Limelight Novels & Stories

The chandelier above the ballroom of the Silom Gala was a sprawling, glittering spiderweb of glass that looked, to Pim’s hyper-focused eyes, exactly like a neural network. She stood on the balcony, the taste of cheap champagne metallic on her tongue, her eyes darting between the real-time ticker scrolling across her augmented reality overlay and the slow-motion, opulent decay of the city’s elite below.

The blue light of millions of smartphone screens illuminated the night like a digital plague. In a plush, white-marbled penthouse high above the city, Luna was in the middle of the performance of her life. She leaned into the camera of her high-end ring light, her features softened by a mourning filter that made her skin look like translucent porcelain.

The emerald gown shimmered under the gala lights as Lila stepped out of the black limo. Marcus’s hand stayed firm on the small of her back, thumb stroking the silk through the high slit. Cameras flashed like lightning. The red carpet stretched ahead of them, lined with reporters and guests in designer evening wear. Whispers rippled through the crowd the moment they appeared together.

This man who had come to Edinburgh on a Thursday for a planning committee for a building that was nothing to do with him except that he’d decided it was. She thought about months of Saturday visits. About the specific quality of attention he paid. About the Sunday table and where she ended up on it. She thought about Leila’s text this morning. Tell me the moment you know. I want to know the moment you know. She looked at her phone. Typed. We got it. Leila’s reply came in seconds. Not words. Just one thing. A photograph. Leila. In her Glasgow flat. At the window. The specific Glasgow light coming through.

The Uninvited Dragon The crystal chandeliers in the main hall of The Savoy cast a dazzling light over the perfectly polished marble dance floor. Tonight, Lumiere Industries was celebrating the launch of its newest AI division, a move that had sent shockwaves through London’s stock market. However, the main attraction was not the technology, but the woman standing beside the CEO, Julian Lumiere. Liora known to the world tonight as "Elaine White" looked stunning in an elegant midnight blue gown with an open back design.

Lucian Moretti – POV The main hall was a spectacle of manufactured elegance. Crystal chandeliers blazed overhead, their light glinting off champagne flutes and the diamond-hard smiles of the city’s elite. The air thrummed with the sound of a string quartet and the low murmur of calculated conversation. It was a beautiful lie, and I was its centerpiece.

Liliana was in her element. She moved through the pre-event chaos with a serene, unshakable authority, a clipboard held like a royal scepter. “No,” she said calmly to a flustered lighting technician. “The uplighting on the west columns should be a soft champagne, not that ghastly yellow. We’re creating an atmosphere of timeless elegance, not a crime scene.” “And you,” she said, turning to a catering manager, “the canapés will be served on silver trays, not wood. This is a billion-dollar launch, not a rustic barn wedding. Please correct it.”

She downplayed it with modest clarity. They both forgot the noise around them. For a brief moment, they looked like two people who understood each other instinctively. Lucinda watched from behind a curtain, shaking. “She’s ruining everything… Mother was right… I need to make her fall. Now.” Lucinda slipped into the backstage operations room, heart pounding. Her hired men had already infiltrated the lighting controls, waiting for her cue. The plan was simple: Right as Sheraphina stepped onstage to present the charity summary, ⚠️ The spotlight would overload—

There is a bonfire in the distance, and I can make out three figures, Kylo, Alpha King Leonard, and someone I haven’t seen before. “Savannah so nice to see you again and you look better than the last time I saw you. This is our witch Merida who does our warrior brands. It is a simple process; you are getting the brand on your wrist and then she casts a spell on you and your team and then on me to seal the bond. This won’t hurt I promise” Alpha Leonard says to me with a gentle smile.

He said, "I was the one who signed off on the cornea donation to you, and it's got nothing to do with you!" He spun around, his eyes seething with disgust for my mother, dark and menacing. "Mrs. Carden, the only reason I'm even giving you the time of day is because you're Yocelyn's mother!" His voice turned icy, each word deliberate, "However, that's no excuse to push Amelia around! "Your daughter Yocelyn is alive today only because I'm shelling out a fortune every month to keep her going. Without me, she'd be gone. So what if I want her eyes?!