Gaslight Novels & Stories

The morning light barely touched the mansion when I woke up, my mind immediately flashed back to lastnight, I was still haunted by the figure in the rearview mirror from last night’s gala. My pulse refused to settle. The bright lights from sunrise reflected in my room making it shine gold.the room was cold from the aiconditioner but I still felt very hot, oblivious to the storm brewing within these walls.

"The Algorithm sent me alerts. It told me you were planning to cut me out of the inheritance, that you were meeting with Mother’s lawyers behind my back to ensure I was the one who took the fall when the market crashed." Pim felt the floor tilt beneath her. "It’s gaslighting you, Chalida. Don't you see? It’s feeding you the data it knows will maximize your aggression. It wants us fighting. It wants us to drain each other so we aren't standing when it finally executes the final command."

, She sighed before falling at loss of words. She couldn't say anything more and yet his evil eyes were now narrowed trailing her from head to toe. Right she knew it herself that she was stubborn and disobedient but at this time she couldn't make it, just his glare was making her tremble in response. It was unnerving it was like he was undressing her with his eyes.

Already they had a stock of rum and were mumbling old stories between themselves. It took them back. The simple pleasures that had eased the hardship of the sea and they could push away all thoughts of malicious presences even if they couldn't forget. They could never forget. As the smoke rose the mist copulated with it, forming unpleasant faces if they looked hard enough. Lloyd pulled his eyes away as he caught sight of one. A distorted skull, grinning at him. And however much he tried to convince himself otherwise, he knew it was watching him.

Am I going crazy then? “You’re not going crazy, Alice” Gabriel said, a deep chuckle erupting from him making the hair on my body stand on end. What is going on? “We are werewolves, Alice. We can read minds… it’s called Telepathy. Plus, I can easily read you from the expression on your face” Someone pour ice water on me. And why is the scent from Gabriel getting stronger and why am I feeling so attracted to him even though I just met him? Oh,no. He must have heard that too.

The room was dim and quiet, covered in the warm, amber glow from the antique lamp on Kaelyn’s nightstand. Moonlight slipped in through the cracked windowpane, casting soft silver lines across the wooden floorboards. Kaelyn sat on her bed, hugging her knees, her mind spinning in frantic circles that refused to stop. The silence was pressing, thick with an invisible tension that made the air harder to breathe. Somewhere in the depths of the mansion, the weight of Lila’s death still lingered like a ghost that refused to leave.

Every light in the room flared white-hot, and the device spoke, its voice cutting through the moment like a blade: > “I SEE YOU.” They broke apart instantly, both turning toward it. And just like that, the danger was real again. The words hung in the air like smoke—thick, suffocating, impossible to ignore. > "I SEE YOU." Mara froze. The motel room’s dim light seemed suddenly hostile, every shadow stretching into something with teeth. Reese stepped in front of her instinctively, the pistol up, eyes on the device. The small black cube on the dresser pulsed with an unnatural rhythm. Its glow shifted from soft white to deep crimson, bathing the peeling wallpaper in bloodlight.

It was a horrific sight because these were the wealthy guests who had been dancing just an hour ago, but now they were blinded by the neurotoxin gas and they were reaching out with bloody hands and screaming for help that nobody was going to give them. One man in a torn suit grabbed my dress and begged me to tell him where the exit was but his eyes were milky and vacant and I had to push him away because we didn't have any time to stop for strangers. "Just keep moving toward the shore and don't look at them, Alessia, because if we get caught in this crowd we’re never going to get to the water before the secondary explosions start," Lucien muttered as he leaned more of his weight on me and I

The air inside the luxury cabin of the Gulfstream jet was deadly, suffocating, and entirely thin. The bitter, acrid stench of liquid silver toxin radiating from the glass cylinder in Elder Corvin’s hand clashed violently with the explosive, volatile aura of wild jasmine and smoke pouring from Clara’s veins.

“You can’t just trap people like that! That’s ILLEGAL! There are… building codes!” The house hummed. Slow. Deliberate. Condescending. “Oh my God,” I groaned. “You’re doing this on purpose. You’re actually trapping me here like some Victorian chaperone because you don’t trust me to deal with my emotions.” The lights brightened. “Yes.” I threw my hands up. “Great. Amazing. Perfect. My house is gaslighting me.” A loud metallic buzz rattled the pipes. “I HEARD THAT!” I turned back to Lucien.