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“I nodded slowly. That part made sense. “And Lorenzo’s taking me,” I said, sliding off the bed. “Why not Romeo or Antonio…?” His jaw tightened. “I don’t trust Romeo not to fuck half the hospital while he’s supposedly watching you.” I stared at him. Wide-eyed. God. He’d be unbearable as a father. “Romeo’s gay, Adrian,” I said matter-of-factly, rubbing my forehead. “No,” he replied calmly. “Romeo fucks anything with a hole—male, female, inanimate. His brain is a bag of ash, which makes him terrible at keeping you safe… safely.”

Her hands shaking, she tried to tuck my death certificate back into her bag. In a flash, Samuel reached out and ripped the paper in half with a sharp tear. He shredded the half he held into a flurry of pieces. "What's this garbage?" he snapped, his brow furrowed in annoyance. "What's the big deal?" My mother was shaking like a leaf, her eyes red and furious as she screamed at Samuel, "That was Yocelyn's death certificate!" A scrap of paper landed in Samuel's hand. He glanced down to see 'Death Certificate' written in bold, black letters, along with my name.

Dark of Night Copyright 2019 Emily Goodwin Chapter One “What do you see when you look at this one?” The doctor holds up a card, showcasing an ink splotch that’s twisted and creepy, with eyes that follow you no matter where you go. I look at it, heart hammering away inside my chest. The mess of ink on the white paper reminds me of the monster that lurks in Nana and Papa’s basement, the one that tried to get Abby and Scott to go downstairs with it.

My vision blackens at the edges, my legs weakening as I lean heavily against the door. Dominic is there, his presence a steady anchor in the storm of my agony. As if he had been waiting for me, his hand reaches out to catch me before I can fall, his touch a lifeline in the darkness that threatens to engulf me. Without a word, he guides me down to the basement, the cool stone walls closing in around us like a protective cocoon. With every step I take, the pain of the wolf’s bane coursing through my veins intensifies, a relentless torment that threatens to overwhelm me. Each breath is a struggle, each heartbeat a reminder of the poison that now courses through my body. The air is heavy with th

We have a nice selection of them, actually. Along with the journals are some musty cloth-bound editions of classic literary texts. You know the kind. Books which appear antique and valuable but aren’t. Here’s a damp, musty-smelling copy of Benito Cereno, next to a collection of Shakespeare’s plays. Also, several classic editions of Hemingway’s novels. Now here’s something interesting. A diary. Upon opening it, a name scrawled on the inside cover grabs my attention: “Jebediah Bassler.” Of Bassler House? Bassler Road, and Bassler Memorial Library? This is interesting, to say the least.

I hated and appreciated that in equal measure. "Probably not," he agreed, moving into the box with the unhurried confidence of a man who had assessed the risk and decided it was acceptable. He did not sit. He stood at the railing beside my chair, close enough that I was acutely aware of the warmth coming off him, the cedar and darkness of his scent reaching me in the intimate space of the private box. "How are you finding the evening, Mrs. Mason?" "Instructive," I said. "Puccini had a talent for tragedy."

Her voice was trembling with exhaustion, yet her heart pounded with something new and powerful. A love that rooted itself deeper than anything she'd ever known. By her side, Vandaulf smiled and was a bit euphoric himself, still wearing the hospital guest band on his wrist like a badge of honor. "She blinked!" he cried out. "She's a baby," Helena matter-of-factly replied from the armchair. "She's not winking at you, Romeo." "But it was directed at me," he protested, jabbing his finger toward his chest. "You noticed that, Brenna?"

" I asked her and started to stand up. "They had an emergency, so they went back to the site." I nodded as if she can see me. "All right, wait for me. I love you!" then I hang up. I got the box under my bed and stared at the gifts I have there. I think that Raphael is weird, and he's playing with us. Why would he do such? He's so creepy. In this world and time, it isn't easy to trust. I got the violet plastic flowers and cards that he's given me. I segregated them all. I got a card and read the letter inside,

I wouldn't show weakness to him. Romeo dragged me from the bed outside the room with him. "I will show you the evidence. Lets see how much you'll believe Dominick then" Romeo declared. We entered a huge room and Romeo pushed me to the ground, leaving me landing hard on my knees. I groaned out, the pain was excruciating. Soon, a huge display screen appeared in front of us and as he already explained earlier, it was Dominick in the video, shooting young girls dressed in prostitute clothes.

The room fell quiet again then Roman smirked slightly. “His daughter.”Romeo looked amused instantly. “Beautiful too apparently.”Rafael said nothing.Which somehow felt worse...Roman leaned forward slightly. “So what exactly are you planning to do with her?”For the first time that night, something dangerous flickered across Rafael’s face. Then slowly......A dark grin appeared on his lips.