Dark Room Novel Novels & Stories

We step in and instinctively, I look around to find a light switch. “Don’t bother, the lights don’t work,” Rankar mutters, so the darkness remains. I do not trust the dark, without my Daphne, I am robbed of my senses but I keep my cool and try to adjust my eyes to the gloomy darkness. The illumination through the open window allows little light into the room and a draft pouring in from outside sends a chill through me. I feel death in this room. Forcing my eyes to reopen, I note the outlines of a bed, a high wardrobe and a simple vanity table. Wordlessly, Rankar’s guard brings in some candles and soon, the room is lit up.

“What?” I show them the phone. Damian swears under his breath. “He’s dead.” “Yes,” I say slowly. “But someone else just picked up the pen.” The lights flicker again. And this time, they don’t come back on. Chapter 37 POV: Lydia Hart Darkness has weight. It presses in on the room, thick and deliberate, as if the power outage is not a failure but a decision. The hum of the city outside is muted, distant, like London itself has stepped back to watch what happens next.

Together I woke up with a heavy feeling. It’s like there’s a heavy rock on top of me. And i felt like something is liking my face. I forcely opened my eyes and a light from the window hit my eyes. The thing who's liking my face is a fucking dog. I hate dogs the most! I wanted to pushed away the dog from me but my body is jailed by a demon. The Demon is named Seymour Rios Evans, sleeping peacefully beside me while his arms are hugging my waist and chest tightly.

She reopened the door and sauntered cautiously into the somber and dark ambiance of the gray and black-themed bedroom. It was cold, bleak, and dark inside. So quiet, Keira felt cold chills as the darkness engulfed her. It was the most piercing darkness ever and it wasn't just the darkness that was the absence of luminous light, however, this was the sinister and mysterious type of darkness and it matches perfectly, the personality of the person that'd directed her there. Keira dug her hand into her jean pocket and fished out her cell phone and she turned on the torchlight.

He stands there for a second with his hand still on the car door, staring at the entrance. Then he lets go, closes the door and walks toward the building where his mother is dying. ***** Jeremy pulls open the heavy glass door and we step inside. The hospital smells like disinfectant and bleach and something else underneath it, something stale and sad that makes my stomach turn. The lights overhead are too bright, fluorescent and harsh, and there’s a nurse behind the desk who looks up when we walk in. Jamel’s already moving toward her. “Catherine Baker. Room 114.”

“So the guy’s getting anonymous links to an underground darknet site.” “By guy you mean DC Harlow, right? The detective whose wife and child were burned alive.” “That’s right.” “Very Derek Raymond.” “What?” “The protagonist I mean, like the unnamed police officer who narrates all of Raymond’s Factory novels.” “Oh yeah, yes, that’s it exactly.”

With two claps of my hands, the lights went off and I languidly slipped under the covers and searched for the e-book version of the steamiest romance novel my mind has ever had to process. I often sought solace in the comforting umbra of these silent walls. I discovered at a very tender age that the dark is your companion when you do not want to be haunted by knowing. I did not want to know the truth, or what I feared to be the truth, so I ran into the welcoming arms of darkness and explicitly narrated sexual endeavours between a young woman and an older man who both know what kind of service their bodies need. As I scrolled through the page and allowed my imagination to take care of the res

VENDETTA ( Love of Darkness or Night) Written by: Authoress Ricky Genres: Action , Erotica , Drama TWENTY-ONE VENDETTA When I confirmed the girls are all wasted I sneaked out of the room and I made sure I watch my step because the light was out and that means everyone is asleep. I switch on my phone torch light and dim it a little to avoid attraction. I found the elevator soon and walk in. I let out my breathe immediately I walk and the door shut and click on number five.

She shrieked in horror, looking around the darkroom, as her eyes adjusted completely to the darkness. Rachel P. O. V. I looked around and noticed that the walls were pitch black and huge black curtains stopped every light from outside. The dark silhouettes of the furniture that were lying around in the room could be seen, though I couldn't make out the details. The theme of this room seemed to be black, with only the ceiling being a creamy white. “Finally, you're awake, little human.”

Then, with purpose, I tossed it into the trash can. The sharp, hollow clink of metal hitting the bottom echoed through the quiet night. The wind brushed against me, its chill settling over my skin. I looked out over the night view, where even the dimmest stars held a faint trace of light. Then, I turned and stepped back inside, closing the door behind me. In that moment, I felt a stillness I had never known. Everything in the past had finally fallen with the stars into endless darkness. And ahead of me, there lay countless possibilities that I could explore one by one.