In Broad Daylight Book Novels & Stories

Jock was always saying. Fine. Now I understood. Tomorrow wasn’t going to be different. Every single day was going to get worse. At the end of my street I slowed, straightened my clothes, and moved carefully along the pavement, watching for uneven paving stones. The upper floors of the house were dark except for the bedroom and the bathroom light glowing on the first landing. Then something made me stop. Across the road, beneath the deeper shadows of the plane trees, I caught the dull glow of a wristwatch lifted briefly toward someone’s face.

Aftermath The morning light streamed through the grimy motel window, casting a soft glow on the cluttered table strewn with takeout containers and crumpled notes. I rubbed my temples, trying to shake off the remnants of a restless night. The chaos of the previous day still echoed in my mind, a cacophony of gunfire, shouts, and the palpable tension of our confrontation with Benedetti’s syndicate.

Chapter 41: Narrow Escape Kathleen’s P.O.V As I walked along the empty street, the sky opened up and the snow began to fall. A sudden flurry of white flakes drifting down from the sky. The streetlamps cast a soft glow on the snow, making it sparkle in the darkness, and distracting me temporarily from the fear in my mind. The air was crisp and clean, and the snow muffled the world around me.

Dark of Night Copyright 2019 Emily Goodwin Chapter One “What do you see when you look at this one?” The doctor holds up a card, showcasing an ink splotch that’s twisted and creepy, with eyes that follow you no matter where you go. I look at it, heart hammering away inside my chest. The mess of ink on the white paper reminds me of the monster that lurks in Nana and Papa’s basement, the one that tried to get Abby and Scott to go downstairs with it.

“You say that every time.” I didn’t need to see to know what was happening. But the cruelty of it was - I did see. Barely. But just enough. In the bright light, when the sun kissed the window at the right angle, the world came to me like an old friend. After two years of darkness, it was that awful morning I’d woken up to a shimmering silhouette of dawn. But I wouldn’t say a word. Not to the doctors. Not to Rick. Especially not to Rick.

"After we get married, you can quit your job and enjoy life peacefully at home. We'll have a few kids. Even if you can't see, I'll still make you happy." So, he had already planned out my entire retreat. There was a noise at the door, and I instinctively turned my head—but I couldn't see anything. "You must be Nina, right?" It was a familiar female voice. "I'm Indya, Anthony's friend. I came to visit you." My hand, holding the cup, tightened slightly. "I heard you lost your sight in an accident. I was once blind too. I understand what it feels like to struggle in the dark."

"Darling, something urgent came up at the office. I can't drive you back. You head home first." Without waiting for a response, he turned and rushed off. Right then, my phone lit up. It was a message from Winifred. It was a photo—her wrist slashed open, with blood everywhere. "Wanda, what do you think? If Edgar finds out I'm trying to kill myself while carrying his baby… do you think he'll still choose you?"

progressive-markdown_:is(p,blockquote,ul,ol,h1,h2,h3,h4,h5,h6)]:pr-8"> _*]:min-w-0 gap-3 standard-markdown"> Julia — First-Person POV The investigators arrived at dawn. Lennox had coordinated it from the estate — a quiet, methodical operation, the specific kind that didn't require sirens or drama because the case had been built so thoroughly that drama wasn't necessary. Two vehicles came up the long drive as the sky lightened from black to grey to the pale gold of an early morning that had decided, against everything, to be beautiful.

Cold sweat drenched my body as I curled under the blanket, trembling. I wanted water. I forced myself up and staggered toward the stairs. The living room lights were off, but I saw a shadow on the sofa. Jonathan sat there, motionless. A cigarette burned between his fingers, glowing faintly in the dark. I didn’t dare make a sound. I tried to slip back upstairs quietly. "If you’re awake, come here." His hoarse and exhausted voice came from the darkness. I had no choice but to walk over. "Uncle Jonathan."

All they did was close their doors and windows and wait till the air clear. The streets looked deserted as the gunfight rages on. It lasted for almost an hour and no single police came. Suddenly, a window burst open from one of the apartments, and someone got thrown out of it. He landed on the ground, splattering blood everywhere. I watched as he took his final breath. It was One eyed Sunday.