روايات وقصص ضمن House Of Night Novellas

She had already sprinted past the turnoff for her apartment building; leading these unknown killers to her safe house would be suicide. She needed to lose them in the dark, because if she failed to break their line of sight, she would likely end up as a corpse on an autopsy table by morning. The path ahead was pitch black, unlit by any city infrastructure, but her enhanced night vision handled the darkness without issue. Fortunately, she knew these back alleys like the back of her hand. Reaching the absolute end of the concrete maze, the narrow path finally opened up into the wide, brightly lit expanse of the multi-lane highway.

Black medium sized bed with black satin sheets and a purple comforter. A flat screen TV....A black coffin walk-in closet, black makeup table that I replaced with books and reading lamp Black coffee table, black suede couch, a mini fridge, a coffin shaped bookshelf, red candles on the coffee table held up by a black candelabra, and a black crystal chandelier. Woahhhh..... I just acknowledged it looked so creepy, but I liked it that way. "Sorry to say, but this looks so fetish to me. How can a room be this dark and..... and...."

Gable, the housekeeper, had left at 7:00, her coat buttoned up, her eyes avoiding mine as she whispered, "Mr. Blackwood said to lock the doors, Ms. Skylar. He's in the study." He was in the study. And I was alone in this mausoleum of a house, wearing a nightgown that was a sin against God and a gift to Damian. It was black silk. Thin enough that if I stood in front of a lamp, you could see the shadow of my navel, the curve of my hips. It was short, so short that if I bent over to pick up a pen, the bottom curve of my ass would peek out like a moon rising over a hill.

“We’ll talk later.” I sighed and let myself fall onto the bed, staring at the ceiling. It didn’t take long for me to realize that I wasn’t alone in that house. Something—or someone—was watching me. Suddenly, I felt it. That strange sensation of being watched. I slowly sat up in bed, sharpening my hearing. A creak in the hallway? A whisper behind the door? My heart began to race. Then I saw it. Two yellow eyes glowed from the darkest corner of the room. A black shape moved within the shadows, and for a second, a shiver ran down my spine.

Little did I know, the spark was about to become a raging inferno, courtesy of something far beyond the mortal realm. It started on a rainy Friday night. I’d come home exhausted from a long week, my blouse clinging to my skin from the downpour outside. I kicked off my heels, letting them thud against the hardwood floor, and poured myself a glass of merlot. The apartment felt emptier than usual; my last girlfriend had left months ago, citing my “workaholic tendencies” as the reason. Truth be told, I missed the warmth of a body next to mine, the soft curves and whispered promises in the dark. To distract myself, I rummaged through the old box of junk in my closet— relics from my rebellious pha

At night Olivia once again woke up horrified and sweating profusely. The nightmares were getting worse and Lilith was in her head more often than not. She lay flat on her bed and pulled on the covers. She knew she must get some sleep because she had a long day ahead of her.

Maddox just took the time to rush to the trunk and get his hunting rifle when he followed Gian across the driveway of a local family house. The front door was wide open, the wood on the door frame was splintered. Broken up. The moment he stormed into the house behind Gian, he heard a shot from the garden, followed immediately by a second. Maddox accelerated again and only marginally noticed the many family pictures on the walls in the hallway. He ran into the kitchen and immediately wanted to storm through the open back door, but had to brake, because right in front of the door was a blood-covered woman with blond hair, right next to a dead Proles - more precisely an Iuba.

Breaking the Eye wall is now available on Amazon. Com along with the rest of the series. Across the desk and weathering the storm are also there. if you have just joined and read this book or have been here from the beginning it has been a ride to write these three stories. I absolutely did not plan for this or them to be what they turned out to be. Across the desk was supposed to be an erotic book that took a nasty turn and thr Insanity series was born. Max and Deanna have become a major part of me now. They will be back in the next book of the nightmare series.

"My grandmother told me from childhood that there is a terrible evil lurking in the dark, so I should beware of the darkness... So I have always been afraid of the dark. I always came home before dusk and asked my mother not to turn off the light in my room. Then she would light a candle for me and put it on the bedside table next to my bed to save electricity. I stared at that flame and felt safe, as if some invisible force hidden within that flame was watching over me, protecting from all evil. However, the darkness caught me then in my dreams, it lurked, hiding in its depths overgrown creatures with huge teeth, long claws and wild eyesight. Chased by these terrible creations of my childho

he ordered them and they picked her up again, dragging her inside. Kyra woke up to the sound of people talking and she groaned a little, feeling her head banging. The people were still talking and when she read the room, she realized they were not just talking, but arguing. She soon heard loud angry murmurs and she moved her eyes to look around the room which was huge and brightly lit with torches everywhere. The room was filled with vampires, all dressed in black, and they moved around the room, talking to each other. The angry murmurs grew loudly in the room and unlike Athens, she felt pure evil and darkness here.