Dark Nights Book Novels & Stories

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

“What?” I show them the phone. Damian swears under his breath. “He’s dead.” “Yes,” I say slowly. “But someone else just picked up the pen.” The lights flicker again. And this time, they don’t come back on. Chapter 37 POV: Lydia Hart Darkness has weight. It presses in on the room, thick and deliberate, as if the power outage is not a failure but a decision. The hum of the city outside is muted, distant, like London itself has stepped back to watch what happens next.

I curled into myself on my side of bed, my fingers fluttering over my stomach. After the dark, comes the light. Fabiano could do anything he wanted but I wouldn’t let him snatch my light away this time. I won’t let him spread his darkness in my light. After the dark, comes the light. ***

she said He sat up and looked away from her "There are so many things you probably won't understand" he said "Then let me in. Let me into your world" she said as she sat up beside him "My world is dark and you can't get in!" He yelled as he turned to face her "Then let me be your light. Let me bring you out of this darkness that is hovering all over you" she cried as she placed her hands on his shoulders "Light and darkness aren't supposed to meet," he said sadly as he lowered his head to touch hers

'' He whispered. ''No, don't stop...'' I whispered back drowsy with sleep. I have gotten used to cold and dark that I almost love it now. ''Goodnight Sky'' Shit! What was I doing? This wasn't going to end well at all.

Chapter 134: Abyss of Regrets DAMIEN’S POV I woke with a violent gasp, my body slamming against something that felt like cold stone yet dissolved into smoke the moment I touched it. The impact rattled through my bones, stealing the air from my lungs. Darkness stretched in every direction, an endless, suffocating void that pressed against my skin with icy, probing fingers. It wasn't a mere absence of light. This darkness breathed, it watched, and it hungered.

Long milky blonde hair with a pair of red-violet eyes that can drown you into a bottomless pit, reddish lips, and a milky white complexion. This is not me! Clearly not Nina Facelo! And like a flashback. My whole life before I came here, started flowing. From school, going to a nearby bookstore to buy the most awaited book that my friends recommended to me. And I, trying to be a hero and ended up dying in a dark alley on the second street. Illuminating Darkness! That's the title! That's the book that I want to read! I didn't sleep peacefully instead I died young! And to add salt to the wounds. I am now in the body of the most wicked Dame in the Kingdom! The suspected villainess of the famous

Under The Moonlight: Collection of Mate Bond Stories INTO THE DARKNESS SAGA (Ten Years after STHOMA) Beneath Her Darkness: The Alpha’s Little Demon Braving The Darkness: One Night With The Demon King Beyond The Darkness: The Alpha’s Little Witch (Coming OCT 2023) THE ALPHA BLOOD CIRCLE SERIES (Ten Years after Beneath Her Darkness) She’s The Luna I Want The Beta And I Gamma Book (Austin&Lexi) coming soon Gold Book (Nadine & Xander) not yet written Orange Book (Zach Adams) not yet written Green Book (Kairo Evans) not yet written Blue Book (Cyrus Williamson) not yet written

The pool light glowing in the dark, the warm water, how I felt when I was in it and then I thought about who else was in the house tonight. I picked up my phone and texted Chloe. Tristan and I are done. I'm okay, going back to your house, don't call me tonight. I sent it before she could respond, put my phone in my bag and finished my drink. The mansion was dark when I let myself in. The key worked on the third try, which was probably because I was drunk, and I stood in the doorway for a moment, heels in one hand, the cool tile of the entrance hall under my bare feet. The house was quiet. The clock above the hall table read ten forty.

I muttered, scanning the crowd. “Right?” Daya said, shuddering. “Even the girls look scary.”We made our way to the bar, pushing through sweaty bodies and shrieks that passed for laughter. “Two shots of tequila,” Daya told the bartender while rummaging in her purse. He nodded, poured the drinks, and slid them across. Daya paid and handed me a glass. “To finding guys who don’t set off serial killer vibes,” she said. I chuckled, raising my glass. “Less creepy guys.”