Dark Notes Pam Godwin Novels & Stories

Dark of Night Copyright 2019 Emily Goodwin Chapter One “What do you see when you look at this one?” The doctor holds up a card, showcasing an ink splotch that’s twisted and creepy, with eyes that follow you no matter where you go. I look at it, heart hammering away inside my chest. The mess of ink on the white paper reminds me of the monster that lurks in Nana and Papa’s basement, the one that tried to get Abby and Scott to go downstairs with it.

she cried to us as she handed us the painting that was meant for us. I just smiled at her as she hugged us. I looked down at the painting I was holding. "Life in the Darkness" — The Woman Who Lived in the Dark." ** Life in Darkness has signed off.

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

GODFREY'S POV The sun hadn’t yet risen when I stepped out into the cold morning air. The castle grounds were cloaked in an eerie silence, broken only by the occasional rustling of trees outside. I drew my cloak tighter around my shoulders as I made my way to the dungeons. Pamela’s exile was justified, in fact, I was very happy she would be taken far away from Georgina. She had been nothing but trouble to Georgina. As I approached the dungeon entrance, I saw Dawn waiting at the base of the stone steps.

Damien who didn't accept her at the first place was actually warn her not to cross her boundaries and keep her place as it should be - Damien's wife. Damien hates betrayal and disgusting people. He warned her clearly and perfectly that never tried to get closer to his family. He was right. Pamela clenches her jaw. She knows it was a boring night but she was indeed sleeping with their golden son for the night - with no protection or any precautions action. "As you wish!" She takes the money, her lips curled into an evil grin. She doesn't want to marry a cripple at the first place. She hated to see herself standing next to Damien who has an unworldly gorgeous appearance. But he wasn't suitable

Pamela. The woman entered the corridor carrying several notebooks. Took one look at Marcus. Stopped walking. Blinking. Once. Twice. Then she asked the most Pamela question possible. "Are you on drugs?" Silence. Marcus stared. Queen Genoviva stared. I laughed. Pamela pointed dramatically. "No seriously." Marcus looked horrified. "What?" Pamela looked genuinely concerned. "You are literally shining." The corridor went silent. Marcus blinked. Then looked down at himself. A faint silver glow surrounded him.

Darkness was a huge part of that. If Damonq could discredit him and cause doubt among his followers, it would be all to the good. Amelia’s body convulsed again, this time a long, violent seizure. The bursts of electricity aided Damonq in finding Darkness’s sliver as it skittered up the brain, looking to slither into the bloodstream. He pinned it down with a concentrated flow of white-hot light, refusing to allow it to get away. Another section incinerated and dropped off, turning to ash. Darkness howled with pain and rage.

Christine patted her mother’s hand, leaning back into me. “It’s like Dateline for the supernatural,” Pamela interrupted, standing from Enzo’s lap. “Picture it,” Pamela’s hands held up like she was holding a sign, “Crazy warlock hid two children from his heavily enchanted human wife.” Justin cleared his throat, waving his hand across his neck for Pamela to cut it out.

The strange heat emanating from his study didn't help calm the situation at all. For the sake of being polite, I knocked. No response. I knocked again. Then, I heard a muffled ''Come in-...'' I slowly crept the door open and cautiously slipped in. The door shut close by itself gratefully. I was instantly met by groans and moans of pleasure and passion. What the- It wasn't like I was taken aback though, just wasn't expecting it. Damian had Natasha tightly caged between his hard chest and the gigantic plush wooden desk. She, as usual was topless and braless too.

~Derek's Point of View~ My best friend was the only one outside of Eve and Haven that knew about my night in the dark. I walked out of the hotel a little after 5 am and drove home, ready to bang on the apartment door below mine and wake his ass up. Heath of course thought I was nuts, that I could have easily just met a girl on a dating site for this fantasy and not had to pay $10k for it. We had both been single a very long time, both played the field, but both always came up with superficial women.