Dusk Until Dawn 2 Novels & Stories

Aurora had calmed down. She turned toward the bed. Damon did not look at Gia from the beginning. He walked towards Dawn, grabbed one of his legs and dragged him out to the next room. ********* Dawn was beaten to almost death. What was once a handsome face was no longer reconstructed and no longer recognizable. There were also purplish bruises all over his body. But he was still a bit conscious. After seeing Damon, obvious fear flashed in his eyes.

The sky is colored in the shades of red, violet, and black, the sun is telling its goodbye for the day, and their room slowly turning dark. In that dozy evening, Rathi was standing before the mirror and examining her scar. It's still black in color but the pain is nowhere. The oil that Aadhiyan gave has really worked and she applies it gently on her rough-hard skin. Rathi felt like it's someone's else skin as it's so odd to touch it.

With eyes fluttering close, Eric snaked his free hand up to gently cup her face in his hands and his lips captured hers in a hot kiss. BOOM! Several fireworks flew into the sky at that moment further beautifying the scene. From afar they looked like a couple in a beautiful painting. ***** Back at the forest, Dawn and Nick did some more training on her shooting and within the hour she was already good at it. They were supposed to have a duel with the sword but looking at how far time had gone, Dawn decided to practice more with the three arrow shot. By the time they were done, it was already evening and the sun had long since set as darkness began to loom in its wake in the sky. She got her t

00 am, two women appeared in the corridor. Although the image was blurry, Duke recognized them as Adina and Dew. Adina was clearly drunk. Dew supported her while they walked into the corridor, and they soon stopped in front of a room. The room door opened, and Dew supported Adina inside. The video abruptly stopped at this point. Duke narrowed his eyes before he gave Trent another call. Trent’s voice was filled with laziness. “What is it this time?” “The surveillance stops at 2.00 am. What about the footage after that?”

Outside, the city lights flickered once—then steadied, burning brighter than before. And somewhere in the darkness, a man named Marcus Blackwell smiled as he read the message on his phone: “Plan confirmed. Phase Two begins at dawn.”

Finally, I climbed onto the bed, seeking refuge in sleep, hoping to escape the lingering sting of his words. The morning light filtered through the window, painting the cabin in a warm glow. I stretched, the remnants of sleep clinging to me. I glanced out the window, a smile tugging at the corner of my lips as I watched the birds soaring through the clear blue sky. I looked at the clock, surprised to find it was already six in the morning. I reached for the pillow, still warm from Dawzon's presence, and inhaled deeply, savoring the lingering scent of his cologne.

“After that, everyone laughed at me and said I was just too tired—sleepwalking and showering without realizing it.” “I believed that explanation too… until the second night.” Everyone leaned in, ears perked up, eyes locked on him, breathing tense. Dwyn lowered his voice dramatically, playing it up. “The second night, I was shooting late again. Around three or four in the morning, I went back to my room and lay down. Not long after—that sound came back.” “This time, I didn’t keep sleeping. I sat straight up and scanned the entire room with my eyes wide open.” “But I saw nothing.”

I fade away and keep grinning. “I’m just impressed I didn’t piss all over myself.” I crack up again. “I didn’t even splash my shoes either.” Dawn shakes her head. “I’m proud of myself.” “I’m proud of you too.” Dawn shakes her head and smirks as we settle into silence. We cross the Florida border into Georgia as the sun flees west. Everything looks the same except for one thing: the sexual tension between Dawn and me. Damn.

What he said did happen! They thought it would eventually leave, but the energy got nearer and nearer so they both took an attacking stance againts the darkness. Dior pushed Farran behind him and slowly opened the door. Darkness has engulfed the hallway, but Dior has good night vision. Holding his wife's wrist, they tackled the lonely and dark hallway. Each clack of their shoe against the floor echoed across the hallways, and both of them didn't bother hiding it. Since the undead eyeing them arrogantly released its energy, then Dior and Farrah doesn't have to hold back.

* Yesterday proved to be quite a success after we overcame the uncomfortable silent, courtesy of Jack, everything went well. After all the families left except Ethan's parents who lived quite far and with a lot of encouragement from my mom, eventually spent the night at our house. The spent half of the night catching up than sleeping through. I woke up again this morning and the handsome idiot was in my bed again, this time he didn't have his arm wrapped around me but my head was rested on his arm, that must have been uncomfortable.