Light Readers Novels & Stories

She looked both pretty and amusing at the same time. Laughing at her antics, I said, "Stop it. What if someone sees you? Aren't you afraid you'd lose some fans?" Emma was a content creator with millions of fans online. "Not at all! I'm just glad to see that you're able to laugh," Emma said consolingly as she took my hand. Although she had a carefree personality, she was also a thoughtful and observant person. "I'm fine. I'm not stupid enough to confront that woman. I just want to know when Edgar started betraying our marriage."

Thomas said, “Open them slowly.” My heart hammered against my chest. I opened my eyes slowly, and the light I hadn’t seen in over a decade flooded my vision. I could see blurry silhouettes shifting in front of me. I could see a window. I could see the flowers. I could see the sunlight, trees, and birds outside the window. I could see them all. “I can see… Dr. Thomas, Julian, I can see!” This was a moment I had waited over a decade for. Dr. Thomas hurriedly said, “You mustn’t cry. Your eyes cannot handle any irritation right now.”

They praised me for having the courage to expose the truth. As I read through the comments, my heart slowly began to settle. I didn't feel so alone anymore. Just then, I came across a new post from Serena that was vague and suggestive. She wrote, "No matter what happens, it's still our shared memory." It was paired with a photo of a starry sky. Her friends flooded the comment section, full of speculation and coy jokes, their words steeped in insinuation. The next day, Lucas showed up at my parents' house.

He would pin me against the window, his hands all over me, and tease, "Do you think people outside will think we're going at it?" He would shiver with laughter, stroking my hair, and make grand promises. "I'll give you the most epic crowning ceremony ever, so the whole world knows you're my Luna." I bought every word. However, three years on, I became the punchline of a very bad joke. Darren's forgotten every promise he ever made. Me? I played the fool 98 times too many. I looked up at the tangled shadows in Darren's room and could not help but laugh.

I rambled on. “You have the same auras but yours is brighter. Every ruler of the Underworld has to be an heir of the Light.” I understood nothing from what Mismaia told me. I know it’s probably a serious matter but I just can’t wrap my head around it. I was just cooking mini donuts and waffles like a second ago. I get minimum wage and she’s telling me I’m practically like royalty. “I wanna believe you. This is just not normal for me.” She held my hand. I swiped it away. “I’m sorry.”

the Light? I think most of us will agree and love both our light and dark sides, because we, as humans, have both of these elements - Light and Darkness. It is up to us which of them we will let overcome the other in our hearts. And no matter if you believe in God, another higher power or you are an atheist, you certainly feel the influence of these two opposing elements in your life many times, especially when you have to make an important decision such as, for example, whether to help someone in need? Should I stop or pass someone indifferently? Take care only for yourself and your own interests, or maybe for common good? It is a popular concept of right or wrong, where right is Light and

He murmured, "She's just lying there anyway, like she's already gone, not using her eyes. Might as well give them to someone who really needs them." A shadow of pity passed over the doctor's face as he said, "But… What if Ms. Yocelyn Carden wakes up one day?" "Then we'll cross that bridge when we get to it." In that instant, it hit me like a ton of bricks. Was Samuel planning to give my cornea to Amelia? Was he willing to leave me blind? I was rooted to the spot, my mind reeling, as I slowly backed away from Samuel. Watching them together, so lovey-dovey, a wave of icy dread spread through me.

I set the photo on fire with a lighter, and I watched in silence as it turned to ash. ... In the days that followed, I kept my tears and tantrums to myself. Slowly but surely, I let out the news and proof of my dad ditching his first love. Seeing him run around like a headless chicken gave me a twisted sense of satisfaction. By the time I left Cascade City, Rebecca and Nash's world had crumbled. The day before I took off, Calvin showed up at the Smiths'. "Heard you're heading to Zephyr City," he said, his voice so flat I could not read him.

Sage stirs within her, pushing forward with renewed urgency. -Listen to him,- her wolf insists. -Feel the truth in his words.- But years of hurt aren't so easily dismissed. Clover presses herself deeper into the shadows of her sanctuary, unwilling to reveal herself despite her wolf's protests. "He's lying," she whispers, so quietly the words barely disturb the air. "He's just saying what he thinks I want to hear."

I ask her. "And then you can discuss punishment and special rules," she explains to us. "Do you want to read it? Or should I read it?" Nickolai offers me, but I pay better attention while I'm reading. "I'll read it, thank you," I say wanting to see the papers for myself, I started reading right away. Dom and Littles contract. Definition: A little is someone who regresses to a younger headspace, the expected headspace is between three and four.