Light Of My Darkness Novels & Stories

But her bright smile and sweet personality got rid of any negative thoughts that I had. Christine Gyamfi Stanzolio is the Light to my Shadow.

The things he’s said and the hurt and pain he inflicts on me? Maybe I don’t want to find the light. If I find the light then it could be taken away again. It would strip me of everything I am. It would crush my heart and suck out my soul and damn me to the pits of hell that have no escape. The darkness would own me forever. So why should I try to find goodness and light when it’s so easily taken away. Light is so easily snuffed out. Like a single burning candle in a dark room, with one breath it can be blown out. And the wick on that candle will never be the same again; it will be black, some of it burned away forever.

What the hell is happening on his eyes? "That's the sweetest word I’ve ever heard, Yveon. Thanks for that. Go to sleep. Rest well. We'll go to school tomorrow." He smiled at me without the joy in his eyes. I hate that his eyes are so much expressive. He was about to close the door when he spoke, "Even if you dislike me. I'll do everything for you to like me. Trust me." He stared at me and I would swear to God that his pupils are color brown with a highlight of green.

She smiled, pleased that I'd finally caught on. "Exactly." She raised both hands high, and darkness gathered above us in a mass that blotted out whatever passed for sky in this place. "You cannot defeat something that belongs to the world you're standing in." She brought her hands down in one violent motion, and a mountain of darkness came crashing toward me with a weight that felt like the end of everything. I screamed as white light erupted from my entire body at once, every last reserve I had left pouring out of me in a desperate rush. The darkness hit me like a physical wall, and I held it back with everything I had, my feet digging deep grooves into the cracked ground beneath me as I fo

Lumi had curled up with her stick still in hand, ready to fight the dark if it misbehaved. Light, she’d said her name meant. Fitting. Because somewhere ahead, in the heart of the Sun, darkness waited to forget me. And this tiny, impossible spark of light refused to let me go dim.

But now, he was standing in someone else's house with a young, attractive woman nestled in his arms, her own wrapped around his waist. Both of them turned to me at the same time. I froze up, my mind going blank. For a few seconds, it felt as if the world had disappeared around me. "Is that my order?" The woman's voice pulled me back to reality. Holding in the shock I felt, I glanced at Edgar. He didn't recognize me. I was wearing my yellow delivery uniform with a face mask and a cap. He wouldn't have expected me to turn up here. "Hello. Are you Ms. Irina Upton who placed an order to be delivered to Block 18, Unit 802?" I asked, purposely disguising my voice.

When the sun is covered and light has gone, darkness took over, that time when darkness rule is the time you are doomed. But for me what was darkness? The black color? Or the person who swallows others' happiness? I would say for me I was the darkness, the one who was putting everyone in danger. The darkness with a crown of doom, destined to gulp others peace just like a glass of water leaving them empty. "You belong to me, every inch of your powers is to serve me. You can't do anything to stop me from taking what's mine." The deep voice said.

His voice blurred slightly in the wind. "I brought you here at last. Didn't you always want to see the stars here?" My spirit floated beside him. My heart ached at the sight of his aged back. He scattered my ashes gently across the surface of the lake. "You will always be the light of my life." I laughed and cried at the same time in the air above him. I felt my spirit slowly fading away. It was a sign that I was about to disappear completely, but I wasn't afraid anymore.

All the while his figure continued to come in and out of focus like a broken disc. “I… I'm going to… kill you…” I rasped. Then, the darkness swallowed me. . . . SEBASTIAN — Later That Night I woke up to darkness. Not the kind you fall asleep in, wrapped in sheets, comforted by silence—but the kind that makes your skin crawl. The kind that reminded you too late that you weren’t meant to be here. My head throbbed. I blinked up at the dim flicker of a streetlight, hazy at first, until it solidified into something familiar. That damned park light. The one by the edge of the lot. Yellow, dying, always buzzing like it had something to say but couldn’t get the words out.

I said, confused—I hadn’t made new enemies. Defending myself wasn’t the problem until they drugged me with something they poured on my face. One of the guys used the effect of the drug to capture me. I fought hard, and before I was thrown into the back of the van, I knew I wasn’t the only one bleeding. I woke up in a dark room, my head sagging backward, tied to a chair. “Let me out of here!” I shouted. The lights came on, revealing everyone in black. One man stepped forward, seated in a black suit, puffing smoke from his stick. I didn’t expect to see him so soon.