Lights Camera Disaster Novels & Stories

I had lost a lot of blood. My head started swimming around and I felt light-headed but I willed myself to stay conscious. "Deliciae, please speak clearly. That can't be right. You never mentioned anything about a baby to me." He was terrified and hurt. It was easy to tell. I wanted to comfort him but I couldn't. I looked behind him and saw his mother staring at me and I thought I saw a small smirk on her face but I couldn't be sure. It could have been a trick of the light or something.

"There is a man who can't feel his own legs and a husband who is about two seconds away from committing a felony. Turn. It. Off." "It's in the contract, Elion. '24-hour surveillance during special events'." "Fine." Elion hung up. He looked around the room. He saw the heavy brass lamp on the desk. He picked it up. He unplugged it. "Elion?" Cale asked, watching him. Elion climbed onto the bed. He stood on the mattress. He swung the lamp. CRASH. The camera shattered. Plastic and glass rained down onto the duvet. Elion dropped the lamp. He climbed down.

The emergency red lights died instantly, plunged into a darkness so thick it felt physical. The security cameras in the corners of the room hissed, their lenses fracturing as the surge fried their circuits. Outside, I heard the confused shouting of men whose night-vision goggles had just become blindfolds of searing white light. The "Volkov Variable" had been temporarily blinded. "Caleb?" Evelyn’s voice was a frantic whisper in the dark. "I can't see... I can't…"

A deafening crash exploded behind us. The ground trembled as something massive hit the floor where we had been standing seconds earlier. Metal pieces twisted, glass shattered and people shrieked. My ears rang. For a moment, all I could hear was a high-pitched whine and my own ragged breathing. Then the lights flickered back on. The studio came into view with a blinding flash of light.. A lighting rig the size of a small car had collapsed, smashing straight through a camera stand and crushing part of the set.

The shield closed, and we were left to wait outside. An hour passed. Then two. In the third hour, the circle began to flicker with an unnatural light, a color that didn't belong in a proper healing ritual. Martha gripped my arm nervously. "That light… something's wrong." Elder Thomas's face grew grim. "She's using the wrong herbal combination. If this continues, it will—" His words were cut off by a guttural, animalistic scream. The sound was completely inhuman, filled with pain, despair, and… an unspeakable horror.

Most of the people were watching them at the moment, clearly in a posture of enjoying the show. Lena felt like she was on the verge of a breakdown. She was just about to grab the person's glass next to her and smash it on the ground, attempting to pick up a few shards to cut herself and snap out of it. But Hayden simply straightened his own clothes and said, "Lena, I'll take you home." He leaned over again. Lena could feel something burning inside her body, she was almost unable to hold on. The huge crystal lamp above suddenly flickered twice, and the scene plunged into darkness. Then came a loud sound of a heavy object landing, crisp and continuous, as if the champagne tower had collapsed.

What a day. Later that night, the entire house was shaken by a loud scream.Eva jumped out of bed and rushed downstairs. Luke was laying on the floor foaming from his mouth. “What happened?!” Fredrick asked he rushed down the stairs. As soon as he got to the scene, his stomach dropped as he stared at Luke, convulsing and foaming from the mouth. He turned to Lizzy and Eva, desperate for an explanation. Eva’s mother also fled down the stairs, gasping as she beheld the sight.

“What?” I show them the phone. Damian swears under his breath. “He’s dead.” “Yes,” I say slowly. “But someone else just picked up the pen.” The lights flicker again. And this time, they don’t come back on. Chapter 37 POV: Lydia Hart Darkness has weight. It presses in on the room, thick and deliberate, as if the power outage is not a failure but a decision. The hum of the city outside is muted, distant, like London itself has stepped back to watch what happens next.

The bay was entirely empty. No stretcher. No heart monitors. No Grandma Alder. A single, rusted metal folding chair sat bolted to the floor in the center of the cavernous, empty box. "It's a decoy," I breathed out, the absolute horror freezing my lungs. "Get down!" Jordan screamed, spinning around to tackle me. A blinding, catastrophic wall of brilliant white light suddenly exploded from the surrounding tree line. Four massive, high-powered military floodlights clicked on simultaneously. They completely eradicated the darkness, washing the crashed ambulance and the muddy highway in a harsh, blinding glare.

"Master Liam! Sir Liam! Please, I beg you, spare Carver Lighting! I was wrong! I was so wrong! I was blind and ignorant!" He trembled all over. From sheer terror, Yassir could not even stand. As he collapsed to the ground, he frantically crawled toward Liam! In just five minutes, their Carver family had faced a catastrophic disaster. This single event alone had already scared Yassir out of his wits! As he crawled, he screamed desperately, begging for mercy! Yassir knew very well that the only way to change everything and save Carver Lighting and the Carver family was to earn Liam's forgiveness.