Mrs Vines Dark Winds Novels & Stories

I murmured to myself as the door slowly creaked open, a gush of breeze blowing past my figure, making me blink twice at the dimmed, silent hallways as second thoughts slowly creeped in. Since when the hell did the mansion start to look creepy in the evenings? -----

Black challenged him to laugh making his grown fangs lightly stick out "Greatest" he hissed While they are fighting back violently Renee could finally move her fingertips Then she moved her hand to place it on her bleeding neck, and sat weakly, staring at her Mate who was being punched by John. She got confused, and then she started seeing everything turn red The trees disappear and the color overwhelms them, Zayn and John disappear in front of them until they are surrounded by a red world only And there was nothing else “Kill him.” A woman whispered from behind her, turning around in fear, taking a few steps back

I silently shone my phone's flashlight downward. The light shone on the pink bunny slippers under my bed. They were right where I remembered them to be. The Leah who stood before me was barefoot. How creepy. There was a Leah who could easily move in the dark, but there was also another Leah who was supposed to be wearing her slippers and had night blindness. One of them had flawless skin, while the other had a wound on their face. An absurd thought entered my head, but it was the only explanation that made sense. They were two different people!

Dawn came slowly over the mountains. Soft gray light bled through the tall windows of the safehouse, touching the floor in pale streaks. Outside, the wind moved through the pine trees with a whispering sound that could have been peaceful if not for the weight in the room. Inside, peace did not exist. Lucien sat at the long wooden table, multiple screens glowing around him. Lines of encrypted files and financial records scrolled relentlessly. The truth was finally coming together, and it was worse than he had imagined.

She lived a peaceful, happy life. At that moment, time seemed to freeze. The bustling summit fell silent in their minds. Dean’s hand trembled slightly, making the amber liquid in his glass ripple. The icy mask on his face cracked, revealing a storm of emotion beneath, only to settle into a gray, lifeless void. He could almost see her in a pristine white wedding dress, smiling with a sense of security he had never been able to give her.

My chest heaved and it let out a sigh as the wind skims through my skin. "But if you loved me, why'd you leave me? Take my body, Take my body. All I want is, and all I needed, to find somebody. I'll find somebody like you, ooh." I know it will, they will find me and I will. Heaving a deep sigh, I make my way back inside because the breeze is starting to get colder. I can't help but stare at the paintings that are pefectly placed on the wall. It's not homey, too far from being home.

Dark clouds settled over it, and Susan, with a blazing light around her, sped towards the sea. “Eleanor!” Susan roared, and in that instance, a hole in the sea was made, and she went through, the sea closed. Under the virtual glow of a sunny sky of earth, was Vivian, who laid on a slab of stone raised with little rocks to waist level, and bound, and blindfolded she was. She was in a red gown, her breathing steady, her soul unable to settle as it didn’t know what to expect. A knife, or a life.

I tried to crawl to the door, I heard some maids screaming around the house, it is like the mansion is on fire. "Young master as started is crappy craziness again, I wonder who he's gonna be his next victim again, Yvonne was the first person he killed, you know we find her body on the floor and blood was all over her body,” the maids muttered as I put my ear beside the door to listen to their conversation.

The receptionist clears her throat which snaps Vine back to reality. “Mr. Ross will see you on the 10th floor restaurant.” The receptionist says politely. Vine nods a thank you to her and hurries off to the elevator. Vine exits the elevator and heads to the restaurant. On entering she is shocked to find it empty except for a tall, handsome young man by the window slowly savoring his meal. Her eyes scan his features. Her cheeks blush a bright red as she subconsciously admits his good looks. She steadies her breathing.

My wife Naomi Holden's phone was always on silent mode. Whenever I needed to reach her, the call never went through. My only option was to ask everyone around us, but when every single person gave a different answer, I already knew the truth. She was with him again, the frail man she had never been able to let go of. On our seventh anniversary, we had plans to meet at our usual spot for dinner. Three hours passed, and she still had not shown up. I stood on the street, burning with fever, dialing one number after another. My father picked up, his voice warm and unhurried. "Naomi just came by for dinner. Don't worry, I've got my eye on her for you." A friend working at her company lau