Darkest Hours Novels & Stories

His deliberate cruelty appalled her. “My father wasn’t greedy... He was desperate!” “I’m willing to meet you tonight. I’m staying at the Northern Star. I’m sure I don’t need to tell you which suite I’ll be occupying. Eight,” he specified. “I will wait one minute past the hour, no more. If you’re not there, there’ll be no second chance, chérie.” Aghast at the site he had specified and absolutely enraged by his instinctive sadism, Lara gasped.

The peaceful eerie silence is spread in the whole surrounding. Darkness hide the rays of light within. How much bright you are but the darkness cover you one day , engulf you whole, snatch the soul full of hope and just like a peaceful night you sleep for forever. A loud radio is ON in the silent building telling horror tales . The girls shiver down but a taste of death seems exciting unless you met with it. The road is complete empty no single soul is outside as it is 3am in the morning. . The cursed hour . It's a saying devil have their power at it's peak in this hour. Unaware of this three girls are sleeping in a room snoring lightly.

She needed to finish her studies and then she would open her own fashion line in Canada and right after that, she would take her father with her also. These were her plans, Plans for the future but her fate had different plans for her future which would take 360° in her life, leaving her nowhere to stand, in Complete darkness. In Her DARK World, she would be all alone. Without her husband, without her studies, without her father, without any hope, without any feelings, without any light. Only Pain, tears, Betrayal, and vengeance. End Of Flashback:- The prison's van stopped outside of the court with a screech and her body stumbled.

Now that I know his deepest, darkest secret, I'm sure he wouldn't think twice to end me just so he could keep it for the rest of his life. Aargh! I groaned loudly, feeling frustrated at how I am still horny despite thinking about my own death in his hands. I saw him look at me through my peripheral vision but I didn't bother to glance back. To say I am embarrassed was an understatement. I'm pathetic!

Arya was clad in a floral mini skirt coupled with a crop top while Ronald slayed his shorts and beach shirt with the first two buttons undone like a pop model. The cinema was already dark as they entered, an usher waiting to guide them with a torch. Arya looked around and saw a mass of heads, They were led to a set of empty seats up the back in the left wing and in the dead centre of the row, A wild joy spread out in Arya's heart realizing they would be alone in the dark space for as long as the movie lasts and she couldn't be grateful enough to the nature of luck, it was her last moment with Ronald and the last thing she wanted was intrusions.

Or would the news merely deepen her despair, further estranging her from the world above? I pictured the moment vividly—the hesitant footsteps, the dimly lit chamber, and the cautious expression on her face as I approached her. The revelation would be a double-edged sword, cutting through the darkness of her confinement with a glimmer of hope but also forcing her to confront the reality she had been fleeing.

“It's not like that. It's not something you can get rid of. It's part of me; it's my other half. It's who and what I am. Don’t you see, I am the darkness! To get rid of it would be to get rid of me. I'm no good for you. I will only cause you pain and suffering. I am the darkness! I'm the monster everyone's afraid of. I'm the beast in the dark that children have nightmares of. I am the evil from the depths of hell and will only snuff out your light, little angel. You and I can never be together!” He said with a deep and rough voice. Smoke seeped from his body again, and a dark aura rose from his body like a shadow looming over her.

The afternoon sunlight slanted through the blinds, painting the safehouse in muted golds and warm shadows. I sat at the small dining table, finishing the last sips of my coffee, my mind running through the schedule for the evening. Dante had already left for his after-school program, Dahlia and Delaney off with their piano lessons, and the house was quiet once again. It was a luxury I allowed myself rarely—silence—but it was never truly mine. Atlas was still out there somewhere, and I knew the threads of the past could snap back into my life without warning.

"We're done here in two months no matter what. Waging a war on a Partner sounds like something out of a legal drama." "Maybe it's a little overboard," she smirked. "But if we do find something..." "OK, yeah. If it falls in our lap, we'll obviously use it," you said. "But can we at least consider that the nuclear option?" Gemma nodded, finished loading the grinds into the coffee maker and turned it on. "You know," she said, turning and leaning back against the counter. "It's less than two hours to the end of the day. Are you ready for our big night?"

Ernest said. "January or February," Don said. "The darkest month or the one after. I want to experience the dark properly, not at its edges." He looked at the book. "The book says that the people of northern Norway have a word for the quality of light in the winter dark. It translates roughly to 'the blue hour' but that is not accurate. The quality is specific to the winter, to the snow reflecting what little light there is, to the particular angle of the sun when it is below the horizon but not far below." He looked at Ernest. "I want to see that. Not read about it. See it."