guided her. But it wouldn’t be easy. Nothing about their situation was easy. The sound of footsteps outside the cabin snapped Ashley out of her thoughts. Her heart leapt into her throat, fear gripping her as she wondered if Adonis had found them. But the steps were too light, too hesitant to belong

The Darkness Within Kael stirred awake to the gentle light of dawn filtering through the cabin window, his arm instinctively reaching for Aria beside him. But the bed was vacant. His heart raced as his senses heightened — her scent lingered faintly, vanishing. He quickly got up, throwing on his shirt as he stepped outside into the chill of the morning. The forest lay silent, save for the leaves rustling, sharing secrets he couldn’t comprehend. Then he spotted her — standing by the riverbank, her dark hair dancing in the wind, her reflection on the water quivering like her spirit.

Emily A certain fear crippled my insides, I could feel the gloomy darkness. It was pitch black. I was completely surrounded by darkness. I felt extremely cold. I have been walking in this darkness for what seems like forever. It feels like an endless tunnel. My heartbeat was spiking up as I kept walking. The more I kept walking, the more the air around me turned graver. As I kept on walking, I noticed a small light in the distance. It was glowing a bright golden that reminded me of someone. A rush of relief flooded my entire being. My lips broke into a smile for the first time since I had been down here. Hopefully, the light would be a way out of this darkness. At this point, all I wanted wa

Parang kusa nang kumikilos ang kamay ko para gawin ang trabaho rito. "Naku, mga wala talagang magawa sa buhay ang mga 'yun. Huwag kang magtitiwala sa kanila, Dawn. Baka mapahamak ka lang," bilin ni Ate Lala kaya napangiti ako. "Ikaw naman kasi, ang ganda-ganda mo." Uminit ang pisngi ko sa pahabol niyang papuri. Kinamot ko ang noo ko at nagpigil ng ngiti.

Black as the darkest night hair against a crisp linen pillow, brown skin against a blindingly white sheet, and tiger’s eyes burning with deliberate cruelty and triumph into hers. In horrified rejection of the imagery that had sprung into her mind, Lara Anderson shuddered violently, dimly aware that she was still in the grip of severe shock. Abruptly, she was dredged from her turmoil by the insistent shrill of the telephone in the hall. Reluctantly she answered the summons, carefully shutting the lounge door behind her so that her father was not disturbed.