I Choose Darkness Jenny Lawson Novels & Stories

“I won’t let the darkness consume me.” The woman’s smile faded, her expression growing colder. “You don’t have a choice, Fiona. The darkness is already inside you. It’s only a matter of time before it takes hold.” I shook my head, refusing to accept her words. I had fought against the darkness before, and I would do it again. I wasn’t going to let it control me, no matter how strong it was. “You’re wrong,” I said, my voice steady now. “I do have a choice. And I choose to fight.”

I wouldn’t imagine anything used to cure a human of an illness would get rid of this supernatural pest. “That’s because this thing isn’t of human origin. You need to think outside the box Doc.” I didn’t wait for her response honestly; I was tired, and my wolf wanted to see his mate. It wasn’t the best news, but it was at least a step in the right direction. *** Raven’s POV My body was cold. Jumping awake I was surrounded by darkness. I couldn’t see anything. I could hear the shuffling of feet all around me though. “Hello?” I was lying on cement with no memory of how I got here. Lightning flashed in the sky lighting up my surroundings for the first time. “The alley?” How did I get back in the

"Do you know what I was thinking when I made the plan? I thought I could kill them, but... I also thought it was too easy; I want to make it harder for them little by little until they can't get up again; I want to see how they suffer, how they live in hell, and how they can live in darkness." Sheena chuckled and shook her head. "I've spent my entire life living in darkness; there's no light, and no one can help, so I promised myself that one day I'd come out of the darkness, and my wish has come true." Sheena sipped her drink and smiled. "In her last letter, Mother Esme told me to seek the light of hope, and that's you." She looked at Gaze, who was just listening to her. "You are my light,

I can feel the hellish sensation like I was being burned and tortured. "Next morning, it will be reported that one of their most trusted police officers is corrupt and a drug addict. That is what the heroic individuals who battled against the boss have been blessed with." "Would she die?" I heard another voice, but I was coughing so hard that I could feel my blood oozing from my mouth. "She will. She'll die being overdosed. She will not survive." "Why don't we just shoot it to be sure?" "It would be better if they will think that she took drugs and overdosed herself. She won't live. Let's go. Someone might come and we'll be caught." I heard their footsteps, and I can't do anything to save my

I ordered and the guard bowed. I turned to leave but that order didn't seem complete so I changed course and moved towards the guards whispering in his ear. "Tell him: one scratch on her, and he'll pay for it." And I walked to the warehouse smiling; my prey was waiting. I am the don of the Draevyn family. A terror by night, and famous for my unforgiving spirit. I am the Life Reaper. I am Rowan Draevyn. Finding my second mate didn't make me weak - I would prove I was stronger than the seven before me.

A recklessness that lived in my hands and wouldn't let them stop. Tomorrow I'd call Cassie. Ask her to pack up whatever I'd left behind and ship it once I have an address. I slung the bag over my shoulder and reached for the door. The hallway was dark. I moved quickly, avoiding the floorboard that squeaked near the bathroom. My duffel bags bumped against my hip with each step, heavier than they should've been, but I didn't stop to adjust them. Downstairs, the TV still blared. The blue light flickered across the living room wall as I passed, but I didn't look. Didn't need to see her sprawled on the couch again or need that image burned any deeper into my memory.

Ina had been born. The club lived. A universe of light and darkness, where sin ran rampant, and secrets were exchanged under bass beats. Music thudded off walls like a pulse, neon illuminating a dangerous sheen on bodies in motion to the rhythm of the night. Ina came, the heel of her shoe clicking against marble, and eyes following involuntarily without so much as a thought. Power. Freedom. Danger. She breathed it all. Tonight, she was not Lily. Tonight, she was better. She was unbeatable.

"Not all. Choose… or I will." Fear knotted the eldest child’s stomach. He understood the cruel game the Darkness had designed. One child would be taken, the other spared—perhaps. But the choice was never truly his. Resistance was only another form of torment. "No!" he shouted, voice cracking. "I… I won’t choose!" The middle child laughed. The sound was hollow, echoing off the walls, twisting into every shadow. “Then the Darkness will choose for you.” The shadows surged. Tendrils of darkness shot across the room, wrapping around the youngest child. He screamed, small and sharp, a sound that ripped the eldest child’s chest open. He tried to pull the boy free, but the shadows were cold, heavy,

Something unexpected has gone down and this time it pierced Lucas’ soul. “We need to uncover the dark art placed on this crime scene.” Lucas extended his hand over the grave. He shuts his eyes and focuses his mind. All he could see was total darkness. When he tried to haul the darkness away in his mind, he was zapped to his ass—the same thing that happened to Jane. Jane rushed to help him to his feet. “We need to get your mother involved,” she suggested. “I can’t,” Lucas declined hastily.

Darkness paused. “He thinks too highly of himself, and that will be his downfall.” Darkness took out the moon shaped necklace he had taken from Vanilla, examining it as he spoke with nonchalance. “My time comes with a heavy price.” He carressed the necklace. “Ask him if he can bear the price.” The sound of a to ringing phone pierced the air, Darren quickly took out his phone and picked the call. “Tell him to come to me, I have a very nice gift for him.” Darkness heard Alpha Derrick's sultry voice, filed with glee.