Eighty Six Light Novels & Stories

The Starlight members consist of professional members who have been rigorously trained. It was seen that the only girl who became a member of Starlight was only Lux Charlisa. Although, she is a girl. However, people respected her and greatly admired her. She is a strong and intelligent girl, unlike other girls. Lux had always managed to complete her missions successfully, without failure. Therefore, it was no wonder she served as the vice-leader of her team, Blue Starlight. After a few hours later... At 18:30 Lux, Azura, Noah, and Zack were gathered together in a place that was quiet and dark. The Blue Starlight team had already got a different mission from the other teams. They were already

Eric believed her without a doubt, and the next second, he took out a lighter and tossed it onto my pile of stuff. The flames roared to life in an instant. "Yvonne has a point, if you're going to leave, then leave everything behind!" As the fire devoured each item, my heart crumbled into pieces. 'Eric, our decade of love is now just ashes,' I thought. I climbed into the car by myself, gazing at the house I had called home for so many years as it slowly disappeared from view. I quickly pulled out my phone and dialed a number. "Mr. Lloyd, I'd like to work for your company."

Now I'm waiting for the count to begin. One emperor, one light. After ten minutes of silence, the light turned on. Please assist me with counting. The first five white lights flashed, then three yellowish lights flashed, one dim light flashed, and finally, one red light flashed. Thank you very much. Thank you to my grandfathers who have voted; eleven of you have done so. Those who believe we should take the saw route, please show yourself as your light has shown. Five red lights appeared first, followed by two yellowish lights, and finally one faint light.

For five years, I had stood by my girlfriend as she worked her way from a tiny street stall to a successful chain of stores. Three times, I waited for her to finally give me a home. The first time, she bought a one-bedroom apartment. I packed my bags, ready to move in, only for her to hand the keys to her childhood friend, who had just gone through a divorce. "He's raising his daughter on his own. It isn't safe for them to live somewhere else," she told me. "Just stay with me in the basement for a few more months." The second time, she bought a two-bedroom apartment. I had already bought new sheets and gotten everything ready. Then, by some twist of fate, her childhood friend's apartmen

There was a dragon tattooed down his whole back. Looked so lifelike. I was half expecting it to start moving. My eyes trailed further down to his lower back, where the letters S.I.X were inscribed. So wait six isn't actually a number, but an acronym? He turned slightly, enough for me to get a view of his front, but not for him to see me standing there.

I swiftly, icily replied, "I can handle myself, Mr. Porter. You should save your concern for yourself." A dark cloud passed through his eyes before he grabbed my arm, his grip so tight that it felt like my bones might snap. "Joanna, you can ask me for one favor–as long as it doesn't hurt Rebecca. I owe you that much." I looked down, thinking to myself, 'Yeah, you owe me big time, from a whole other life.' Right then, Rebecca strolled up, all smiles, hooking her arm through Calvin's. "Calvin, Jo, what's all the serious talk about?"

[Help me draft a press release for his international exhibition—let’s attract some investors! Her response was instantaneous: [OMG. Maxwell Zane? The devastatingly talented Valmont-Azura painter? He absolutely crushes Henry! You two collaborating will redefine contemporary art!]

It could have been a trick of the light or something. "Say something, Luna!" Little tears dropped from his eyes, his beautiful eyes but I couldn't see past the hate. Something was wrong but I was too drowsy to think clearly or offer my mate a reply. At last, I was pulled into darkness and the sounds around me slowly waned. The last thing I heard was Asher calling me the pet name he gave to me. Deliciae.

"I have been in places where they broke." "Where?" "Not relevant." He leaned forward, forearms on his knees. His left hand lay open between us, the long white scar pale against his tanned skin. I stared at it, then forced my eyes away. "Three hundred liters," I said. "And you throw in a fuel hose and fittings." "Four hundred. Hose included. Fittings extra." "Three-fifty. Fittings included." "Three seventy-five." "Done." I had meant to hold out. The answer came out of me before I decided it, because the number was right and the bargain was good and something inside me had relaxed. Kael nodded once, as if it were nothing.

“What are you doing?” “Dividing what the Source wants.” The First Keeper's eyes widened. “You can't.” “I can.” The silver light entered each child. Choice. Memory. Blood. Promise. Origin. Echo. The pieces separated. But then something unexpected happened. A seventh light appeared. And then an eighth. Everyone in the nursery froze. Seraphine whispered: “There are eight.” Her mother looked horrified. “What?” The First Keeper stared at the lights. “One was never supposed to exist.” Celine's heart raced.