I Choose Darkness Jenny Lawson Mga Nobela at Kwento

“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!”

She was background in the darkness, just one of many faces. The bartender returned several minutes later and poured another whiskey. "You sure you want another?" she asked, looking at Jenny. Jenny remained silent. She was a million miles away in her mind, full of images of JM, nastiness, that he had traded her in for Eva like she was nothing. She breathed and looked back over her shoulder at the bartender. "Yeah," she whispered. "I need it." The bartender looked over at her for a moment before he nodded once again and set the glass down on the bar in front of her.

"You are my Light that illuminates the Darkness within me..." Never before could I have thought that these words would evoke such great emotions in me and would be associated with a person who completely turned my world upside down. There were actually two people who did this, but one in particular shook my heart especially hard.

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

His raven black short hair shines at the light of the small chandelier, although his bangs cover his eyes as he looked down, Ariz knew how beautiful his emerald green eyes are. Nobel Damian Lewis is his full name. At the age of 23, he is already a well-known parapsychologist, professor/researcher in British Society for Psychic Research that studied paranormal activities both those blamed to be cause by entities, and those believed to be cause by the mysterious ability of human mind. Aside from his genius mind, Nobel is also popular because of his handsome looks. With the height of 5’11, a lean body, and his pale white skin, people once asked her if her boss is a real living vampire.

"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.”

This was pleasant. I felt calm. I gradually give in to the Darkness with each breath.I could feel the darkness within me rise to the surface as midnight descended even further, taking up everything I could see and making the air feel deadly calm. My gaze shifted to the opposite side of the bed, where the lycan king was still asleep. The notion of him being so exposed to me now made me smile nefariously. You could hear the cheers and the mirth from the celebration going on downstairs. They were smiling, laughing, and generally happy. If only they realized that I was going to put an end to their happiness so quickly. Silently, so as not to wake the lycan, I got out of bed and walked across to