I Choose Darkness Jenny Lawson Novels & Stories

"It means let's cause bloodshed and this time, the heroine wouldn't survive..." Parting my lips apart, I tell him and it was only then did I watch the side of his lips curve as well. ..... We all got both light and darkness inside of us, what matters is the part we choose... I choose darkness, to destroy the one I hate, I chose to no longer stay still anymore, bow it's time for all hell to break lose. Am coming for you Iris Bones, am coming for you... Whispering out, I tell myself with my lips curving into a wider smile

I shot back. Leon stepped closer, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “You think she’ll choose you over the rest of us? You’re living in a fantasy. The darkness will become her, and as I force it on her, it will be intoxicating. I’ll make her want it. And when she does, it won’t be you she turns to. It’ll be me.”

“You give me strength.” “I love you too, Blair,” he replied, his gaze unwavering. “We will overcome this together, no matter what it takes.” As their hands tightened around each other, the shadows shrieked in fury, trying to reclaim their hold. But the light surged forward, illuminating the clearing with a brilliance that felt like dawn breaking over a long, dark night. Jessica’s expression shifted, her resolve solidifying. “I won’t let the darkness take me again!” she declared, stepping fully into the light. “I choose to embrace who I am!”

the Light? I think most of us will agree and love both our light and dark sides, because we, as humans, have both of these elements - Light and Darkness. It is up to us which of them we will let overcome the other in our hearts. And no matter if you believe in God, another higher power or you are an atheist, you certainly feel the influence of these two opposing elements in your life many times, especially when you have to make an important decision such as, for example, whether to help someone in need? Should I stop or pass someone indifferently? Take care only for yourself and your own interests, or maybe for common good? It is a popular concept of right or wrong, where right is Light and

They say, there's a dark side to everything, a little bad amidst all that good. But, I fear there's no dark side to me, for there has never been a good side. I'm dark, as dark as the starless sky, as dark as the forest in the dead of the night. Dark as the darkness just before the dawn. I'm dark, dark is me. Victor Mairo Tyler's POV

Mister Dankworth sat beside Jonas and across Ariz. Ariz couldn't ignore the nagging feeling inside her chest. It was like if she stays a little longer with this man, she's not far from vanishing. "Is there something wrong miss Jones? You look pale." Jonas asked earning her a look from mister Dankworth. "I-It's nothing. Kind a hot in here don't you think? Um...shall we start?" Mister Dankworth nodded. She reached for her notepad and pen "I'm Ariz Jones. An investigator, I'll be hearing out your case. So..."

"You have to see a specialist you need a lot of rest and I know you're suffering from Insomnia I will get some Bromezapam tablets for you at the pharmacy you need to rest cause of your health." "Dad, do you really think am suffering from amnesia I asked and he gazed weirdly at me I don't have amnesia how on earth couldn't I know how I suffered in the past without feeling guilty or killing myself I screamed frustratedly". **** ANNABELLE. Shit!!! I screamed frustratedly as I got out of the car, I was completing should I give up on Damon on continue the struggle of him loving him I just don't know what to do after losing the pregnancy, he tells me how he feels about me I think I should stop all

Armed with an extra blanket that she found from the cabinet near the bathroom, Morana wrapped her body with the blanket. Even though it's not as warm and comfortable as when she sleeps on the bed, but at least it's good enough to get through this night. Before going to sleep, Morana turned off all the lights in the room, leaving only the dim moonlight on the night sky to illuminate this room, because of the pouring rain. Morana loved this kind of dark atmosphere, making her feel like she could hide in the dim night, as if her existence had no meaning so nothing could hurt her anymore.

Black as the darkest night hair against a crisp linen pillow, brown skin against a blindingly white sheet, and tiger’s eyes burning with deliberate cruelty and triumph into hers. In horrified rejection of the imagery that had sprung into her mind, Lara Anderson shuddered violently, dimly aware that she was still in the grip of severe shock. Abruptly, she was dredged from her turmoil by the insistent shrill of the telephone in the hall. Reluctantly she answered the summons, carefully shutting the lounge door behind her so that her father was not disturbed.

The voice is deeper, darker, promising dangers more than his words speak. An involuntary shiver racks through my spine, licking up every last bit of courage I thought I had. Back in his lair again? Why am I always the unfortunate one? “Just let me go, please.” I plead into the shadows, my eyes straining to find his solid frame. The darkness swallows all the detail. He remains quiet and for a moment I fear I have been hallucinating. There's a subtle shift in the air and I sense his presence. “I won't tell anyone about this, not the police, no one. Just let me go, please. I've done nothing wrong and you know it.”