Fade To Black Book Novels & Stories

His body slumps. Goes still. No. No, no, no. I can’t move. Can’t cry out. Nick. Nick is gone. My chest heaves, but I can’t breathe, can’t— Darkness creeps at the edges of my vision. I’m slipping. Fading. I barely register my own blood pooling beneath me before the world goes black.

Only silence. Fade to black.

We begin swaying to the music as we keep glancing at each other. I have found my happiness and piece of mind even after a lot of struggles. Looking into Gabriel's eyes, I just know it that this is just the beginning of something bigger. I am happy to announce that FADED is a paid story on goodnovel with over 3K views. It honestly means a lit to me as a young writer. I urge you to continue supporting me by reading my other works on my profile. I will be dropping the synopsis and cover in some time. There is still a lot to discover for Lyka and so, don't miss out on book two which I will perhaps be dropping next year.

I hoped to leave our story with the last bit of grace. However, he did not even give me that chance, so I did not want that dignity anymore. Besides, what dignity was there in a relationship already broken beyond repair, soaked in betrayal and lies? It was just my own self-deception. Zach stared at me, desperately searching my eyes for even the slightest emotion. Yet there was nothing left there he recognized. There was no love, no anger, no sadness, not even hatred. His hand dropped abruptly. The ring fell to the ground, and he did not even notice.

“Doubt keeps you alive.” He reached for a book from the nearest shelf and flipped it open. The pages were blank. “Do you know why my library has no dust?” I shook my head. “Because the books breathe,” he said. “They exhale what others forget.” He offered the book to me. The pages shifted—faint outlines forming, fading, forming again. Names, dates, a line of ink that moved like a pulse: Evelyn Blackthorne arrived under a waning moon. I slammed it shut. “You’re writing my story.”

All at once, everything goes black again. To a human, the blackout probably happens instantly and seamlessly but, to a virtual entity like myself, I feel the screen fade out rather like a distant star imploding and going supernova. There’s still a tiny ember in the darkness that doesn’t quite go away, like the tip of a candle, or the memory of the grief that pierced my imaginary heart moments ago and is now only beginning its bittersweet time to heal.

This life… still feels unreal. Ethan didn’t stop there. When they reached the counter, he didn’t step forward. He didn’t take the card. Instead—he let her handle it. “Use it,” he said simply from where he sat at the lounge, relaxed, composed, as if this was nothing. As if this was normal. Belle froze. The black card in her hand suddenly felt heavier than all the bags she carried combined. Her fingers tightened around it as she approached the counter, her steps hesitant. A thin sheen of sweat formed on her forehead despite the cool air inside the boutique.

Everything went white. Then black.

Then everything goes dark. **************************************************

The book slipped slightly in my hand. And everything went dark.