One Dark Window Book 3 Novels & Stories

I heard his screams, saw the blood. Moritz's mother ran across the garden before it was torn down. And there was blood again. There was blood everywhere. The noise that the plush made on the fence got bigger and bigger, but I couldn't move. "Gracy." Wynn tugged at my dress, crying. "Gracy, I'm scared." When a window pane rattled, I awoke from my stupor. Climb into the tree house, Papa had called. Where was papa I couldn't see him anymore. But there was blood everywhere for that. And these noises.

one. Deborah was in her room at the time, sitting cross-legged on the bed, reading a book. Suddenly she looked up to the window, feeling someone's eyes on her. A shiver ran down Deborah's body, but she saw no one, only the branch of the tree that lightly touched the window frame swayed steadily. She got up from the bed and walked over to the window. Deborah looked outside to be sure no one is there and closed it with a slight thud, but then she felt watched again. Deborah turned in opposite direction slowly, but saw no one. Suddenly Salvadore fell from the ceiling and immediately straightened, standing on his feet. A soft groan escaped from Deborah's chest at the sight. - I see that you miss

And a roof that defied the grey sky. House oak rest. They found it. Or maybe she had found it. Nobody moved. Because at the same time they noticed something. All the windows of the house were dark. Except for one. Up top. On the third floor. There was light. Warm. Golden. And there was a shape in the window. Too far away to see her face. But she slowly lifted her hand. Like she's been expecting her. Then she disappeared. And deep out of the interior of house oak rest sounded the sound of oneself opening door.

two heartbeats, maybe three but long enough for Sloane to catch the flare of something wild and dark and utterly uncontrolled in his eyes before it shuttered closed again, smoothed instantly back into blank professionalism. Later, when Marcia left whistling cheerfully down the hall toward the elevator, Sloane found Rook standing alone in the window alcove of the dark living room, staring out at the sprawling city lights glittering far below like scattered shards of broken glass. “You want to say something?” she asked, voice light, edged with deliberate provocation.

But don't make me undress again, because now he wasn't going to let me, or if he tries to kiss me again or do something else, I'll bite him again, but this time much harder, so he won't dare to touch me again. The escorts walk to the sides and behind me the other two, they guide me the way to get to the car, it's a gray Aston Martin, it's another one, very different from the last time. The thug opens the door and invites me to get in, I get in, placing myself in the passenger seat. After sitting down I realize that on the left side of the driver's seat, there is this dark and dangerous man, his eyes are fixed on me after removing his dark glasses, while I try to ignore him, looking straight

The frost on the windows glowed blue in the predawn light, jagged crystals clawing at the glass like skeletal fingers. I hadn’t slept. Couldn’t. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw it again—the True Enemy’s void-black gaze, Viktor’s melting flesh, Silas’s blood pooling on temple stone. The fire had died hours ago, leaving the cabin air sharp with pine resin and the metallic tang of my own sweat.

Or maybe someone else did it for him? I washed my thoughts away through sipping on my Negroni. I close my eyes as the chisel goes down my throat. When I opened my eyes, Rustov's dark eyes met mine. He was no longer looking at the drink, but at me personally. I swallowed hard and was about to look away when I noticed something. I looked past Rustov, I could see him outside. The wall was made of transparent glass, I clearly saw the man beside a black car who just kissed the girl with him!

But since I'm no superhero, I can't push my luck. Looking around, there seemed to be no windows and barely any light. The hitman took me somewhere; nobody knows where I'm at. I yank the chains repeatedly, then look for a possible way out, but this place is so deemed I can hardly look anywhere. "Where am I?" I whisper, and before I can find the answer, a door opens, and a wall of bright light burns my eyes as I look away. "You're awake." My eyes shot up but kept hidden from the light as my memory collected the voice taunting me since I fell for him. My body trembles as I give short of breath.

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Her Chosen Mate (Book 3) *** 1. Can't Help Falling in Love (Book 1) 2. Purchased By The Mafia (Book 2) 3. Her Mysterious Lover (Book 3) 4. My Girlfriend is Mafia Queen (Book 4) 5. Loving A Mafia (Book 5)- Upcoming **** 1. Chosen By An Alpha (Stand-Alone) No One POV . A loud wailing could be heard from a child who was crying because of the hunger, but her father, on the other side, was busy in fucking someone else. Tears came out from a four-month-old infant due to suffocation and hunger.