I've Got A Darkness Shining Through Me Novels & Stories

any resemblance to actual persona, living or dead are purely coincidental. Do not distribute, publish, transmit, modify, display or any derivative words from or exploit the contents of this story any way. Please obtain permission. Through The darkness © 2021 All rights reserved SANDYY, always choose to skip the most spoiled part of an online book, the comment box. THANK YOU!

I almost shouted and pulled the cover over my face, leaving only my eyes that were bulging out trying to see anything even my breath quickened, my fear of darkness had and will always be my weakness. Nyctophobia will be the death of me. “Relax, nothing can hurt you,” he mumbled in a tired tone. “Can you at least pull the curtains apart, please?” I would laugh at myself if I ever heard myself talking during the night. I sounded like a child.

‘Remember me with a smile, for I carry your light within me, even as the darkness claims me. Holding my breath, I brace for the inevitable, the weight of the sand pressing down, threatening to crush the life from me. Yet even as I prepare to surrender to the darkness, my heart clings to a fragment of hope, a stubborn belief in miracles, in the chance that this is not the end.

Frozen. Was this my end? Or the beginning of something worse? I didn’t know. But I prayed, hard and fast. To God. To the wind. To anyone listening. ‘Please. Don’t let me disappear like this. Don’t let him win. Don’t let me die in the dark.’ Just then, the trunk flew open. Again. Light. Blinding, golden, and angry—flooded the darkness. I gasped, flinched, shrank into myself like a cornered animal.

Anyone who feels that the most valuable object in her life is missing will definitely think of looking for that object. Can be replaced with something similar, I don't know. All just depends on the thoughts of each. It's just that for a Nabila, she can never! However, the necklace must be found, somehow. Anyway, you have to! A necessity will bring disaster? they have absolutely no idea what kind of form they are facing. That is none other than the vampire and its darkness. Scared. "But Bil, we can ask them tomorrow. Besides, we have absolutely no idea where they live."

ᴀ sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ ɪɴ ᴅᴀʀᴋ, ᴀ ᴄᴏᴜʀᴀɢᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴇᴘ ᴜᴘ ʏᴏᴜ sʜᴏᴡᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ ʟɪғᴇ, sʜᴏᴡᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ

In the darkness, he won't see how flat as a board I am. In the darkness, he doesn't have to see my snoozefest of a face... In the darkness, he won't be disgusted... In the darkness, he won't see my tears...

Dior Endless darkness surrounds me. It circles my throat and licks my skin as I'm searching for an exit. I want to run, but there is nowhere to flee. Voices are snickering in my ears, telling me to tread carefully or they will tear me apart. They overestimate me—I've already succumbed and given up. My soul has been ripped in the middle, and my hope has been blown out like a candle. I'm unable to sort my thoughts in the dark and remember who I am.

' I demanded, spinning around to face him. But he was gone. The spot where he had stood moments ago was empty, the shadows swallowing any trace of him. 'Oh, he's not getting off that easy,' I muttered to myself, determination hardening my resolve. I stormed out of the room and into the pulsing heart of the club. Bodies moved under flashing lights, the bass vibrating through the floor and up my legs. Laughter and shouts blended into a chaotic hum as I weaved through the crowd, my eyes scanning every corner. Sweat beaded on my skin from the heat, but I pushed on, checking the bar, the dance floor, even the VIP lounges.

“My room is at the end of the hall. If you need anything, come get me.” “Okay.” Mr. Ashford turned off the light. The room went dark. He was a silhouette in the doorway. “Lock the door,” he said quietly. “I don’t want anyone touching you.” He paused. His expression shifted. “Not even by accident.” Then he was gone. Kai sat in the dark. His heart pounded. From fear. From something else. He stood. He walked to the door. His hand hovered over the lock. This was the moment. Lock it, and accept the reality. Accept whatever this was with Mr. Ashford.