Night The Living Dummy Novels & Stories

Or the floor, or the ground, or up against a wall. I gave a tiny shudder and gave myself a concussion-inducing mental slap. I had to stop thinking about him in such an erotic way. He wasn’t my type and I was certainly not his. I’d seen him in the gossip pages, and at awards events, with blonde bombshells who looked so perfectly put together, they could have been supermodels. Some of them are supermodels. Interestingly, Niamh is a blonde bombshell with her white-blonde hair and stunning figure. I haven’t cracked any mirrors lately but I can safely say I do not look anything like a supermodel. Not even close. I fall into the category of a mousy girl next door. Or maybe a girl down the road, so

He was lying face down, and face up, all at once. I live in that house now. I am the village "fixer." And every night, I listen to the scratching beneath the floorboards. I don't fear the ones that crawl. I fear the ones that wait. Because now I know that the most terrifying thing in the world isn't death—it’s a corpse that refuses to close its eyes.

I swirled a glass of red wine in my hand. Sophia sat beside me, her eyes fixed on the screen. "You knew Ethan would contact her?" I took a sip of wine. "A cornered man will do desperate things. Ethan had nowhere else to go, so he turned to Andrea. Now she wants to kill him." In the footage, Andrea found Ethan hiding in an abandoned warehouse, eating burgers. There were no loan sharks. He had planned to scam her for the last bit of money and run. When he saw her, he still tried to act. "Baby, you finally came… Where's the money?"

I inhale deeply, let the silence settle over me again, and slowly crawl back into bed, hoping sleep will come more gently this time. I jolted upright in bed, my heart pounding. In the dream, I had been standing in a fog-covered alley, surrounded by the muffled sounds of a city that felt both familiar and wrong. Alone stood ten feet away, face half-shadowed, arms trembling as we raised a gun. The barrel pointed directly at Jason, who stood between us with a strange calmness, as if he knew this was coming. I screamed, tried to move, to stop it, but my legs wouldn’t work. Everything slowed to molasses as the sound of the shot cracked through the air, and then she woke.

“I need some water.” “Eliza,” Lucas says pointedly, raising his eyebrows. “Oh for fuck’s sake,” she groans, but isn’t able to hide her fear. She rushes away, presumably going into the bar to get me a cup of water. I move away from the puddle of vomit in the alley and lean against Lucas for support. “Leave it to you to find a hellhound on a girls’ night out,” Naomi quips, eyes still wide. “At least tonight was unforgettable.”

-POV Derby The take-out cartons from the Thai place on 45th Street were scattered across the low glass coffee table, alongside three different printouts of the revised shipping manifests. It was almost ten at night. The cleaning crew down the hall had already finished their pass on the executive wing, leaving the forty-second floor in that deep, absolute quiet that usually signaled it was time to leave. Instead, I was sitting on the edge of the plush leather sofa, my legs tucked under me, laughing so hard my chest actually ached.

Why choose one when you can successfully manage a schedule of seven? --- Against all odds, fighting makes for great bonding. After dinner, Liviel and I walk back to the dorms together like old friends. Since dorms are randomly assigned, Liviel had been living alone in Room 306 until I crashed through the ceiling. By midnight, the dynamic of our room is set. Despite her attempts to adjust to the Academy's schedule, Liviel's vampire instincts make her a chronic night owl. She is currently lounging on the living room sofa, drinking a fresh blood bag and watching a ridiculously gory slasher movie on the flat screen.

Stormfang Camp Dax’s POV The sun hung low, bleeding orange across the smoke choked sky. Embers still glowed in the black skeletons of tents and trees, popping like distant heartbeats. The air was heavy charred pine, wet blood, sweat, and the faint sweet iron tang of victory that never quite felt like victory when bodies were still being carried away. Flame slept in a nest of furs near the central fire, guarded by two of Riven’s most trusted wolves. Her breathing was slow, green light dimmed to a soft pulse under her skin. She’d pushed so hard today her little body had finally given out.

Whiskey. I stepped out of the door and onto the narrow walkway. There were more doors on either side of this one. Probably more bedrooms. It’s a little after three in the morning, so I assume everyone is sleeping, those of them that aren’t on night patrol. Opposite me was a waist high wooden railing. I stepped forward and looked over it. I could see parts of the second floor and another set of stairs that I assume lead to the first floor. I'll get to that soon. I have to clear the top floor first. I crept along the wall, keeping far enough back that I couldn’t be seen by anyone who happened to look up from the second floor. At the next door, I paused and listened. I could make out some soft

He was going to get rid of these monsters completely and save all the people of Diseya. Arsi might have given up, but Wilbur was nowhere near doing that. It was not long before night fell. However, this time, Wilbur did not choose to stand guard in the town. He went out and headed left, trying to see if he would be able to encounter a Night Demon within the twenty kilometers it took to get to Moda. Night Demons were different from zombies. Zombies were beings that lost their original consciousness completely, but the Night Demons still retained theirs when there was light outside. That should mean that shining a light at these monsters would repress them, and the affected person would snap o