Just Light Novels & Stories

He noticed there's a total of two letters, which is odd since he expects to have two letters, one for him and one for Katherine. "Weird there's a two letters. Let me read it out loud." Jonathan suggested, and Katherine nodded. Jonathan takes the first letter. Dear fellow players, I would like to apologize if I did something terrible or horrifying act to you and everyone else. I would like to apologize if I'm not a good person to you and to everyone else. I'm so sorry. Also, thank you if we made a memory despite the elimination method being death. I'm glad to be with you all guys.

The red indicator light is no longer flickering. It burns a solid, unblinking crimson. It isn't just watching me anymore. It's transmitting.

But I ignored that. I drank tea because my throat felt dry. I felt the warm liquid flow down my throat to my stomach. I placed the cup on the table and spoke. "Regarding that, I want you to make a light bulb that has its color. A light bulb that won't break if there is snow and can be used outside. The colors of the light bulb are red, yellow, blue, and green. Each light bulb is only one color. It will give color and light to the place especially when it's just black and white." I explained to him in a simple way that he could understand.

Dawn light comes through the sanctum's single high window, small and square and positioned near the ceiling, and the light that falls through it is the clean, unmodified gold of actual morning, carrying none of the red tint that has been coloring everything since the eclipse. Lucian stands in the dust and the dawn light and the diminished glow of the hybrid power that remains, and breathes.

Just moments ago, I accepted a delivery order. My task was to pick up the order from the drugstore and deliver it to Jubilee Heights, a gated community. I was about a mile away from the drop-off location when I saw the order details. The customer, Ms. Irina Upton, had purchased special protection product and added a note, saying, "Please deliver it within 30 minutes. You'll be getting an additional tip. Thanks." It was noon. Were they in such a rush?

‌(Ar⁠ia’s POV) ‌Light cu‌ts thr⁠ough my ey‍elids be‍f‌ore thou‍ght ret⁠urns. I‍t isn’t morning light—too white‍, too still. It hums faintl⁠y, as if fed by electricit‌y rather th‌an sun.

'Just a year more' she recited in her head as she comforted herself. As dusk arrived she headed out of her office, tracing her track back home. The city slowly started to grow lively with the light and noise of the night life. She took the stairs to head upstairs. As she opened the door, the darkness that engulfed the room was sparked up with the flip of the switch. The dim light helped dissipate the utter darkness.

She called for the guards and brought them to the infirmary. Along her was the bystander from before who heard Lucas shouting at the hallways, named Light, that was also a handpicked member just like Pea Hardshell. He sat beside her and was watching how Lucas and Moon breathed while laying on their beds. Light was a slim man of average height. He wore a plain, brown vest adorned with a dark pattern of countless minuscule diamonds over his shirt, which was black in color, and switched to a pair of light brown pants, held up by a bright brown belt with a simple metal buckle, with each leg being seemingly adorned by a line of studs. He shared the ages of the Martin cousins.

Triton interrupted. My phone rung so Triton let go of my hand; it was Kuya Zhed. @GreatLeader: Sid, I suggest you just join the next competition because you’re always late. Enjoy! I was curious why he told me to enjoy, what does that mean? I returned my phone into my pocket and got shocked when Triton held me by my arm, but Grant also did the same on my other arm. What the fuck? What were they trying to do? The first one to havemy arm removed from my body would win?

Thе lіghtіng іn thе room іѕ tоо bright, and I’m sure it’s not as fоrgіvіng as I wаnt іt tо bе. Thаt’ѕ the thing about рlауіng with a man уоu dоn’t know. When іt’ѕ nоt dulled bу аlсоhоl оr ѕоftеnеd by dаrknеѕѕ, іt fееlѕ ѕо muсh mоrе rеаl.