Light Lover Novels & Stories

his fingers tap voluntarily gentle, contemplating the display options, “But, I believe we should also incorporate elements of innovative modern technology. Screens displaying curated videos, plugging customers’ attention, leaving them longing to be a part of our world— temptation, as we call it. Benjamin, what has got on your plate?” It is squarely nine in the morning, the designated time for Ethan Smith's diligent assistant, Ryan, to join him, despite a missing presence loom. Seated around an elongated table, the group of talented visionaries eagerly await Ethan's additional directions. “Speaking of captivating, what about the lighting, illumination? Depending on the time the event takes pl

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.

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

“I told you, Princess, prophecies are vague.” “Annoyingly vague!” I say, frustrated. When the darkness falls To the shining light A leader will rise “Well, this at least makes sense. We know that Lorelai is dark, so she's the darkness and that Aolis is the leader who will rise. The shining light bit makes me think of Lucero. Dominic and Tialha both described her as having a bright, white light. So, do we think that Lucero will defeat Lorelai?” I ask, looking up at Buppig.

The prophecy Locks of velvet night A blaze to dark enlight Eyes of light Heart of might Phosphorescence of might inbound. The witch and the seer, a pair confound A love so rare to ice be bound A witch of might to face the hounds.

She is my destiny. She is my light... My ever after...

A crescent and a blue lotus flower standing elegantly in a vertical posture with the flower bulb peeking above the top of the crescent. “It was a customized lighter made by some brilliant artist in the past decade and gave it to my father in honor of torching witches…” He started by explaining the history of the lighter, which in turn made my skin crawl after realizing why it was supposed to be significant. Because if I was being honest, even without an explanation, I could see the style in its artistry. The way the royal blue seemed to glow while being attached to a golden stalk, which was in turn attached to the golden crescent. It screamed loyalty so much, I didn’t think someone my status

She stepped into the room where Connel sat, her voice steady and palms shaky. “I'd like to speak with you.” Connel turned towards his right as she stood there, the room held its breath. He didn't answer right away. He reached into his lower drawer and pulled out a slim, skeletonized lighter- complex, metallic like a vault guarded with gears. He tapped the body lightly and deliberately. Ariel recognized the lighter, it was the S.T Dupont complication lighter, rare as well as beautiful. She stood quietly admiring the beauty, the way the cap flipped open to reveal the flames.

Eric believed her without a doubt, and the next second, he took out a lighter and tossed it onto my pile of stuff. The flames roared to life in an instant. "Yvonne has a point, if you're going to leave, then leave everything behind!" As the fire devoured each item, my heart crumbled into pieces. 'Eric, our decade of love is now just ashes,' I thought. I climbed into the car by myself, gazing at the house I had called home for so many years as it slowly disappeared from view. I quickly pulled out my phone and dialed a number. "Mr. Lloyd, I'd like to work for your company."