Light Pub Novels & Stories

The honest window is always the window that serves the attending without asking the attending to serve it. He wrote in the pocket notebook: Thomas's letter. The letter held at the angle that reduced the glare — the body performing the correction. The directional city light moves across the floor: the city light is an event, the coastal light is a condition. The section for the condition draws the receiving. The section for the event draws the managing. Thomas: what the reading room needs is the light that does not interrupt the attending. The honest window makes the light invisible to the attending it holds. The honest window does not ask to be noticed. The honest window asks to be used.

I crossed one of my leg over. "Welcome everyone to the black auction. We have pretty good items today so please enjoy. The first item. One of Lala-land's finest diamond. This diamond is also one of the rarest diamond in the world. The silver has been extinct and this is the last of its kind. It can cut through anything and projects bright light. This diamond is one of a kind. There's no other of it in the world. We will start the bidding at 3 million dollars." The person said.

Both Sebastian and Adam looked up at him curiously. Lucas shifted uncomfortable under their scrutiny, realizing he had blurted out something he hadn’t intended to share. He cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. “I mean, it’s not for everyone, but the sex can be amazing. Did you ever try cumming with someone stimulating your prostate? A-ma-zing.”, he explained, trying to come off as confident, even though he felt embarrassed. Sebastian’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, his curiosity piqued. “Really?”, he asked, his voice laced with intrigue. “Tell me more.”

he explains to me and I laugh. Carefully, Light gets into the balcony and looks for a place to capture their picture. I notice him clicking some photos and to be honest, I don't want to see them. There is a devilish smirk on his face when he returns. “Your bitch and her dog was so busy in fucking themselve that they did not realised i shoot them pictures.” “That doesn’t sound good to hear!” I press my lips in a flat line. “Have a look!” He passed me the camera.

“Perfect,” the woman said, clapping. “You’re in the pink cloud section. Right this way!” “Pink cloud section,” Vandaulf repeated flatly. “Sounds like a cult.” Lily leaned into him. “You’re in too deep now, snack knight. Embrace the glitter.” "This one has Bluetooth," Lily said, nodding to a spaceship-looking, really modern stroller. "Bluetooth? To play for what—streaming lullabies or ordering an Uber when I freak out during diapering?"

Sunlight filtered through a thick blue curtain, illuminating a small room located in the attic. Right by the door was a large wooden desk, painted white, and a swivel chair. Under the desk was a trash can filled to the brim with some papers, soda bottles, and salty snack wrappers. On the desk there was a laptop in a silver casing, a pile of notebooks and books, and a tiny lamp. Above the desk there was a large shelf with a lot of books - from textbooks, through readings, to romances. Here and there, there were photos framed in colorful frames and many other ornaments such as jugs, figurines, etc.

Nova’s POV From outside of the pub, you shall know what the inside would look like. Every corner of the pub was bathed in a rich blend of red, blue, and amber light. The lights seemed to dance across the walls, reflecting off the exposed brick and casting a warm glow over everything. It was like the pub had been transformed into a magical realm, glowing with a vibrant energy. I felt myself drawn in by the inviting atmosphere, feeling more at ease as I took in the surroundings.

I couldn't get a full breath. "Hello? Anyone? I swear to God, if this is a prank, it's not funny." Then I heard it… the snickers from the darkness. It continued, then it came from everywhere. "Let me out of here this instant!" Once I said that, the lights came on from every corner. The lights were 50,000-lumen corn bulbs. Fixed strategically in every part of the room. It was too bright, all of them. My eyes burned. I squeezed them shut and still saw red through my lids.

than an ugly one. The system began to adjust the city’s lighting grid, shifting the exterior lights of the Trust-Hub to a warmer Kelvin temperature. It wanted the building to glow like an ember in the twilight, a visual "Trust Token" for anyone lost in the winter dark. The machine was learning the art of the welcome.

The only things that match exactly are the two machetes in leather scabbards hanging from their waists. Lights is the oldest male Miracle, born the day after Radar. His real name is Javier. He’s a slender guy of Mexican descent, just a couple inches taller than me, with olive skin and longish black hair he keeps cut short in the front to keep it out of his yellow-gold eyes. His eyes were dark brown until his Power appeared several years ago, when they turned golden. His Power, as his nickname suggests, is light. He can create balls of light with either hand, or shoot a beam of light from his eyes. As he’s gotten older, he’s learned to control the size and the brightness of the balls and beam