Novel & Cerita Lights Out Book Review

The chest that was still bare and undeniably enticing. “This is the only time I’m a fan of lights-out in the bedroom.” It was an easy comment made seconds before he leaned over and hit the button that turned off both bedside lamps simultaneously. The room went dark and Chloe’s heart began to pound a different rhythm. It wasn’t a totally unfamiliar feeling but one that she didn’t welcome now. She pulled the covers up, tucking them tight beneath her armpits, and closed her eyes. She could do this. She could sleep in the same bed with a guy....There was nothing she couldn’t do...

The cold hardwood floor under my feet sent shivers up my spine as I pulled the chair and sat down. The only lighting was my dim bedside lamp and it would just not do for reading so I switched on the table lamp. The book was old, yellowing and crumpled from being stuffed in my bag. I wondered where on earth Miss Mausley found this book. I won't be surprised if it turned out to be a spell book. In an effort to procrastinate more I pushed my curtains back and gazed out into the night through the open window. The night was cool and filled with crickets. Indy's bedroom was directly visible across the street. Her light was off indicating she was probably asleep.

And somewhere in the shadows of my quiet apartment, something very old… stirred. I finally summoned courage to slam the book shut with a sharp snap that echoed through my quiet apartment. My heart was racing, skin flushed hot despite the cool rain still pattering against the windows. That invisible presence lingered in the air like heavy incense — thick, masculine, and far too interested. I couldn’t explain it, but every instinct screamed that opening that book any further tonight would be dangerous. “No,” I whispered to the empty room. “Not tonight.”

I looked back at the pages of the book, wrapping myself more closely in the gray scarf Oliver had given me for Christmas. However, I was not allowed to return to the land depicted in the story from my book, because I sensed a strangely familiar aura that was getting closer and closer to our property. My first thought was mother, because the structure of the aura was very similar, but a few details did not match. I put the book on the table and lifted the blanket from my lap, setting it aside, before giving Oliver a meaningful look. He must have sensed the aura as well, as was already taking Alex in his arms and then walking towards the gazebo, where Oliver sat him down on the bench next to m

Bonus Chapter 2 – First Time Under the Lights (Dante POV) The dorm was too small. Always had been. But tonight it felt like a cage—walls pressing in, air thick with the faint lavender smoke from Eli’s candle and the lingering musk of my post-practice sweat still clinging to my skin. The overhead light was off; only the fairy lights he’d strung up weeks ago glowed—soft golden strands looped across the headboard, draped over the dresser, taped along the mirror frame. They turned the cheap cinder-block room into something warmer, something intimate, something that felt dangerously like ours.

Winter is definitely approaching quickly. I thought it was going to be difficult to light the fireplace but the moment I held the lighter close to the wood it lit up. I sat down on the floor so that I could be close to the fire. I glanced at the clock, 6:15pm. I leaned over and grabbed the first book from the couch. The lightening thief. Maybe I could read one chapter and go and try to sleep. It was already 9 pm, and I was really tired, but the book was so interesting, demigods, minotaurs, camp half blood ...

I also had to be self-conscious about the fact that someone came all the way here to murder Jared in my room and that was messed up. I opened the first page of the book but closed it a moment later, it was three am now and the only thing I wanted to do was get some rest as much as I was anxious to know the contents of the book. I was mentally and physically exhausted from the emotional circus I had to face the entire day. I kept the book in the drawer and locked it before I got into bed, it didn’t too long before I had fallen asleep but boy, I was not ready for what I would meet when I got up.

The Darkness said, revealing it was just another mind game. I shivered as I sat against the cool wall and resumed my humming, knowing the illusion that had taken place would haunt my dreams as the rest had before as no where was safe. ____________________ This book is the property of Ulliend Musings and its brand. It is only to be promoted or disturbed by approved formats such as Goodnovel.

It only looked like one in the dark, and . He frowned. It was getting dark. Odd, because moments ago the diner blazed with light. As he looked around he realized with cold shock that it had gotten much darker than it had been minutes before, the diner’s lights dimming, as if on the verge of blacking out entirely. He looked back at the book on the counter. No, that’s stupid. It’s not a book. It’s an account register; a ledger . . . but it’s not a book, no way.

As if my friends will betray me. I decided to just take a walk. Walking along the spaces between each shelves, I graced my hand to every book I'll pass through. It's already evening, so there are only few students in the library, particularly the shelves section. They are all on their own tables, busy doing things. I went to the section that light couldn't reach anymore. I love the darkness. I grew up having darkness as my own comfort. If other people feel safe with light, I feel safe in the dark.