Gaslight Novels & Stories

The lights were already switched on in every building and pavement even though the sun was just setting and the curtains of the night were yet to fall entirely. A window exposed what was going on in one of the buildings in front of where he was standing. An old man with a large, protruding stomach whose face was fierce red and the veins on his neck thickening against his skin as if they'd close to popping. He angrily talked to a younger man who had his hair drooped, his face holding a glum expression. While puffing out a cloud of smoke from his cigar that felt heavy in his lungs, Adler concluded that the former seemed to be lecturing the younger person then brushed his eyes to the next open

Lucas went to Domus Malum and searched for his clients’ application. He knew his Father will come at the weak ones, just like what he did to Mrs. Hathaway, but he was also torn thinking that his Father might come at those evil-spirited and use them against him or to other people.

"Do you see." The Diner is still the same building. Square, flat, long glass windows. But now it glows with the same pale light as the moon. In fact the moon, the giant cold wolf moon, by some trick of the eye, seems to hover directly above it. The glass windows ripple like water.

Mena’ “Ugh” Why is it baking in here! Waking up from my sleep drenched in sweat. I try to kick the covers off,but can barely move because everything is sticking to me.Making my covers heavier in weight. I can’t even sit up It’s like I’m routed in place It has to be around 100 degrees right now.You would’ve thought It’s a furnace in our room how hot it is.Walls probably peeling get it together Mena starting to hyperventilate but after my panic subsided I try to gather what’s going on I don’t smell any smoke or see flames so it can’t be a fire so what’s happening right now

This would be a major relapse in her mental health. A Mental Asylum is where she would never go again. When she saw Angus staring at her, chills ran down her spine. He was up to no good and Avyanna could sense it. Avyanna soaked herself in her lavender body scrub, drinking directly from a bottle of champagne. She kept cucumbers in her eyes and delve into the soothing rhythm and vocals of the song Getting older by Billie Eilish. She had soaked in the bathtub for almost forty-five minutes. The time was 12: 45. Lala kept bothering her telling her that Elektra was at the window, and she asked her to bring Elektra up to the room.

“Yes, you were wrong about that. But you were right about everything else.” “How can you be sure?” she asked. “I know her style,” I replied. “She’s trying to gaslight you, Cassandra. It’s a high-level manipulative tactic. She’s trying to make you think you’re going crazy when you’re not.” “I know what gaslighting is,” Cassandra sighed. “But I don’t know. When I say all these things out loud, they DO sound crazy.”

,Aunty Laura said. Just then the window to our house was broken with tear gases. "Get down",aunty may said.

When I think back to it, the words I said back then just make the sting of being wrong even sharper today. I pulled up to Thomas's big house pretty quickly, and the butler and a bunch of servants were already waiting by the door. They looked really surprised when I got out of the car. "Ms. Canfield, we're here to carry your bags. Where are they?" they asked. I just said, "They're all gone. Burned to crisp." Then I looked straight into Thomas's deep, dark eyes. He smirked a little and said with an icy laugh, "You were so sure Eric would never do anything wrong. What do you have to say now?"

A gasp tore through my throat like a poisoned arrow and I shot to my feet, blinking away the nightmare that played behind my lids only seconds ago. “So real, how could it feel so real?” I wheezed, scrambling out the bed and heaving over the porcelain bowl of the washroom sink just before my guts heaved up even more of my poisoned blood. “Goddess and seven hells, Laziel. You have finally gone mad.” I chuckled bitterly, glaring at my reflection in the dirty mirror. “Side effects of The Darkness include fever dreams, wolf maladies, hallucinations…delirium,” I muttered, recalling the words from the scribe’s handbook after the first plague of the darkness hit all those years ago.

He had her pinned in seconds. Knife to her throat. “I’m not yours,” he growled. “And I’m not broken.” She smiled. “Then why do you look just like me?” His grip faltered. Just a second. But it was enough. She pressed a hidden switch on the wall. Gas hissed again. Noa froze. “No…” Sabine’s voice purred. “Let’s see if you’re still mine after all.” The gas flooded the room green, glowing, familiar. And then