Light Me Novels & Stories

- yourlight The account is private so I don't know whose it is but I was very nervous and stared at his username. "L..." I whispered out of my mind. The account follows no one but has over a million followers. That's how powerful the account holder is. "Gorgeous! I've seen it a very long long time ago." - lavander_hamilton Mom knows the owner of the jewelry? I almost jolted as my phone beeps. It's an unexpected message from Light. I bite my lips while opening the message with unsteady heartbeat. L: Congratulations! I hope you like my surprise.

He entered the club designed with different types of multicoloured ceiling lights ranging from Parabolic Carnister light,Moonflowers to Beam lights. James went straight to the bar and sat down on one of the chairs there.He immediately ordered for a drink which he gulped immediately,the reflection of the light coming from the parabolic Carnister beamed into his eyes making him remember his dead kids as their memories flashed through his mind.He kept ordering for more drinks and within a short period of time he became tipsy.

But as she did, her eyes caught a flickering light—faint, but steady. Her heart skipped a beat. There was a light bulb hanging from the ceiling, covered in grime. With a shaky hand, she reached up and twisted the switch. The light flickered to life, casting a faint, yellowish glow over the room. The light was weak, barely enough to illuminate the dusty air, but it gave her a sense of hope.

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.

"Are you going up?" "No. I installed a remote switch. Efficiency." He pulled a small remote from his pocket. It looked like a garage door opener. "Ready?" Cale asked. "Ready." Cale pressed the button. Click. Above them, in the glass lantern room, a light flared. It started dim, a warm yellow glow. Then it brightened. It turned white. Brilliant. Blinding. The motor whirred. The lens began to rotate. A beam of light cut through the twilight. It swept out over the ocean, hitting the waves, illuminating the whitecaps.

I walked up to it to check what it was… It was a very negligible red light, the only way I was able to see it was because the room was darkened. It seemed like it was in the lamp itself. I carefully carried the lamp and started to dismantle it. Are lamps supposed to have red lights??? I finally was done dismantling it at the speed of light and that was when I saw s little camera like figure very tiny. My heart raced back and forth north ways south west in all four cardinal points it better not be what I was thinking. I took a picture of it and sent it to Alex. In a minute he responded. “Sir that's s mini camera that can be placed in very unnoticeable places and it's activated!”..

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"Draw its power, but do not force it. Let it rise naturally." Rita closed her eyes, pressing her palms to the cold stone floor. She expected to feel nothing—or at least, very little. She was a novice, after all. But the moment she reached for the energy, it answered. A surge of warmth shot up her arms, and before she could stop it, a pulse of golden light flickered between her fingers. The ground beneath her trembled slightly, like a sigh. A hush fell over the nearby students. Freda’s eyes widened. "Rita—"

It hurt so badly that I broke out in cold sweat and pulled myself into a fetal position, shivering hard under my blankets. I thought of getting something to drink and got up, carelessly making my way downstairs to the kitchen. The lights in the living room weren't turned on. However, I caught sight of a dark figure sitting on the couch in the darkness. It was Leonard. He sat on the couch without moving a muscle. He was holding a cigarette between his fingers, the faint glow flickering in the dark. I didn't dare to make a sound and thought of retreating as quietly as possible. "Since you're already up, you might as well come over."

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.