Negative Space Novel Novels & Stories

I was inspired by Eoin Colfer and fused his style with my own and in fantasy genre. And lastly as for another work on Goodnovel.com I've a contemporary romance I'd love to suggest because now I'm aware of the flash forward style of GN. It's entitled as "Winning Over The Cold Heiress." Thank you~

The faces around me were familiar but distant, and the smiles and well-wishes only served to remind me of the enigmatic world I had been thrust into. I made my way through the lavish ballroom, dodging well-meaning relatives and friends who wished me happiness on my special day. But my thoughts kept drifting to the obsidian stones that once adorned my wrist and the secrets they held. I longed for the enigmatic presence of Hayden, the ruler of the mythological Underworld. As I stepped out into the garden, I was greeted by the gentle night breeze, a stark contrast to the opulence inside. The garden was empty, quiet, and bathed in soft moonlight. It was a sanctuary from the chaos of the party, a

BIOGRAPHY Mercedes M. Yardley is a dark fantasist who wears stilettos, red lipstick, and poisonous flowers in her hair. She is the author of the short story collection Beautiful Sorrows, the novellas Apocalyptic Montessa and Nuclear Lulu: A Tale of Atomic Love and Little Dead Red, and the novels Nameless: The Darkness Comes and Pretty Little Dead Girls: A Novel of Murder and Whimsy. She often speaks at conferences and teaches workshops on several subjects, including personal branding and how to write a novel in stolen moments. Mercedes lives and works in Sin City with her family and menagerie of Strange and Unusual Pets. You can reach her at www.abrokenlaptop.com.

Serena wasn't dead. Death would have been a mercy. On a moonless midnight, a nondescript black cargo plane took off from New York. Serena, sedated and treated like damaged goods, was tossed into the cargo hold. She was sent to a mental hospital deep in the Siberian wilderness. A place with no windows, no visitors, just endless cold and loneliness. For Serena, who once lived in haute couture and sipped Evian, it was a hell far worse than any abyss.

“Oh?” “Yes. The darkness from beyond night itself wishes bad things, don’t you know?” Ralta smiled. “Then we shall crush them and their hairy pets. This time, we will be ready and will be coming for them. I do so detest being the southbound end of a northbound female dog.” ***

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

Judy didn't think having a bookshelf full of books so close to a fireplace was a good idea, but they managed to make it work. “All right, what exactly were you hoping to discuss? ” Cecily inquired, settling back in a chair near the bookcase. In front of her was a coffee table with a smartphone and a laptop on it. The two machines felt out of place in such an old environment, as if they were spoiling the aesthetics. Cecily took a cup of coffee from the table and sipped it. She took a sip after blowing off the steam that was dancing around the cup.

“Humans can’t sense that, though.” “No, but the energy makes them uneasy. It’s like a natural defense mechanism that drives them away from anything supernatural.” Lucas nods, and Natalie looks up, relief on her face when she sees me. “Callie Martin, right?” She extends her hand to shake. “You own that cute little bookstore called Novel Grounds downtown, right?” “Right.” “That’s what I thought. I’ve been meaning to stop in and grab Erin Rylie’s latest book.” “We have it, and it’s good. I read it in one sitting.”

She told me that there will be a design competition in two months and she is preparing for it. Tired. Her attitude was very relaxed, as if Will was really an ordinary work partner of hers, rather than the ex- girlfriend I heard, dared to take home, and made trouble in the house. People will always be emotionally affected by things around them. Just like yesterday, I started a narrative novel with a sad theme. When I finished reading it at night, my whole body was exuding negative energy. It seems that I can find a little bit of my past in the heroine, but if I think about it carefully, I can see how we are similar.

Holding the nightdress, she walked out. Her gaze was a little unfocused, her thoughts still tangled in those chapters. She could not help recalling Patricia’s words about fifty thousand words of uncensored content. What she had read in the app already made her heart race. So the uncensored version. Realizing what she was thinking, Evelyn quickly pinched her cheek. No matter how bored she was in the future, she would never open Patricia’s novels again. They were toxic. Nicholas pushed open the frosted glass door, a towel wrapped around his waist, and stepped out of the bathroom.