Lights Out Novels & Stories

he nods smiling and whispers “This is going to be luxurious…” We reach the stairs that lead to the lower floors of the mansion, the place where I live is a huge mansion with about 3 visible floors, made of tempered glass, it is really luxurious, elegant and minimalist to a certain extent, I am a simple guy but with good taste, it has everything a mansion should have, swimming pool, garage, kitchen, gym, recreation areas, it is a mansion and as ironic as it seems I like the light, at least here, even though I live in a world of darkness.

As they stepped into the cool, damp air of the night, the rain had transformed into a light drizzle, misting the surroundings in a haze. The world outside felt lush and alive, yet ominous with an undercurrent of uncertainty. George led the way, Elora and Maya close behind, each step bringing them closer to a sanctuary that felt both like a refuge and a line crossed. "Stay close," George advised, casting a watchful glance over his shoulder. "We don't know who might be watching."

she adds. "Are the rumors about a monster in the woods true then?" She shakes her head. "We only made it up to keep them away." I nod lightly. My head hurts slightly and I feel sleepy after my little adventure. "I'd love to sleep now," I say to her. She kisses my forehead. "Have some rest pumpkin." I stand from the chair and walk to my room. I remove the sweater and boots and fall on my bed. I close my eyes and all I see is Gabriel's face.

She pulled the blanket up and we all settled into a cool silence. I rolled over to face them. “You forgot to turn off the light.” Toya rolled to face me with a grin. “You’re a bitch, you are lucky I love you.” She slipped out of the bed with mine and Wendy’s laughter chasing her. She clicked off the light, and the soft recessed lighting across the room flickered to life. “Wait, you have a night light?” Toya slipped back into the bed with a smile on her face. “A grown woman with a night light.”

The room is plugged into darkness with only a light bit of light coming from the outside . Liana is laying on the bed , feeling too week and hungry . She doesn’t even has the energy to get up and switch on the lights . Not to mention that she has always been scared of darkness . Nash being aware of that , never left her alone or let her be in dark . Thinking about Nash she hugged the pillow closer to her chest . She has been waiting for him to come home and get her out . But he didn’t came at all . Does he not care about her at all ?

The sunlight seeped in slowly through the linen curtains—warm, golden, and languid. It bathed everything in warm, forgiving hues. Lily woke up for the first time in a long time without the weight of nightmares. No jolts. No screams muffled in her throat. Just breath. Steady. Real.

When Kai leaves I sit up on bed worrying. Suddenly, the lights go off. We were plunged into darkness from a black out. It was then I was used of their plans. This was going to be a massacre. I reach around and find the flashlights I packed for something like this. I leave the flashlight off, so I don’t blow up my cover of pretending to sleep. I really wanted to sleep but I couldn’t, bit with everything going on around me. My eyes were closing when I heard frantic knocks.

"As for your international exhibition, after you stormed out of that dinner with Tamara and offended the investors, I didn’t grovel to fix it. They withdrew. “If you want their backing now, apologize to them yourself. "And you’d better hurry or I might just secure their funding for my future exhibitions instead." He stammered, his bluster evaporating into stunned silence. Done with the conversation, I posted a public announcement: [Official Notice: Rosalind and Henry Shepherd are finalizing their divorce proceedings. No formal management contract exists between them. [For future business inquiries regarding Mr. Shepherd, please contact him directly.]

He slammed the final 'Enter' key. The room went completely, terrifyingly dark. The quiet hum of the Core, the soft whir of the environmental systems, even the distant rumbles of the city powerlines seemed to vanish into a vacuum. For a heartbeat, there was nothing but the raw echo of his own pulse pounding in his skull. Then, a single emergency battery light, struggling under the strain, flickered once more, casting a deep, absolute shadow that made the walls of the penthouse shiver with ghostly depth.

The sudden darkness was like a physical blow. The humming of the laptop died. The glowing screen, which was the only source of light in the room, vanished into a void. Lucas sat perfectly still. His heart was hammering against his ribs. This was not a normal power outage. This was a targeted strike. The loft was on a private and reinforced power grid. For the lights to go out, someone had to physically cut the main line or override the security hub from inside the building.