In Broad Daylight Book Novels & Stories

It had finally vanished with Sister Dinda's selfishness in throwing me away as a sacrifice to his greed. "Come quickly! I'm so slow like a snail," joked Arka as she left me, did she not see that because of her actions, I was having trouble walking. Grumbling to myself, I followed him. I didn't know that the man had stopped, because he was watching his own footsteps, causing me to bump into his back. While focusing on rubbing my forehead, which felt a little sore. I didn't know that I was being watched intently. When I looked up, the deadly gaze immediately attacked. Immediately looking down at that terrifying bead, made my gut shrink even more.

The morning sunlight streaming through the apartment window crack should have felt warm, but to me, its brightness felt like a glaring interrogation lamp. The world seemed to be mocking me with its vivid light, a stark contrast to the darkness that now dwelled behind the walls of this apartment. ​In the kitchen, Mike appeared so calm. He was wearing a neatly ironed shirt, preparing breakfast as if the betrayal drama from last night—a disgusting act I had seen myself through CCTV footage—was just a nightmare that had been buried. The plates clinked, the aroma of coffee wafted through the air, creating a facade of a perfect domestic life.

The kind of peace that felt wrong when everything inside me was screaming. The golden ray of sunlight stayed on one side of my face, warm against my skin. I closed my eyes, letting the heat sink in, and pulled air deep into my lungs. The breeze carried the scent of pine and something floral I couldn't quite place. I hadn't let myself think about all kinds of horrible things. Horrible things included how I'd likely get arrested if anyone found out I was having an affair with the leader of the darkest organization the NHPD had been obsessing over and going after for years. The Maestro.

After hearing his words, I stepped into the snow without looking back. The snow was so thick that not a single car was on the road. I wasn't sure if there was even a convenience store nearby where I could warm up. Maybe it was the exhaustion from handling all the travel paperwork, or maybe the cold had gotten to me, but my vision suddenly went black. The ice underfoot was slick. I lost my balance and was about to fall when a strong arm caught me. Blinking hard to clear the snow from my lashes, I saw it was Jacob Reed, a colleague from my lab. His car sat parked in the white expanse.

Sunlight streamed through high arched windows, illuminating floating dust particles like tiny constellations. Elaine loved mornings here. Quiet before the day unfolded. She arranged returned books, updated the ledger, helped an elderly man find a gardening manual. Normal. Safe. So, time quickly flew by. But around midday, as she was shelving a stack of novels, she felt it. That prickle at the back of her neck. That sensation she had learned not to ignore. She glanced toward the doorway. A young looking guy stood just inside. Tall. With a black hoodie, and shady Sunglasses despite the mild weather. Not a local, she could tell immediately. Castelbiancos did not wear sunglasses indoors. He remo

The lights in the hallway were dim. The old portraits on the walls stared down at me like rows of cold, indifferent eyes. They were all watching me. Watching this wretched human who had no place in the Blackwood family. I didn’t know how many times I blacked out. When I woke, the sky was still gray. The Blackwood estate never saw true sunlight. There was no morning here, only endless cold, clammy fog. I lay at the edge of the bed, my hand resting on my abdomen.

So I laid down and went back to sleep, letting myself drift off to sleep again. ***** When I woke up, Marcello was still around. Him and Veronica were so engaged in whatever they were laughing about that they did not notice me walk out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. They must have done some more cleaning while I was asleep because everywhere was tidy now. And the books? They were still right where they were. I was hungry. I needed to feed... with blood. This was the part of my nature that I hated and constantly tried to avoid every day. But roasted meat could only get me so far.

When I think back to it, the words I said back then just make the sting of being wrong even sharper today. I pulled up to Thomas's big house pretty quickly, and the butler and a bunch of servants were already waiting by the door. They looked really surprised when I got out of the car. "Ms. Canfield, we're here to carry your bags. Where are they?" they asked. I just said, "They're all gone. Burned to crisp." Then I looked straight into Thomas's deep, dark eyes. He smirked a little and said with an icy laugh, "You were so sure Eric would never do anything wrong. What do you have to say now?"

Chapter 18: A Day of Light The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden hue across the landscape outside the castle. It was the first truly peaceful morning Karina had experienced in what felt like a lifetime. The weight of the past few weeks—the secrets, the betrayals, the fears—seemed to melt away in the warmth of the early sunlight. It was as if the world outside had decided to pause and give them a moment to breathe.

“I met him in the fifth district, he was new to town and lost, I approached him to help him out with directions and I showed him around the district before he offered me a drink at the Black Bog and that was the last time I saw him.” “Till further enquires he’s a suspect.” Ordered Prince Fredrick. “If you permit me your highness, can we get moving.” Darren sheathes the sword, Prince Fredrick nods in agreement, then they rode their horses down the track towards the town with Darren taking the lead. BEGINNING OF THE END