Gone By Dawn Novels & Stories

Something dark uncoiled in my chest. “Yes,” I whispered. Adrian nodded. Like I’d just approved a merger. “Good.” He turned the wheel. Pulled into a brightly lit lot. I squinted through the windshield. It was a neon cross. A chapel. “Why are we here?” He parked. Turned to me. His eyes locked on me.“Because,” he said evenly, “there’s no cleaner revenge than replacing him by sunrise.” I smiled, even though I didn't clearly understand him.He stepped out of the car. My drunk brain made a catastrophic executive decision.I followed him. The next hour dissolved into strobe lights and fragmented reality.

The sun had already set by the time I finished work. Jaime always called this place a remote village. Every minute here felt like torture to her. I thought she would not be able to stand it and would leave. To my surprise, she waited outside my office door. When she saw me, she stood up at once and hurried to my side. “Joseph, you still haven’t told me what happened. Did your mother really die?” I stopped walking and looked at her. A cold laugh escaped me. “My mother died. Isn’t that what you wanted? Your mother’s so‑called killer finally paid the price. Are you satisfied now?”

And fuck it, he couldn't believe she was so skillful in fight. **** It was finally Dawn. The sunset Leave the moon and went back to it's normal position as e everywhere became darker. It was (10: 12 PM) Beatrice set out to sleep she suddenly heard the sound of things breaking in. Her heart had almost stop breathing when she felt footsteps approaching in. ***** T b c

"Morsen." Paige straightened her back and nodded subtly. "Sir." "I was expecting you'd be here earlier than what I told you. I wasn't wrong to think that those people will start sniffing on our grounds soon. You're lucky the news hasn't reached the bigger sharks in that industry. Otherwise, we'd be on a total disaster," Dominican sounded reprimanding Paige for being late but his calm tone betrayed himself.

“And who were these people that commissioned it?” “They called themselves The Order of the Bright Dawn. Operated out of New York City. Long gone after the crash of 1929. Most of them cannibalized each other during the Great Depression. The leader was a Limo Brightson, made a fortune in linseed oil. Lived well until he spontaneously combusted on the same day Pearl Harbor was attacked. Don’t know why, so don’t ask.” “So, if they’re all dead, who is producing them now?” “No one. It’s a relic from an old time.”

Dawn grumbled after she finished setting the table with food. She had dinner with her mom and Mina. Afterward, she walked around the neighborhood to let off some steam. She tried to call Mia, but her friend was on vacation with her family and wasn’t answering. As for Frank? He had been hooking up with a guy from the A&S Raptors and had been distracted ever since. Dawn decided to call Charlie, and once her friend picked up, she said, “Charlie, I need a friend right now.” ***

Chapter Sixty-Two: Dawn The Dawn was quiet. For the first time in weeks, the sky was clear, pale gold light touching the snow, washing the bloodstained ground in a fragile promise of warmth. Shadowstorm moved through the aftermath with quiet reverence, warriors carrying the bodies of the fallen to the pyre built beyond the treeline, where the snow had been cleared for the farewell. Raven stood before the fire, Shadow and nightfire calm beneath her skin, wrapping her in a quiet strength.

“How long have I been out?” “Two whole days.” Tabitha said in an exaggerated tone, “I have not left your side for even a second, just for the moment you’d wake up. If you didn’t wake up by day three, I would have to break the news to your parents.” Despite her light tone, Koben could tell that she might be telling the truth from her dark circles. She had stayed by his side for two days straight. Feeling oddly satisfied, Koben joked cheekily, “If my parents found out that I went on a trip with you and came back in a coma, they would never let you off the hook. You’d have to take care of me for the rest of our lives.”

Gone? How so soon?? Who is behind this?? Darius!

Giovanni silently held a glass of water to my lips. "Rebecca, why can't you just behave?" He sighed and frowned at me the way a parent might look at a stubborn child. "How long has it been?" I asked in a hoarse voice. "Three days," he answered, his voice heavy with exhaustion. I did the math in my head. There was just one more day until Angelo would be here. Relief loosened every last thread of tension in my body, and my vision went black.