Just Light Novels & Stories

' I wondered, feeling the weight of my broken heart. It turned out that Darren's obsession with cleanliness only kicked in when he was around me. I could still feel the dull pain of the wolf inside, but I managed to smile at Darren weakly. "Is the Luna crowning ceremony still on for tomorrow?" He froze for a second before replying, "I don't have the time. I won't make it home today. Don't sweat it. I'll make sure your crowning ceremony happens." I gave a small nod and handed him a pile of papers. "Sign this, will you?"

He still laughed here and there But the second we stepped inside, the warmth faded. The doors close behind us with a soft, echoing thud. The air always feels colder in the house footsteps are coming from down the hallway it's Lilith telling us that dinner is ready and that Mr. Coldwell is waiting I sit between Mason and Nixon the earlier laughter is gone and replaced with something heavy in the air Mr Coldwell sits at the head of the table calm and unreadable he hasn't said much of anything but his presence in the room is enough to mute the room entirely

He slides a small note across my table and I let out a slight grunt. “Alright, I’ll give you a call once it’s ready. You may leave" I state pulling out a cigarette and my lighter. This better be worth it. I run a hand through my head as the frustration slowly seeps in. I take a long drag and swallow, letting the burn settle through my chest. "George, get me some coke...Be fast about it"

Because you will only see three colours on the entire sheet of this unit. The black, grey, and chocolate colours that have no life indicate sadness. Every curtain is grey; the sofas, chairs, and tables are chocolate; and the appliances are black. The unit is also very dark; maybe that's normal if you think about it because the sun has set and the sky is dark. Only the light of the moon serves as the light of the world. Why does it seem so sad here? But now that the world has technology, there is a light bulb that serves as light in homes, and there is also a light bulb here, but you can still see the sadness in the light bulb, as if it wants to give up on giving light.

It seemed he knew something when Noah said the word “Starlight” On the other hand, Lux was trying to calm down and took a deep breath. The blonde-haired girl had a faint smile on her face, “Huft … looks like I have to use that. Like it or not, I have to do it in an emergency like this. In fact, I really don't want to use it because the side effects are quite troublesome.” Lux who showed a calm expression and she suddenly smiled faintly, it made the man who attacked her feel that something was strange.

Andrew, Daniel, Alex and even Lisa is also present at the party. "When they came Mr Alex?" Lisa asked. "Sorry, miss Green, I don't know about that. Maybe they are on the way", Alex replied. Suddenly they all hear the sound of the car and immediately understood. They all went to switch off the lights to gives surprise to Emily. When Emily and Ryan get off from the car they saw all the mansion lights are off. "Ryan is there is a light cut in this area, why there is no light in the home?" Emily asked cutely.

Returning hіѕ рhоnе іѕ thе first ѕtер. I gеt furthеr inside and can’t help but nоtісе thе dіffеrеnсе a lіttlе lighting mаkеѕ tо thе рlасе. It lооkѕ nоthіng lіkе іt dіd earlier іn thе day.

Happiness and calm begin to wash over me and I use it to my advantage. "lumière du soleil." The warmth starts to flow through my left hand as I move it and yellow off shaped light appears in my open palm."Finally," I say in satisfaction, but my celebration is cut short when I feel all the nutrients from my body start to drain out. Breaking my concentration I begin to panic and without thinking I release the sunlight.

He nodded to the bottle poking from the sack—too sweet, too optimistic. Jonathan’s eyes were always hazel, flecked with green, but right now there was something else in them, a trick of the light that made them shimmer. It was probably just the sunlight. He was so human it hurt to look at him. Lucas lit a cigarette, even though he never smoked, and blew the smoke away from us. “Real nice of you,” he said, voice perfectly blank.

he asks, his tone entirely devoid of malice. ​"Well, well-lit areas help, and Blue's isn't exactly bright inside," I explain, fumbling over the next words before speaking them. "I don't really know what you look like. I've only seen you in areas that are too dark for me to get a clear glimpse. Direct sunlight is the best, but that's not always an option. Lots of lamps and light in rooms help."