Dark Morning By Aisle Landon Novels & Stories

Then pointed “Shampoo is over there, you can pick what scent to use. I’ll be just outside, be quick.” Once she left I scrubbed myself down. The scent of vanilla filled the air. Shampoo. “Hmmm.” I skimmed over the labels choosing a lavender one. At the packhouse we had a big clump of the stuff which reminded me of home. Finishing my hair I drained the bath, wrapping a towel around myself. My reflection stared back at me through the mirror. My hard ice blue eyes looked sharper than they used to be. This has been a long day. The door opened and I leapt to the side. Holding my towel in place around me. Damion just strolled in holding a black dress a bounce to his step. He paused seeing my predic

Almira asked. Kitanna rushed to him and placed her hand on his chest. She hummed a beautiful melody and his body began to respond. Dante opened his eyes slowly, wincing from a sharp headache. He blinked when he noticed the colored ceiling. Realizing the lights were real, he sat up immediately. As the duvet slipped off his body, his blood ran cold as several realizations hit him at once. He was no longer in the dark well. This wasn't his barn. He was in a royal's room. Lastly, he was not in any form of pain.

Despite my best efforts, I was unable to fall asleep; instead, I was constantly pacing inside the constraints of my own concerns. During the time when I was standing on the brink of an awful reality, the dawn painted the sky with several shades of ambiguity. There was a delicate thread that was weaved into the tumultuous tapestry of the night, and it was Alissa's fate that hung in the balance. A repetitive cadence that hinted of secrets concealed in the folds of the night was reflected in the unrelenting anguish that I felt within me, which was a pattern that matched the heartbeat of the city. During the time that the sun was rising and shining its uncaring light over the globe, my resolutio

That room is definitely cursed and I don't have the courage to open it. I opened the refrigerator and morning's frozen breakfast gawked back at me. I thought I would eat it for dinner but Catherina ordered us dinner as it was late due to rain. I grabbed a water bottle for the night and kept the lights on. I don't like darkness, I am scared of it. My heart thuds whenever I see the dark corner. It feels like he is staring at me. The man who has snatched the light from my life, it feels like he is here or maybe I am so paranoid that my mind creates an illusion.

Chapter Ninety-One: Traces of Morning Alli’s POV The morning light crept through the slats of her blinds, dancing across the worn hardwood floor like a slow unraveling dream. Alli blinked awake, her body aching in all the right places, wrapped in sheets that still smelled like him—like motor oil and cedar and summer heat. The space beside her was empty, but warm.

Selena's POV The garden is behind us, the sun has set, and the stars twinkle through the window. Damian's warmth is comforting against my back, his hand resting on my stomach, and his breathing is slow and steady. I should feel secure, and I do. But there’s something nagging at the corners of my mind, something dark, something lurking. I shut my eyes. The darkness envelops me. I find myself standing in a barren field. The grass is dead and brown, crunching beneath my feet. The sky is a dull gray, with low-hanging clouds, casting an odd light. There’s no sun, no moon, and no stars—just an endless grayness pressing down on me.

Darkness was everywhere no matter where she looked. It was just as if she was drowning in darkness, there was no way for her to go. Alessia couldn't tell exactly where she was or even if the place was even real. Her head was aching seriously, as if it had been run over by a truck. She wanted to wake up but something was stopping her from waking up and it was the darkness. Suddenly she felt a cold brush on her palm.

spots, stripes, or both? *Chapter 6* Aislinn could feel herself falling through darkness. The black was throbbing around her. Somewhere in the void there was a pounding. The echo became more and more insistent, louder. Then she felt herself being moved. She was aware of the black shifting around her. Someone was trying to reach her. Aislinn could feel an urgent voice pulling at her. Suddenly the black turned into the street outside of her apartment. She felt drunk as she watched the street lights pass above her. The lights passing over her one at a time.Where am I going?She thought.Madadh-Allaidh Saobhaidh. I need to get to Madadh-Allaidh Saobhaidh.But she couldn't make her body obey her min

Dawn P.O.V. Dark folds around us like wet velvet. Allison slips, and I take the fall. Breath first. Anchor on breath. In. Out. The air tastes old, dust and iron and the sour musk of rogue wolves trying to cover fear with sweat and anger. Beneath it, faint as summer rain: lavender, our mate’s scent on the memory of a shirt pressed to a chest that won’t sleep. And there, bright as a spark lodged behind my ribs; the other heartbeat. Small. Steady. Mine to guard.