Misteri Gloomy Sunday Novels & Stories

When he arrived, the rest of the memories came rushing back in Andrew's head. There was a long silence when Andrew came into the room. Looking into each other's eyes, the man opened the conversation. "How have you been, Jonathan?" Another pain has struck Andrew's heart when he heard the name Jonathan, once again. "Honestly, Sir, I don't know how to answer the question." "Please take a seat." The man took a huge sigh as if it was too hard to continue the conversation. "Sunny.... she woke up this morning..." Andrew was stunned. He gathered himself, cleared his throat.

he continued and leaned towards the table " I'm here to put an end to your sorry existence, the people you've murdered, lives that you have destroyed, " sunday said in a low tone, almost a whisper, but made sure Fasting heard every single word, and immediately Fasting's men heard what he said, they tried to react, but Fasting stopped them "You're going to pay for all of that... Sunday said and leaned back into his seat, " time to pay the Piper " . As soon as Sunday finished speaking, there was a dead silence, Susan and Reuben both looked at each other and then back at Fasting and his men, Sunday had said everything, the entire plan was ruined, and now, so was the chances of them walking out

but then he answered, briefly. Demie nodded and quietly followed. He didn't seem to want to talk to anyone, so she didn't bother to talk again. As Sandro dragged his two pieces of luggage, Demie couldn't help but glance at the whole man. He was no longer wearing a blazer and his polo sleeves were rolled up. Demie was staring at his bottom as if she was being called to slap it, so Demie swallowed hard and do the sign of the cross because that's what she's been thinking since she met this man closely. But this is a good sign for her, she needs this to make it easier for her to carry out her plan.

“Gather the men and don’t make me repeat myself again.” “Fine! What’s the plan?” “We’re barging in tonight.” Dan's mouth gapes at the shocking revelation. “Tonight’s a full moon.” I completely shun him by saying, "Don't forget. I need all the men to gather in the underground parking lot at the office building at 6 PM. We'll attack half an hour before the moon rises. Incur a delay, and I will kill you."

It was the kind of Christmas Eve I had always loved; cozy, familiar, safe. "Werewolves." My cousin whispered dramatically, leaning forward so the younger kids hung on her every word. "They hunt in the night, their eyes glowing red, their claws sharp enough to tear through bone. And when they catch you..." She paused, lowering her voice to a chilling whisper. "...They drink your blood and turn you into werewolves!!" The children shrieked in unison, clutching each other, their wide eyes reflecting the firelight. My cousin burst into laughter, clearly pleased with herself.

Soon. The café was quiet for a Friday night, the hum of the espresso machine the only sound cutting through the low murmur of late-night patrons. Nathan sat across from Elder Alice, his untouched coffee cooling between his palms. She watched him with knowing eyes, her silver-streaked braid draped over one shoulder, the beads woven into it clicking softly as she stirred her tea. He exhaled, fingers tightening around the stolen book in his lap. "Alice," he began, voice rough from lack of sleep. "I need to ask you about something."

Jane's POV Living in William Martin’s luxurious penthouse was gradually starting to feel… routine. And honestly, that was the oddest part of it all. I woke up on Sunday morning to sunlight streaming across the floor and the soft buzz of the city beneath me. For a brief moment, I lost track of where I was. I forgot about the scandal, the contract, work and the man who was somewhere down the hall, asleep. Then the memories came flooding back. But instead of feeling overwhelmed… I felt strangely at ease.

I woke up from the lickings on my nether regions. An involuntarily moan escaped from my lip, informing Alexander about my awakening. He lifted his face and smiled at me. “Buongiorno (good morning), beautiful!” And I looked down at him with half-opened eyes. “Good morning to you too. What are you doing, down there?!” I asked although I knew about it so well. And his sinister smirk made my toes curl.

I asked. “Mind your fucking business.” Gladstone said. “It is my business. Since I’m probably about to die for it.” I said. Gladstone looked at the Mayor but neither of them said anything. “We’re not going to kill you.” Adams said. “Oh. So, you’re going to leave the dirty work to whatever vampire you’re trying to call? You do realize that they’re probably sleeping, that’s why they’re not answering the phone.” I said. “I didn’t ask for your fucking opinion!” Adams yelled.

He gave me a dimpled smile in return. "Is it true that a man was found dead at The Mixed Community last night?" I heard someone ask. Alix frowned, hearing it too. "Yes. My mom sent a message checking up on me this morning. I'm yet to reply to her. My damn Mistdove isn't back yet. I swear that animal acts human." Xenos replied. Mistdoves and Mistrows were pets that were used to deliver messages anywhere in MistWorld. "You shouldn't have left her without food. She'll be back." Flash responded, patting Xenos on the back in sympathy.