Light And L Novels & Stories

Because I am right here beside her. I caught a glimpse of the moon lamp placed on top of the table near the bed. The lamp produces a dimmed yellow light in one part of the room. The light is not too much but just enough for me to see their faces in the dark. I observed how the yellow light softly shines alone in one corner of the dark room.

I replied calmly, "Got it." Darren paused, clearly caught off guard. Then, he found his words again. "The eighteenth of next month is a day blessed by the Moon Goddess. That's the day for our big ceremony." There was an unusual softness in his voice, something I had not heard from him before. Before I could even respond, a sultry moan crackled through the phone. It was Betty. They were together, even as he talked to me. A dull ache spread through the wolf inside me. With the pain, tears started to spill over.

We only communicate through text or call. I checked my phone but my inbox is silent as always. Light's name however is at the top and his last message is somewhat dominating my inbox. I don't want to reply because I don't want him to think that I somehow care about his whereabouts. L: Can't wait to see you, wife. Take care.

I am sending you this letter to ask if you would tell me what the summer light is. He had read this message twice and then a third time. He had written to Ruth: please tell her that the summer light in the corner comes from above rather than from the side. In summer the sun is high and the north window gives the ceiling rather than the floor. The corner is not lit from the left in summer — the north light in summer is the reflection of the high sun from the sky above, the room slightly brighter without the angle that makes the winter light quiet. The summer corner is less quiet than the winter corner.

He admired the way the sunlight hit her eyes, making the golden in her hazel eyes look even more mesmerizing. Liv was Leo and Annie's four year old daughter who was best friends with Jack's five year old, Jules. "Come on," Leo hopped out of bed and walked over to the side Annie was on. He held out his hand for her to take. She moved the blanket off herself, placing the mug down on the side table. "You know," she mumbled softly. "I can manage to get out of bed." Leo quirked an eyebrow, a grin playing on his lips. "Am I being smothering again?"

She let out her words as she chanted in an old language, that I didn't recognize. The temperature dropped suddenly when she put in the last ingredient, and the pot let out a bluish smoke. Then Arkael appeared from the mist and walk to Shani, he let his hand out to her while she looked at him. It lasted seconds, then she was back to her usual self.

I named the company Lumière. Light. The thing that arrives without asking permission. That illuminates everything equally, without favouring anyone. I had chosen it the night after Noah was born, lying in the hospital bed with him asleep on my chest and the city dark outside the window, and I had not questioned it once since. The investment meeting at Vale Enterprises was on a Tuesday morning in May.

"Tonight marks your true beginning." Theodore's grip on Clover's arm tightens imperceptibly. He's gambled everything on this night going according to his plans, yet the Alpha's cryptic words send a chill of foreboding through him. The assembled pack parts like water as they make their way toward the ceremonial grounds. Lanterns illuminate the ancient path, casting dancing shadows across faces both friendly and hostile. Peter watches from the edge of the gathering, his formal attire immaculate, but his eyes turbulent with unspoken emotions.

Down the hallway, a crowd had formed. I spotted him right away. Adrian. He was wearing a sleek silver-black suit and holding a cigar. The Lyon family members surrounded him. His slicked-back hair, sharp features, and dark eyes gave off a dangerous vibe. He had not changed at all. "Adrian!" I called out. He stopped and looked around sharply.

Lena staggered to her feet as the cold, oppressive darkness closed in. Her brightness flickered like a burning ember, its glow now feeble. Kaden and Lucan were beside her, their faces pale but determined. “What’s happening to the light?” Lucan asked, panic lacing his voice. “It’s tied to me,” Lena said softly. “And I think I’m weakening.” Kaden grabbed her arm, his touch steady. “You’re not giving up. We’ve come too far for that.”