Dawn Book Novels & Stories

I woke up to the feeling of being watched. The room was still dark, only the faint blue glow of pre-dawn slipping through the curtains. Damian was propped on one elbow, eyes roaming over my naked body like he was memorizing every inch he’d already claimed. His cock was already hard again, thick and heavy against my hip, leaking at the tip. He didn’t say good morning. He simply rolled me onto my stomach, nudged my thighs apart with his knee, and dragged two thick fingers through the sticky mess he’d left between my legs last night.

It was the best. Zelda walked over to the window, before she propped the curtains aside gently, the gentle breeze of New York city greeted her, she enjoyed the warmth, and rubbed her cheeks. She stared at the huge living room that consisted of a rack of books, the huge couch that lined from the center of the room down to the end of the room. It was glorious, and for this first time in her life, Zelda was living this kind of life. She didn't know what to say, how to feel, but she knew it was something better.

The glare directed to me after those words are enough to communicate the words he isn't able to say. "And if you think killing me will get you, Dawn, then, by all means, I dare you to do it. She's stronger now. Braver, and ready to admit to her mistakes. She's smarter, and she's learnt to not make harsh, and reckless decisions based on her emotions. So even if you kill me, Dawn will not be running to you like you think she would. "

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Ava's POV The first thing I felt was weight. Not the kind that pressed on my chest from nightmares, but a heavy stillness that seemed to stretch through my bones and muscles, like I had been asleep for years. My eyelids fought against the faint stream of sunlight filtering in through the curtains, but when I finally managed to open them, the room swam into focus. I was in my bed. My room. The familiar carved headboard above me, the heavy quilt drawn to my waist, the scent of lavender candles long burned out. My breath came shallow, weak, as if I had only just clawed my way back from drowning.

What was wrong with being content in Wall Street? - Soon, they were in Frankton Tower, and they entered Frank's office to find Dawn seated meditatively as she hovered in the air. With the mist swirling around her, she really looked like some sagely being, and with her beauty, one might take her for a goddess descending from above! Jada scurried toward Frank, whispering, "How did it go, Mr. Frankton?" "Smoothly, I guess!" Frank replied and pointed at Dawn. "What's gotten into her?"

Meredith walked the length and breadth of the garden, unable to believe her eyes. - It's beautiful, isn't it?- Damon asked, coming out from behind the trees. - Yes, really beautiful. Do you know whose job it is?- Meredith asked him, still staring at everything incredulously. - Certainly not mine.- Damon laughed slightly at that.- It was Selene, I saw her doing it with my own eyes. She leaned out the window and stretched her arms out in front, and then the plants began to grow very rapidly till morning. It wasn't until five o'clock that everything was over and she fell asleep.- he explained.

Hence this beach has lost its popularity, and now it merely serves as a fishing port anymore. Coming here in hopes of seeing the vaquita wasn't the main reason why I always come to this place. The truth is that whenever I'm here, I feel like I am the only alive person in the entire world. It feels like I'm in an apocalyptic setting, where monsters dominate every inch of the planet, and I am the protagonist whom the author wants to keep alive until the end of the story. Thinking that way, as I look at the dark ocean beyond me, makes me feel like I'm important in the midst of chaos. From that illusion, I could feel a sense of worth, contrary to what reality gives me. For, in reality, I was jus

The morning dawned gray and cold, the sun struggling to break through the thick blanket of clouds hanging over the mountains. Wind howled against the cabin walls, rattling the windows in their frames and sending occasional gusts of snow across the glass. The storm had returned during the night, covering the landscape in a fresh layer of white. Chloe woke slowly. For several seconds, she didn't remember where she was. Then everything came rushing back. The warehouse. The fire. Arthur. Sloane.

not move. She simply sat, her eyes fixed on the horizon. Wolves approached her cautiously, offering food, warmth, words. She did not respond. I sat beside her on the third day. "You are not alone," I said. "I feel alone." "That is the wound talking. It is not the truth." "Then what is the truth?" I took her paw. "The truth is that you are here. You are present. You are alive. The rest is just noise." --- On the fifth day, the cold returned. Not from Dawn—from the sky. A storm of ice and shadow, descending on Silver Creek. The followers had found a new power. Not the void—something else. Something darker. Dawn stood. "I know this storm. It is not from the void. It is from the place before th