Dark Places Novel Summary Novels & Stories

The house began to feel less like a temporary arrangement and more like a strange, temporary home. By the fourth week the quiet had become familiar. That night the last of the staff had already retired. The main lights were off; only the low under-cabinet lights in the kitchen glowed faintly. I came downstairs barefoot for a glass of water, the hem of my nightie brushing my thighs. The house was silent except for the soft hum of the refrigerator. I filled the glass at the sink and was just lifting it to my lips when a voice came from the darkness behind me—low, rough, unmistakable. “Bend over the sink. Open those pretty legs. I’m sure my baby mama missed my cock.”

It was dark when Georgia was brought in through the service entrance, the car’s headlights cut before it reached the driveway. A blanket was pulled over her head. Her body still ached from the hospital. Not the physical pain—that was manageable—but the kind of exhaustion that came from surviving too much for too long. Inside the mansion, the air smelled the same. A maid reached for her arm. Georgia shook her head. “I can walk.” And she did, slowly, steadily, each step echoing in the hallway. Mr. Black was waiting in the study.

Alexander fell through darkness with Caleb’s roar still ringing above him. Cold air rushed past his face. His hands clawed at nothing. For one wild moment, he saw the yard above, the torn snow, the moving trees, and Caleb reaching for him with blood running down his arm. Then the ground closed over him like a mouth, and the world above vanished. He hit stone hard. Pain burst through his side, and breath left him in a gasp. For a few seconds, he could only lie there, curled on the cold floor, listening to his own heartbeat. The darkness around him was not empty. It breathed. It waited.

He grinned, wiping a smudge of dust that had managed to stick to the side of his shirt, "What kind of book are you looking for today?" I smiled at him, fighting back the tears that wanted to fall. I remember the day I'd discovered here like it was yesterday. A bunch of kids had kept accusing me of dyeing my hair and telling me how ugly I was with red. Not like I thought they were lying but it just made me so sad to think they saw it too. I always thought I was invisible, having to live in fear at Uncle's place and moving away. This was my new start and a different path. I'd agreed to go down this path because then, I'd be more capable to catch my parents murderers, to know more about happen

It is now just a matter of time as we watch the twilight for clues, and we watch and wait for the inevitable. Jimmy reached back feeling for the bottom step and slowly sat down, although it felt like he was falling backward. He held onto the book as though he had just discovered a great treasure. "Damn," he mumbled as he stared at the words. He blew out a breath he had been holding and still couldn't move from the steps, but the words on the pages began to open doors in his mind.

“Wrap up and keep warm. I wouldn’t want you to die on me, because I always keep my word. Have a nice nap, Eliza.” Clurife walked over to the light and extinguished it, plunging the room into an inescapable darkness. As he opened the door and closed it after himself with a slam, visions of demons and other horrible, winged creatures danced across her eyes. She was vaguely aware of her body acting of its own accord, wrapping up in the blanket, seeking warmth. But vivid colors flashed before her eyes, staining the backs of her eyelids. She flinched this way and that, visions of terror and death plaguing her. As the initial stimulant finally wore off, her body succumbed to dreams that were as te

I don't usually put content alerts but I thought it would be a good idea to include one here. This chapter may contain triggering content! There is abuse and hintings of rape. Please read at your own discretion. • • • The air was wonderful against my face. We were seated on the roof of an abandoned building with the magnificent skyline before us. Tonight had been a bust. Sure I'd been able to make enough to pay off the rent but I could still feel the strong fingers clutching my arm like a vice.

Nisha. I remain silent in the darkness of the room, it's been hours since Griffin left here, no one has come back in, I stopped crying a long time ago, there's no point in doing it, I need to find out what he wants from me. However at that moment I remember Dark's words, "he set his eyes on you, there is no way or way you won't end up in his clutches... when a mobster wants something he doesn't stop until he gets it" his eyes on me, he wants say you like it? But what need does he have to kidnap me, who doesn't know how to ask for things like a normal person? I sigh at how ridiculous my thought sounds, it's a mobster who says they're normal.

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

The mare had no training for what he was about to ask of her and he prayed for help from above while he fought back panic and he buried his face in her strong neck. The mare impatiently worked the ground and tossed her head, as if to say, ‘get on with it’. Dennis took a deep breath and slowly felt his way down into the depths of the well. The jagged edges made an easy grip for him as he inched his way deeper into the bowels of black. It was dark, foul smelling, and full of decay. A soft warm breeze floated past him, carrying with it the sweet scent of honeysuckle. The refreshing difference provided a boost of energy and optimism as he preceded downward, calling for Tara as he did.