Dark Notes Pam Godwin Novels & Stories

He countered. "She looked at her own unfinished painting like she'd never seen it before. She's been avoiding every social situation, every person who knew her before the wedding. And yesterday at the studio, when she was talking about her art, I stopped to recall and I had never heard her talk that way.” He paused. “She talked about using darkness in her work. About how certain shades can express things words can't. But all of Pamela's paintings are bright. Cheerful. There's no darkness in any of them."

She was not only the sole friend she had remaining but as her manager and she thought keeping her in the dark a little longer for precautious reasons won't hurt, she has just been betrayed by the two most important people in her life hence taking Extra caution is something she plans on doing more frequently. “Hey Jenny, how are you doing? I just saw the news, it's all over the internet.” Pamela asks in concern, the phone was on loudspeaker permitting Damon to hear whatever the girls were talking about. She wanted him to stay in the dark, but she was not going to hide any of her moves from him.

Dwight met it with a firm grip, and they gave each other a victorious high-five. The dim, sterile light in the police station cast long shadows over the room, creating an eerie atmosphere that only intensified Pamela's anxiety. She sat on the hard metal chair, her hands trembling in her lap. Across from her, Inspector Ramirez sat with an unblinking gaze, his eyes piercing into her as though he could see straight through her lies.

The morning came in gray and unannounced, the way bad news always does. Serena had slept in fragments, an hour here, forty minutes there, her mind refusing to surrender to unconsciousness fully. The sketchbook sat on the table beside her, closed, but she was aware of it the way you're always aware of things you've revealed too much of yourself in. She was trying to decide whether to open it again when Godwin walked through the door. She recognized him from before, the kind of man who took up space without apology, broad-shouldered and careful-eyed. He'd visited twice already, always brief, always watching the door like he expected company. Damian's man. She'd never said it aloud, but she'd a

Their faith in such things was very strong. Pamela had always been very interested in the supernatural and had spent a lot of money on it. Journi knew about it too, but she kept thinking it was probably Pamela's interest. She did not expect that there was a huge secret behind her interest. Other than being genuinely surprised, she had no other comments about it. When Journi looked at Pamela again, there was pity in her eyes. If everything happened just as Harvey had claimed and Pamela would die when she hit forty years old, then she really was living on borrowed time.

It just kept racing like it knew something bad was coming. Because it was. Pam’s plan replayed in my head over and over. Timing. The guard shift. The lower gate. The crates. It sounded simple when she said it but It didn’t feel simple now. A soft knock came at the door and my entire body went still then the lock clicked. The door opened just enough for Pam to slip inside again, this time without the red coat. “It’s time,” she whispered. I stood up immediately. “Now?” She nodded. “Guard shift just started. We have maybe ten minutes before they settle in.”

A pawn with a notebook is in the wall. "What’s that?" Damien asks. I move so he could see… “Them again?” Damien asks between clenched teeth. I nod. Missy takes the notebook and opens it. “Well mother fucker… This isn’t good…” she says. "What? What did you find?" Damien asks picking up the pawn… "This stupid mother fucker wrote down the addresses of every house his cleaned, the names of people his killed a picture of Damien in here too..." she says angrily. My eyes widen. “What?” I move closer to see. The grey mask Damien wore when he was around eighteen.

"It's not that easy! I can't just go blam and take out Grocer Outlet. What would that even do? Kill some people? That won't kill their boss. That won't take out the darkness!" "So, you're just going to sit in here and read books?" "Yes, that's exactly what I'm going to do until I figure something else or you come up with a better plan." Liam growled and disappeared up the stairs. I slammed a book down on the table. I was feeling just as helpless as he was. I wanted to go in and fight, just like him. But the darkness was smart. It always had a plan, and if I didn't understand what it was up to, it would be a slaughter.

Sir you need to bring a prescription before we can dispense the two drugs she stated politely and I smiled at her. "Ohhh sorry my bad I don't know you don't dispense drugs like that but let me cut the story short am Damon Black I whispered into her ear and she gasped!." "I'm so sorry Mr Damon I don't know if it's was you perhaps may be because you're not always seen " "I quite understand that you're doing your job,'' just get me the drug I stated as she smiled widely at me. $50 dollars for the two drugs sir and I hand over $200 dollars to her, I need a syringe and needle she bring it's out once and waved me goodbye".

I exhaled a breath I didn't know I was holding. Where was Pam? I checked my pocket watch; she was already ten minutes late. Did someone find out about our arrangement? I waited, pacing back and forth, checking the shadows, and praying that Pam would show up soon. As I kept a lookout for anyone watching, I saw Pam step out of the slave quarters. She looked around cautiously, making sure no one was following her. When she saw me, she quickly walked over. Just then, the door creaked open and my attention immediately spiraled to the widening door. Pam step out of the slave quarters, looking around cautiously When she saw me, she quickly walked over.