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The edges ragged and jagged tears bit into the words. Lloyd peered close, the rips making it a bit harder to read, as well as the uneven script, written by a hand that had been shaking. The sun is bright. But all around us is darkness. I could have all the gold in the world. The hidden locations are wide open. But the cost is crippling. I had much of it tossed over the side. The weeds can conceal it and the drowned men can have use of it. The beast knows I came close to finding some way out. And the consequence was worse. Their souls, my own and the blood of children. It won't be sated until a hundred or maybe more have been slaughtered.

"Do you know what I was thinking when I made the plan? I thought I could kill them, but... I also thought it was too easy; I want to make it harder for them little by little until they can't get up again; I want to see how they suffer, how they live in hell, and how they can live in darkness." Sheena chuckled and shook her head. "I've spent my entire life living in darkness; there's no light, and no one can help, so I promised myself that one day I'd come out of the darkness, and my wish has come true." Sheena sipped her drink and smiled. "In her last letter, Mother Esme told me to seek the light of hope, and that's you." She looked at Gaze, who was just listening to her. "You are my light,

I just bottled up what happened and kept it moving Tory was the only one I talked to and vice versa that made us become closer I really feel like she’s my brother mate and scared to find out I plan on getting them around each other to find out but Tory doesn’t let much slip past her other then the dreams and my behavior lately no one even noticed anything was wrong but inside I was dying in darkness stuck in my own mind not knowing what to do afterwards I didn’t want to get in trouble for leaving pack lands My father would never let me leave his site again if he found out I felt as if I was spiraling out of control trying to keep it to myself but now I see the light A Red Burning light and a

Clearly, they hadn’t been given a restroom, but if the full bucket in the corner was any indication, at least they weren’t sitting in it. He counted five girls, two of the prisoners were curled up in a ball against the brick walls, their knees touching each other, and they picked up their heads to examine their visitors. It was heartbreaking to see that they didn’t bother to get up after Matthew’s flashlight moved over them. The defeat was evident on their face, and he felt his stomach roll. He was determined to get them all out tonight, but how many of them would survive life on the outside? “Get me out of here!” One of the girls shouted, grabbing the bars with one hand while trying to reac

They stood there, consoling us, trying to be nice, but I knew they were not. I tried to move toward Atticus, but my legs felt like they were sinking in the water. The floor under my feet, stretching farther and farther, like the hallway was trying to swallow the distance between us. My heart was pounding. I still couldn't understand what was happening. He finally turned, my eyes meeting his again. His eyes weren’t the same ones I remembered—not fully. They flickered with adulthood, glooms, something older. Like all the spark he once had was dead.

But as he moved closer, his unbelieving eyes discerned an adolescent boy’s gray profile, features shrouded by darkness, and printed across the bottom was: Gavin Patchett. One of the story’s main protagonists, Michael Lockenstein, was an autistic savant whose prophetic visions had become entangled in a serial murder case. Hence the book’s title—Shades of Darkness—because it described the different shades of darkness the boy had endured his entire life. His first novel.

"Please, spare my life! I beg you!" The man’s voice trembled as he fought against the chains binding him to the chair. Sweat ran down his face, mixing with tears. His heart pounded hard in his chest, but the chair didn't move and the chains only tightened. "Shut it, you worthless piece of trash!" Natzy’s voice echoed through the cold basement, sharp and dripping with hatred. The basement was dark, and the only light inside came from a torch burning in the corner. Its flames flickered across the walls, stretching her shadow in every direction. And beneath the fire, a blade glowed faintly.

Finally, I turned off the TV and tossed the remote on my mother's bed. As I lied down there, staring at the white ceiling, thousands of thoughts flashed through my head: first about my dad who died at the hand of a demon when I was six; then a sister 50 years older, whom I did not even meet, because a few years before my birth she ran away with the demon she fell in love with, which made her banned not only from the family but also the whole community in general; then I started to think of Johnathan - my beloved Johnathan. I remembered his gentle kisses, his touch on my skin... I plunged into dreams and almost felt him lying down next to me, but I knew it was only an illusion. Opening my eye

Aiden’s POV I woke up feeling so sore and broken that I did not want to move at all. My body hurt everywhere especially down there. It burned and ached like something was still wrong inside me. The room was completely dark. Pitch black. I could not even see the walls. At first I just lay there scared to make a sound. Then I remembered everything and my chest got tight. I had slept the whole day. It was evening again and I was all alone.

Diesel is a thief, a killer, and a monster in a hoodie—but he might be the only thing standing between Daisy and the men who want to break her. In a world where every debt is paid in blood, Daisy is about to learn that some bonds are more dangerous than any debt. Can she survive the man who rescued her, or will Diesel be the one to finally finish what her father started? DAISY POV Location: 4022 West Side Alley—The Club Joint