Novel Bright Novels & Stories

I found him in the attic sitting on one of the seats that the room provided. I sank into the seat next to his and relaxed in it. The attic had glass walls, the lights were off. The moon lit up the room dimly but it was enough for now. He turned when I sat next to him and looked at me with intense eyes. He looked at me like a blind man seeing the sun for the first time, like I was a reward handed to him on a silver platter.

"It's not that easy! I can't just go blam and take out Grocer Outlet. What would that even do? Kill some people? That won't kill their boss. That won't take out the darkness!" "So, you're just going to sit in here and read books?" "Yes, that's exactly what I'm going to do until I figure something else or you come up with a better plan." Liam growled and disappeared up the stairs. I slammed a book down on the table. I was feeling just as helpless as he was. I wanted to go in and fight, just like him. But the darkness was smart. It always had a plan, and if I didn't understand what it was up to, it would be a slaughter.

It cradled. She closed her eyes. Lux… Light… The first element in every story she had written back on Earth. Light that found broken girls and offered them another chance. Light is your heart, Kael had told her. She reached inward. Her Luminous core responded. Lux pulsed faintly—warm, quiet, like a shy flame at dawn. Caligo pulsed beside it—deep, shadowed, and silent for now. She focused on the warm one. “I survived,” she whispered in her mind. “Both of us did. Luna and Alessia. We’re still here.”

When I struck the match in my cramped rental apartment, my whole body trembled with excitement. I could not believe the truth was so close to me all along, and yet it had taken me so long to figure it out. The second the flame went out, I caught a glimpse of a tiny red dot flashing outside the window. I calmly held up the burned-out matchstick and made sure she could capture it on camera. Then, I texted Vera. [I've already made my third wish. In a few days, you'll definitely come begging me to spare you.]

But Lara did… and it hurt her more than what he did to her three years back. Since she was left alone by Christophe and Francine, she went off to explore after dinner, wandering through beautifully furnished and decorated reception rooms that were lifeless. Lara was delighted to come upon a library and, locating the English section, selected ‘Jane Eyre’, her favorite. She hadn’t read it for several years. But Charlotte Brontë failed her for the very first time. Lara found it impossible to concentrate. Standing up again, she cast the book aside and stepped through the curtains to open the French windows that featured in virtually every room. She walked along the terrace. As Lara passed by ope

Was my ego so wounded that I couldn’t stand the idea of him losing interest in me? I looked up and met his gaze. Bright was looking at me too, but his expression was different. He seemed… uncomfortable. As if he didn’t know what to say or how to react. And that only made things worse for me. His discomfort was an answer to my doubts. Bright already had a new conquest. I wasn’t surprised. But what did surprise me was that he had saved her contact with a heart. Why would he save her with a heart? “It’s... a work message,” he said, looking away.

“Well, Zeke’s a nice enough guy but maybe not the sharpest needle in the haystack. One of many reasons we only briefly dated.” The two dug into their meals, and Brad had to admit to himself that Bias was right, the food was absolutely delicious. Spicy and flavorful. Bias was scarfing down his food as if he were going into hibernation soon. “Speaking of you being a famous writer,” Bias said when he finally came up for air, “after you left Book Lady yesterday, I picked up another one of your books.” “Really? Which one?” “The collection, Dark Corners. I read the first four stories before bed last night, and I have to say I really enjoyed them.”

"WHAT ARE you doing? Sit still," Bright ordered me, clicking on a button she had in her pocket. I yelled, biting my lower lip at what she had just done. Before we came out of the stall, Bright managed to slip in something from inside of me. "B-Bright," I called out to her, holding onto the hem of her dress. I couldn't explain the feeling inside of me as I felt the device stir my insides. "Quiet, Queen," she responded, and immediately pushed the wheelchair towards the lounge of the mall.

"I'm just kidding. You know I'll do anything for you, right? You can do anything you want with me as long as it doesn't involve another woman.. or gay." I stand, rolling my shoulders again, trying to shake off the tension. “You’re thinking too much. I just find him… interesting.” That’s the truth. Bright isn’t like the others. He’s sharp, reckless, stubborn as hell. And somehow, he’s gotten under Cole’s skin in a way no one else ever has. That alone makes him valuable. But I don’t say any of that. Instead, I turn back to the maid, my smirk returning. “Now, are you just here to talk, or are you here for something else?”

To my dismay, there is not a window washer on shift right now. I sigh and pick up my phone, seeing that there wasn’t a scratch. I unlock it and see that everyone in my contacts has texted me, extending their congratulations. I even got some money from various corporations as a wedding gift. Of course, I wouldn’t give it back if they are congratulating me so generously. Maybe getting married isn’t too bad. A knock on the door makes me look up from my phone, and I check the time, seeing that it is still early. No one should be here yet. I cross the room and open the door, revealing my brother with a plate of waffles in his hands.