Light And L Novels & Stories

The building's silhouettes suddenly became the dark night sky and the lights from their windows suddenly were twinkling. "Isn't that beautiful?" I asked when I saw a broken stoplight, the red light was blinking and the green and yellow once didn't seem to work. I thought it was aesthetically pleasing, under the gloom of the night, along the empty streets and silently passing cars. The slow blinking of that stop light seemed to harmonize with the quietness of the evening. I looked at Edgar and he was frowning at the stop light. "Pretty much could cause traffic, goodness, that should be fixed," he said and I rolled my eyes at him.

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?" I took a step closer and bowed to him. "Is this you saying sorry for Eric, or for what you said before?" he asked, kind of mocking me. "Mr. Lloyd, it's neither. I'm just thanking you for being there when I needed help the most," I told him. He did not move from the doorway, looking at me like he was really curious. "How do you know I want to help you and not do something else?"

[Help me draft a press release for his international exhibition—let’s attract some investors! Her response was instantaneous: [OMG. Maxwell Zane? The devastatingly talented Valmont-Azura painter? He absolutely crushes Henry! You two collaborating will redefine contemporary art!]

They were better off physically hurting me than using the love I had for my sister to their advantage. And there was no one else who signed the letter L the way Light did. Her calligraphy when it came to that one single letter of her name was the most beautiful thing a person could ever set their eyes on. So many people had tried to recreate her letter L but none have ever been successful, not even me. But apart from that, the entire letter was written in the same penmanship as India. I knew Light's handwriting and it wasn't even close to India's. But it couldn't be India who sent the note to me.

My eyes widened when I saw a knife behind on him. “Wait, is that a sword? A real sword? Wow, I just saw something like that,” I said and tried to touch it, but Grant quickly tapped my hand, but there was still a small wound. Is that sword so sharp? “Look at what you did. You are, give your hand to me,” he took my hand and covered his hand. I was closed by a little light that came out of it, after that— it’s disappeared; therefore, I immediately looked at Grant and my writing.

“Yes. Even though she appeared as your naked body, her voice and more so her eyes ensured no mistaking her for you or Emilia.” I suppose that makes sense. “So we had parallel experiences. What was the color of Light’s eyes?” I asked. “Bright silver, shining like the moon. They darkened and brightened with her mood. What about Darkness?” Alec cocked his head. “The blinding yellow-orange of the sun. Sometimes it was hard to look him in the eyes, like looking into the sun. Strange given he’s Darkness. I would have thought his eyes would be dark or like the moon.” I frowned.

Fortunately for them they’d created the perfect tool. Light was a lot of things. It was what helped humans see, animals too. It was that which gave all things color. It was an existence that was controversial to being referred to as matter in a state most were taught growing up. But all that was unimportant. Now, Kilvic needed the light for one of its properties, and with light as pure as what the boys had made, there was no doubt it would have it in abounding quantity. Light bore heat.

★★★ BLUE MOON PACK ★★★ Damon’s mother, Light, was basking in the peaceful moment as she watched over the pup. He was a sweet little boy, no more than three years old, his tiny body curled up in sleep, his breathing soft and rhythmic. Light’s once troubled eyes, now calmer and filled with a nurturing warmth, softened as she brushed a strand of hair from the pup’s forehead. This child, whom Damon had taken under his wing, had become a light in their lives—a reminder of innocence amidst the darkness they often faced.

Ernesta asked confusedly. Manager and Arian were as surprised as Ernesta, and they did not understand why Liam gave. Maybe because Ernesta Noah's eyes were ugly, he didn't like it. "Disadvantage, with the too strong light environment will reduce vision somewhat." Liam looked directly at Ernesta, reading out the information on her resume. “Did I read it right?” Liam asked coldly. "You read it right." Ernesta also did not want to waive. “So what? What do you mean?"

"Ooh, it's dark in here. Fancy a quickie?" I chuckled. "Lee, we should probably turn on the light." "Oh alright." He flicked the switch. "SURPRISE!"