Novel Bright Novels & Stories

"I don't know, I'm overwhelmed and in love with you and suddenly envisioning a mini-you with crazy hair and an opinion about throw pillows." She laughed once more. "Oh my God, Helena's going to blow. Literally. Implode. Reboot." "I think this is how worlds get destroyed," he breathed in awe. "Not with a bang, but with the words: You're going to be a great-grandmother." The Next Morning It was Brenna who saw it first. "You're glowing," she told Lily, squinting suspiciously at her over the rim of a cup of tea in the sunroom. "But also green. Are you glowing… or being ill?"

But her bright smile and sweet personality got rid of any negative thoughts that I had. Christine Gyamfi Stanzolio is the Light to my Shadow.

~ Brianne’s Raye POV I felt a very soft feeling on my body, I could hear the gentle sound of waves. I frown as I tried to find where the direction is it coming from, I slowly tried to open her eyes. But I felt like her eyelid are too heavy to be able to stay open. A very bright light blinded me making me groan as it made me close my eyes shut again, I force myself to open my eyes and look on the other way of the light. I slowly tried to familiarize myself and think about where am I, the place felt comfortable and familiar.

With that, Rio got into the driver’s seat and drove me away. "Nina, we’ve found a pair of corneas that’s a match for you." When I heard Rio’s words, I felt genuinely happy. It felt like all the pain from the past was slowly healing, and at long last, I was about to start a new life.

- she said to herself, rubbing eyes lightly with her hand. After all, Nadir had spent all her life in the Underworld, and to feed she would always go out at night, returning before sunrise, so she was not used to it, and the sun's rays striking her eyes were not pleasant. Nadir got up and pulled the blinds all the way down, then folded the couch she slept on and stowed the sheets in it.

I just bottled up what happened and kept it moving Tory was the only one I talked to and vice versa that made us become closer I really feel like she’s my brother mate and scared to find out I plan on getting them around each other to find out but Tory doesn’t let much slip past her other then the dreams and my behavior lately no one even noticed anything was wrong but inside I was dying in darkness stuck in my own mind not knowing what to do afterwards I didn’t want to get in trouble for leaving pack lands My father would never let me leave his site again if he found out I felt as if I was spiraling out of control trying to keep it to myself but now I see the light A Red Burning light and a

That would start with this unnecessarily kind one. "Um, wait a second. What's your name? I don't want to call you the food fairy forever." "Oh, did I not introduce myself? I'm Bright. The ship's navigator." He pointed upward. "I read the stars and find our way when I'm not running errands. Later, I will bring you more things. Veggies. Milk. Do you eat meat?" Bright bent down, making eye contact with Spitfire. "We'll do our best but you both really should be with the sires right now, Hea-re-re."

Eden’s POV “Brighton, NO!” Brinsle’s shrill shriek rang out through the air. The bolt of light hit Beta Brighton. His body went rigid, his eyes wide. Then he fell to the ground, just like her lover had in her memory. I gasped, as did Astrid. That bolt of light was meant for Astrid. Brinsle had just tried to kill Astrid. But Beta Brighton had blocked Astrid, taking the hit himself instead.

I really wanted to meet his sister. “I found a new book for you,” Nicolais interrupted. My gaze shifted to him, and I saw a new expression—one I hadn’t seen before. Jealousy. Was he jealous of my conversation with Sicca? “It’s right there,” he said, pointing beside my plate, where a sky-blue book lay quiet and waiting. “It’s fiction.” “Thank you so much,” I smiled at him as I picked up the book. “What’s it about?” “It’s a fairytale,” he explained, “I figured you might like that.”

Claire woke to sunlight streaming through floor-to-ceiling windows and, for a confused moment, didn't remember where she was. The silk sheets, the soft mattress, the faint scent of expensive lavender - none of it belonged to her cramped apartment. Then it all came rushing back: the gala, the dancing, Caroline's cold assessment, Vanessa's unexpected kindness. And the way Damian had looked at her when they danced, like she was the only person in the room. Her phone buzzed insistently on the nightstand. She grabbed it, squinting at the screen through sleep-blurred eyes.