In Broad Daylight Book Novels & Stories

Dave said. Daytime? Yes, because obviously, the car's light doesn't have to be turned on, so that means, the driver could also see the person in black clothes because it's sunny and it's still bright. Without a doubt, daytime was the answer to this question. But what could we gain in the daytime? "Daytime. . . hey, Zyfford!" Zan called to Dave. He turned around and frowned maybe because of how Zanaya called him. "What?"

I had no idea where I was or what time it was when I woke up again. Disoriented, I glanced around the room, looking for a clock, and then, I suddenly recalled the events of the previous day. Disarrayed images of what had happened started filtering through in pieces. Gunfire, dead bodies, skeletons, Castello. I gulped to force back down the knot that was growing in my throat and got up. From the windows, I could see that the sun was up and that Hollis wasn't home, a little panic took over me. I shuffled over to the living room, just as he walked through the door, grocery bags in hand.

Lightning flashed through the cracks in the walls, followed by a deafening crack of thunder that made the whole house tremble. Then the lights flickered—once, twice—and died completely. Darkness swallowed everything. Damien pulled me close, his arm wrapping protectively around me. “Kayla, stay with me.” I clung to him, the book pressed between us. My grandmother’s voice echoed through the dark. “You have to trust the blood, not the man. The blood never lies.” “What does that mean?” I whispered. No answer came. Only the echo of heavy footsteps coming closer. Suddenly, the door at the top of the stairs slammed open, flooding the room with faint, flickering light. Silhouettes appeared—three fig

… Back home, I went to the calendar and picked up a pen. "I reject you, Ryder Blackwood," I said into the empty room. Then, I slashed a line through the date circled in red. … At dawn, I dragged my suitcases out of the house I'd called home for five years and caught a flight to the town on the coast. Meanwhile, Ryder, who was unaware, was on his way to the bonding ceremony. The church stood empty. He waited at the altar for ten minutes, then another ten, until a full hour had passed. Growing restless, he was about to go to the pack elders for answers.

Lara recalled the cluster of security men converging on the helipad, blurred glimpses of an incredibly large white villa, and heat that only increased the nonstop pounding behind her temples. Jet lag had finally caught up with her. A rueful grimace slanted her face as she gingerly slid out of bed to gratefully appreciate that the ground beneath her feet was no longer rocking. It was dark outside. Locating the bedside light, Lara glanced at her watch. “8 pm… Are you kidding me?” The housekeeper, at least Lara assumed the warm, matronly woman who had come to her assistance was the housekeeper, had been a merciful savior. She had taken charge, banishing Christophe and helping Lara to bed.

And what is happening in there town? They don't understand at all, and why this horrible act is happening in their town? All of them stood there stretching there head in confusion; trying to figure out why people are dying, and who is responsible for this terrible action, from that day forward they called it BLOODY DAY! To me, this is a big mystery that can't never be solved. ( This Story continued) ATTENTION READERS: This book have different series book 2-9

Mena It takes about an hour to get to Tory but by the time I get there we only had to move everything and quick we don’t want to be caught up good thing I had a back up spot or we could be sitting ducks right now I tell Tory it will be ok once we get everything out he knows nothing about us but we still know everything about him so we will get him again and finish what I started but this time I won’t play with him I’ll just kill him To my surprise we haven’t heard anything from the police or found our guy yet it’s like he vanished in thin air but I keep my guard up so I’m good just gotta be on my p’s and q’s I won’t mess up next time but for now I have other things on my plate when I get hom

He focused on the memory of the sunlight hitting the ridge at dawn. "Let it go," Lucien whispered into the white light. "Let it all go." With a sound like a thousand glass panes shattering at once, the light collapsed. The room plunged into absolute, crushing darkness. Arthur’s voice broke the silence, jagged and breathless. "Did... did we win?" A long, heavy breath hitched in the darkness. Then, a soft, natural glow—not the ultraviolet of the grid, but the warmth of a dim emergency light—flickered to life.

“What?” I show them the phone. Damian swears under his breath. “He’s dead.” “Yes,” I say slowly. “But someone else just picked up the pen.” The lights flicker again. And this time, they don’t come back on. Chapter 37 POV: Lydia Hart Darkness has weight. It presses in on the room, thick and deliberate, as if the power outage is not a failure but a decision. The hum of the city outside is muted, distant, like London itself has stepped back to watch what happens next.

**The Light Within** The morning sunlight streamed through the windows, casting golden rays across the room. For the first time in weeks, the air felt lighter. Clara sat on the edge of her bed, her thoughts tangled but clearer than they had been in a long time. The events of the previous night played in her mind like a vivid dream—a confrontation with the darkness inside her and Ethan’s unwavering support. Ethan appeared at the doorway, his expression a mix of concern and relief. “You didn’t come down for breakfast,” he said gently, stepping closer.