Novel Lighting Novels & Stories

The living room once filled with soft sunlight streaming through the large windows, casting a warm glow on the stylish furniture and decor, suddenly and slowly darkened as a gentle beep emanates from a small remote control. Lucifer watched as the room transforms before his eyes. The blinds slowly shut, carefully aligning themselves in perfect unison. Darkening shadows consume the room, creating an ambiance of tranquility and privacy. The natural light was replaced by a soft glow from the carefully selected LED lights embedded in the ceiling. The room was enveloped in a calm, intimate atmosphere, soothing both mind and body. "Your sister is one hell of a hottie," Lucifer smirked at Alexa who

Author’s POV The room was dimly lit, not by necessity, but by design. Heavy curtains draped over the tall windows, shutting out the city lights that flickered beyond the glass, leaving only the soft amber glow of recessed lighting to shape the space. Shadows clung to the corners, stretching and settling like silent witnesses to everything that unfolded within those walls.

The next day, Nadir woke up in the early morning. The sun was breaking through the slits in the louvers, filling the entire living room with its rays. - I don't think I'll ever get used to it.- she said to herself, rubbing eyes lightly with her hand.

A lone shelf stood against one wall, showcasing papers upon papers of what she relieved to be office documents. The lighting, a subtle interplay of shadows and illumination, added depth to the bunker's aesthetic. Recessed fixtures cast a soft glow across the room, their muted warmth in perfect harmony with the grayscale palette. Ashley noted how the strategic placement of lights accentuated certain elements, allowing the monochrome environment to reveal its nuances in stages.

"Good thing Nova's asleep, she'd have totally freaked out now." "She's afraid of the dark, too?" "She still sleeps with a nightlight, so…yes." I found a flashlight in a kitchen drawer and switched it on, opening a cabinet to find Genevieve's candles. I took a few and set them on the counter, retrieving matches from another drawer. I lit the candles and set them all around the kitchen, putting a few in the living room in case Nova woke up. "Do you know what I just thought of," Eric said, the light of the candles casting a soft glow on his skin.

"My grandmother told me from childhood that there is a terrible evil lurking in the dark, so I should beware of the darkness... So I have always been afraid of the dark. I always came home before dusk and asked my mother not to turn off the light in my room. Then she would light a candle for me and put it on the bedside table next to my bed to save electricity. I stared at that flame and felt safe, as if some invisible force hidden within that flame was watching over me, protecting from all evil. However, the darkness caught me then in my dreams, it lurked, hiding in its depths overgrown creatures with huge teeth, long claws and wild eyesight. Chased by these terrible creations of my childho

So instead I grin wolfishly and say, “So I can watch.” She throws a pillow at my head. But she also leaves the bathroom door open when she goes into shower. I don’t need to be invited twice. A half hour later we both step back into my bedroom freshly showered and freshly fucked. It takes me a moment to realize why the lighting in the room feels different. Nicole gasps. “It’s snowing.” She’s right. One side of my bedroom walls is covered in large, antique windows and outside, fat white snowflakes fall softly.The snow turns the other apartment buildings and skyscrapers into a beautiful mirage.

Instead, I discover her engaged in a lively poker game with a group of my men, while a small crowd gathers around to observe the excitement. The primary overhead lighting has been switched off, leaving only a pendant light above the table to cast its glow. This deliberate choice of illumination creates a captivating film noir atmosphere within the room. I pause at the bar to pour myself a drink, then casually lean against a nearby wall, attentively observing the scene unfolding before me.

However, I realized that if not for my clear, bright eyes, I might have left the world two years ago. I guessed my death was the reason that my soul could finally drift away from the hospital room that had been my cage. I followed my mother, my ghostly eyes wide as I watched her sort through the mess I had left behind. My mother, who always took such pride in her looks and never seemed a day over 50, had aged a decade overnight, and her hair turned to silver. Her shaky, frail silhouette made my heart feel like it was being crushed. The day they closed my account with the world was bright and sunny. The harsh sun seemed to weigh heavily on my mother's hunched shoulders.