Lights Out Book Review Novels & Stories

He then started reading a book. "The light's too bright. I can't sleep. Switch it off!" Sage said in an impatient tone after Ian finished reading two pages. Ian ground his teeth in response to Sage's clear provocation. He set the book down and switched off the main lights in the bedroom, leaving only a small nightlight near the headboard. The room immediately quietened in the dim light. Ian was unable to fall asleep either due to the lingering fragrance in the bed or the earlier-than-usual bedtime.

According to the usual protocol, the conversation should have naturally shifted to the lead actor and actress. However, the first person Roman thanked when he got the microphone was unexpectedly Mindy. He said, "I was drawn into the plot the first time I read 'Lantern'. I was stunned by the author's intricate design of the plot and the eerie tension woven into every word. How do I put this… My scalp prickled with fear, and I got goosebumps all over my body! "I'm not joking about this. After finishing the book, I was so scared that I couldn't sleep the entire night. The more I thought about it, the more scared I became. Chills ran down my spine as I pondered on the story.

Books are fortes that take you off the world you know, off your hurdle to a place of adventure and discoveries of imaginary possessions; pals. Getting home, he unfurled his door and plunged the new book he picked from the bookstore onto his table. 'The Moonlight Slave' by Shadows. After plopping the book, he did his routine. Showering, eating leftovers, and hopping into his mattress with the book in his hand. He comfortably sighed and positioned the book on top of him. His torch pointed directly at the book. The book cover had some written text that virtually seemed to be penned in red, but he would look more into it after finishing the book. He thought. He turned the book to the first page;

I've had soothing tea, I've smoked a joint provided by a fellow hippie downstairs… I've tried literally everything, but hello, insomnia, feel free, since you insist! I look at the furniture in the room, whose shadows are like animals moving strangely in the dark. But that doesn't scare me, it makes me bored. To top it off, Loretta is snoring like an angel in the next bed. So jealous! On his headboard, a book whose new title catches my attention. I remember how effective the reading was in returning my dream and I risk trying the same strategy again. Carefully, I take the book from Loretta's bedside table and turn on a dim light on my cell phone so I can read under the blanket. I know it's no

For now, she didn't even want to wonder what would happen if aunt Margareth finds out about her feelings. Selene stretched first, then slowly dragged herself off the bed, her eyes immediately fixed on the Book of Magic that was lying down on the desk, the one she had gotten from aunt Meredith yesterday. Selene took it gently in her hands and sat on the edge of the bed, setting the bulky volume on her lap, and flipped through the book several times. Afer the fourth time she stopped at a page that showed a portrait of a man with ebony, half-length hair, in a long black coat... The face itself seemed familiar at once, but when Selene saw his eyes - dark and captivating like two black holes, she

charged. I sat in my swivel chair, cracked open the book to the dog-eared page, and let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. “His hand slid up her thigh, the friction of his palm against her lace stockings making her gasp...” I shifted in my seat. My own thighs felt suddenly tight...restrictive. I looked around. The emergency lights casted long, flickering shadows down the aisles of Biographies and True Crime. No one was here. The janitorial staff had finished the north wing an hour ago.

"It's not that easy! I can't just go blam and take out Grocer Outlet. What would that even do? Kill some people? That won't kill their boss. That won't take out the darkness!" "So, you're just going to sit in here and read books?" "Yes, that's exactly what I'm going to do until I figure something else or you come up with a better plan." Liam growled and disappeared up the stairs. I slammed a book down on the table. I was feeling just as helpless as he was. I wanted to go in and fight, just like him. But the darkness was smart. It always had a plan, and if I didn't understand what it was up to, it would be a slaughter.

Stan’s expression light up the moment I mention my book. "Wait, you were the writer of ’Live your life?’ That book was a philosophical breakthrough; it was able to speak the truth about the flaws of our society. It was a real eye-opener. I am a big fan," His confession makes me gleam. I didn't even know that he's a reader of my books. "Why, thank you. People always got angry at me because of how ’contradicting’ it was because I am a Christian," I explain.

He just crept up behind me when I was looking out the window and did it. ~~~~ The next day when I woke up, it just felt odd. I felt like I rested for too long. That's when I looked at the small table beside the bed. Four books were there. Stacked up. I quickly got up and saw the time. My eyes widened in shock. It was eight at night!! That made me realize that the Dark Prince had already gone for war. I sat on the bed trying to shake the tiredness away. That's when I heard a knock.

"I do not think I will unpack you tonight. Tomorrow will do." I lay down on the bed and turned off the main light, leaving only the side lamp glowing with soft orange light. I started reviewing my lessons, my pen dancing over the paper, until my head grew heavy. I yawned, stretching my arms up, hearing my bones crack softly. Time passed. My eyelids grew heavy like lead. I surrendered to exhaustion. Books were scattered over my stomach. The blanket was wrapped around me messily. A cold draft brushed my exposed belly. I shivered and pulled my knees closer, searching for warmth.