Meet Me In The Dark Novels & Stories

Now he's confused, and doesn't know if we met or not. I pinch my brows. What the fuck? It's Rheagar. Reply to him however you think is best. I exhale deeply, then type a reply. How did he get my number? This is getting scary. Me: Couldn't give a hint. He would kill me before anything else happened. Unknown: You're smart. I like you. Disgust grabs me by the chest. "Well I hate you, bitch." Unknown: Meet me tomorrow at the park. Ten PM. Don't be late.

dammit, now I couldn’t even remember how to form a response. Finn smiled before removing his hand, “it’s distracting touching each other, isn’t it?” I chuckled softly, “that’s one way to put it. It’s like everything is driving us towards each other.” My phone dinged in my pocket, and I pulled out my phone to see who it was. I felt that color drain from my face as I read the message from the unknown number. Meet me at midnight tonight in the alley of the blood bar you attended the other night.

It was clear that something far deeper and more sinister was at play. When I arrived at the office the next morning, my phone buzzed with a new notification. It was from an unknown number, the message short and to the point: *"Meet me at The Hudson tonight. 7 PM. Daniel Blackwood."* The message was unmistakably clear—Daniel wanted to see me.

Maya Pov The note burned in my hand beneath the table, those words replaying in my mind over and over. *Meet me in the garden at midnight. Come alone. -L. Leo wanted to speak with me privately, away from his father's watchful eyes and the pack's curious stares. Every rational part of me knew this could be a trap, another manipulation in Marcus's twisted game. But something deeper pulled at me, something I couldn't explain or ignore.

I was already losing mental clarity. I hugged Oliver fiercely, pressing my head to his heart. "Oli, do you remember what we said before? We said that we wanted to get married in Slovegia and that we wanted to see the northern lights. Well, we're here now…" Even I wasn't sure what I'd said after that. Only when Oliver started calling my name over and over again did I finally see his face clearly. He was such an ugly crier. I asked Oliver to find me some alcohol, telling him that I wanted to drink.

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- HAZEL - It’s dark. I am walking down a hallway I’m well accustomed to without any source of light. None in my hand, not even my phone, and none in the building. I just know where I’m headed. I’m going to meet someone. The last person I’d actually ever want to meet but I don’t have much of a choice in this matter because I’m not that privileged.

I grabbed my cell phone and called dark, “are you sleeping?” “No, I was preparing for the wedding.” dark said. “No, we will delay the wedding for a couple of days. Now listen to me. I want you to come and meet me in Zachary castle now. Don’t be late. We need to talk, it’s urgent.” I informed Alpha dark, and I hung up. I sighed and jumped into my car, driving as fast as possible, and in a few minutes, I was in Zachary castle. Everyone greeted me, but I didn’t look at anyone. I wanted to end everything like man-to-man, Alpha-to Alpha, and get into my plan.

“Because once you see the full darkness, Alessia… there is no return. You won’t just hate me. You’ll hate yourself for ever loving me.” Her breath caught. But her chin lifted. “Then show me.” The raw agony in his eyes made her chest ache, but she didn’t move. “Tomorrow night,” he whispered. “Meet me in the old chapel. After midnight. Alone.” “Why there?” “Because that’s where this began. And where it must end.” His voice was rough now, fraying at the edges. “After tomorrow, there will be no more shadows between us. Only truth.” She nodded once, tight and small.

A moment later Abel drives into my apartment building. It is a couple of minutes to midnight and I’m just glad tomorrow is a weekend because there is no way in hell I will be waking up early. We agreed with Clay that we will meet up tomorrow evening and I’m planning to sleep in the better part of the morning before driving there. “Thank you for the ride,” I say as I reach for my bag to step out but he stops me. “Aren’t you going to invite me in?” He asks and I’m taken a little back by that, but I shrug.