Dark Notes Pam Godwin Novels & Stories

she breathed. “I lived a life with family and friends I knew I could count on. I played… I cried, I stumbled and got up. It’s boring but I feel like I’ve probably fulfilled half of my life,” she stated as her eyes drifted and stared directly into mine. “It’s just a shame I couldn’t love. But who knows?” Those were her last words. I couldn’t speak after it, and a guardian of hers came and picked her up in the swing. It was a short-lasted conversion. Meaningless as it seems. But it bothered me, more than it should.

DARKEST HOURS CHAPTER THREE JOHN PAUL's POV ..................................................................................... It has been three days and ma'am Felicia has been in the hospital, and yet no trace of her mentioned daughter. I couldn't ask her about her daughter. Because i felt she needed to heal and focus on herself more, once she has recovered much better i can ask of her daughter and get her to see her mom. One evening, I went to the church as usual and sat down in the rear pew and kept gazing at the Roman Catholic statues.

The fact that Nadir felt no discomfort in such a holy place did not mean that God would ever listen her prayer, after all she was a being from the Darkness, a demon who hurt people in one way or another. Around 8 p.m., when the party was just getting started, Maria went to the terrace to take a moment to rest from the hustle and bustle, and found Nadir sitting there silently. - Oh, sorry, didn't knew you were here. I'm not disturbing you, do I?- she asked a little bit timidly. - Of course not.- Nadir replied, smiling slightly. - Listen, I would like you to promise me something.- Maria asked her.- Promise you won't hurt Miguel, because if that's your goal, know that I won't let it happen.- sh

Detective Upton taunted. Adam and I stood up and exited the interrogation room. Amber I sat alone in my apartment, crying my eyes out. I couldn't believe Lorenzo was dead; what hurt the most was that he was found with a half-naked woman. How could he cheat on me? I stood up to grab another tissue box. When I sat back down, I tried calling Daphnie again. "Hi, you've reached Daphnie Carter. I'm sorry I mi-"

Grace was anxious, she was continuously checking her phone and looking outside until she reached the place. "Wait here! I'll be back in five minutes." She said and got out of the car. Nathan nodded but Grace forgot that he is Dominick's man and he can't lie to him. He called Dominick. "Hello chief... Donna is in st. Stephen's park." Grace stood in the same place waiting for the man. "Good morning, Grace!" She turned around when that man said. "I don't have time... Tell me everything." She demanded. "You will know everything... I don't have time either..."

Slater quickly shushed her by pointing his gun in her direction. It wasn’t the recommended strategy, but it worked. “Shut up!” The girl whimpered, cowering back in the cell into the woman behind her. Matthew continued his scan. The fourth girl stood against the wall, her head back against the bricks as her lips moved quickly. He could hear her faintly, and it took a second before he made out the prayer for mercy she was chanting with her eyes closed. Mercy. “Macy Swan?” He asked, knowing from the picture he had studied that this was her, though they had done a hell of a job trying to hide her. Her black hair had been bleached blonde, and make-up was smeared across her face.

Shame crashed over me in waves, but it couldn’t drown the sudden, aching throb. He was standing so close I could see the dark lashes framing those burning silver eyes, the way his broad chest rose and fell calmly while mine came fast and shallow. Gods help me. This was wrong. So very wrong. And yet, I leaned ever so slightly toward him before I caught myself. But as I turned to leave, to escape his ever-too-hot presence and the dangerous words still echoing in my ears, Soren’s hand shot out.

I reached for him, but he'd already turned away. The door slammed shut, leaving me alone among scattered petals. I crossed to the fireplace and fed the ruined white roses to the flames. The petals curled, blackened, and turned to ash, like our love. I thought Ryder would let it go after my outright refusal, that he might reconsider. After all, we'd been unshakable until then. We were fated mates, blessed by the Moon Goddess. But two days later, a courier delivered an unmarked package. I opened it to find the pregnancy test results from the infirmary.

“No, Bjorn, I don’t like him. He’s a power broker of my father, and just a slimy snake. We should go find my father though. He won’t appreciate you keeping him waiting.” The study of Pendergast Manor was larger than the library of Bjorn’s grad school. Mahogany wood, shelves lined with books in actual leather bindings, huge leather sofa chairs and painted lamps adorned the space. This was what wealth looked like. A smell of stale cigar smoke even hung in the air. David Pendergast sat swallowed in a singular sofa chair, watching Bjorn intently as he gazed around the room. “I’m glad you could make it tonight, Mr. Haraldsson. Please do come in and take a seat. We have much to discuss.”

He was no longer their hired help after he resigned, and he was also in an isolated area, which meant there was little to no possibility of witnesses being present. All it took was five of his best men to take over the mission. One lured him into the woods pretending to be a poor young man from the same area who needed help, and the next thing Winston knew, the other four ambushed him. And the rest was history. Pamela was forced to return to the mansion after the investigation was forcibly closed, and she was locked in her room for a while. Although she was technically in house arrest, she refused to come out from her personal sanctuary, much to Gregory’s irritation.