Novel & Cerita Noir

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.

A loud scream tears out of me as I watch in horror as Aaron lays helplessly on the ground and Nick brings down the sword. It’s like time slows, the blade hanging suspended in the air. The snap of a bow from somewhere behind. The whistling of an arrow as it races through the air towards it’s unique victim. Just as the sword slices into Aaron’s abdomen the arrow whizzes over him and embeds itself in Nick’s chest. As Nick releases the sword and staggers backwards time speeds back up. Nick lifts his head as if in shock to find Natalie standing in Ash’s driveway with the bow drawn and a arrow notched. Her hair tumbling down her back, her clothes mattered in blood and grim but her eyes set in a de

Kai was forced to betray the boy he once loved, because of the rules and beliefs he lived by. His Catholic faith told him what they had felt was a sin, and in the end, he was forced to let Vicente go. But Vicente never stayed the same. Broken by the betrayal, he disappeared and left behind the boy Kai once knew. Years later, Vicente returned as a feared mafia leader — powerful, ruthless, and carrying years of anger and pain. He didn’t come back for forgiveness. He came back for revenge. And he would make sure Kai faced the consequences of the choice that destroyed them both — proving that the very thing Kai once called a sin was the one thing Vicente would use to bring him down.

[The Sang Noir Pact] The intake wing of Le Sang Noir was a masterpiece of clinical isolation. It didn't smell like a prison; it smelled like bleach, ozone, and the silent, vibrating hum of high-voltage security. Dante Moretti did not walk toward his cell—he was dragged, his boots scuffing against the seamless white floor, a sharp contrast to the black-and-blue ruin of his ribs.

The fog in Blackwood Glen had a habit of swallowing sounds, turning the evening into a claustrophobic dampness that clung to my jacket. I had been hiking the lower trails when I found it: a sleek, charcoal-colored cat with eyes like burning sulfur. It wasn’t meowing; it was simply sitting on a moss-covered stump, watching me with an intelligence that felt uncomfortably human. Around its neck was a delicate silver collar with a nameplate: Midnight. Below the name was an address just a mile down the trail.

Nora P.O.V. The city’s neon-lit streets pulsed with life, casting their glow across the sleek, tinted windows of our black town car as it moved steadily through the heart of the bustling nightlife. From the back seat, I watched the world speed by, flashes of red, blue, and yellow merging into a chaotic blur. Beside me, Agent Lee, my partner for this operation, sat reviewing the details of tonight’s mission. His sharp, focused gaze never left the screen of the tablet resting on his lap, illuminating his face with a cold, blue hue.

I was getting obsessed with this woman. If I wasn’t obsessed already. “Come,” I said brusquely. My thoughts were taking another dimension that I didn’t want. It was clear that Reine was not the innocent I believed she was. And it was clear that she had just one objective: getting the money she needed for whatever shady deals she had and leaving. The last thing I wanted to do was attach myself to a golddigger. Or to someone that was going to use me and disappear.

The other hand left his mouth and snaked to the door and gave it a light shove, exposing enough light for only him. Jumping inside the room, Nathan plunged the gun out in front of him, looking for any movement. Everything seemed to slow down as my heart pumped in my head louder than the gunshot would be. -

Two huge dark figures approached in the dark and then stepped into the house, his personal bodyguards. I liked to call them Peanut Butter and Jelly, because they’re always together and they go well together. Listen, I was depressed and they fascinated me because they were huge. They didn’t make eye contact, they didn’t talk, until they stepped aside and Octavious entered. When he did, a rush of cold wind blew into the house and Octavious’ eyes casually glanced around the place. Octavious had on full black today, a black trench coat, black leather gloves, black Capone, black shoes…just black.

That doesn't really make sense for her "Jealous much?!" she said chuckling "No Luma, more of a pity" Stella sat down and bang her arms against the bubble wall. “Luan!” Lynx screamed when he heard her call “Are you ok?” Aeriol asked. She nods and smile, making all his worries wash away. He wave his hand sweeping away the shadows coming close to them. “It’s time to get serious” Nathaniel said. He clasp his hand and a ball of fire split itself then mold into guns. He shoot every shadows he sees, while Luma keep generating them using a black tourmaline stone.