One Dark Window Book 3 Novels & Stories

The city looks like a blanket of little lights below me.The only light is from the buildings outside my big window. I like the dark. It's true. In the dark, you see what things really are. I stand at the window, a glass of whiskey in my hand. The ice is all melted. I've been standing here a long time. Watching the little cars. The little people. Tomorrow, one of those little people becomes mine. The door behind me opens with a soft click. I didn’t turn. I know the sound of his shoes on the floor. Silas.

Three Years Later ♠️CASPIAN♠️ The city looks different from the top now. I stand on the balcony of the penthouse that used to be my father’s, now mine. The Blackwood name still opens doors, but the empire runs darker these days. Legitimate on paper. Underground in truth. They call me Don now. The Bloodhounds, once just whispers in boardrooms, became reality after the old man’s conviction. Someone had to hold the leash. Someone had to keep them fed.

On our wedding night, my wife, who almost never drank, got wasted because she was supposedly too happy. Just when I didn't know what to do, my best friend sent me a long message explaining how to take care of her. I blushed, but I still followed his instructions and soothed her the way he described. Natalie, who had been making a scene, miraculously quieted down. But just as I was about to call my friend and thank him, Natalie suddenly hugged me from behind. Heartbroken, she whispered, "Ashton Hawke, you're the one I wanted to marry." As she said it, the tattoo near her heart slipped into view: a hawk with its wings spread wide. My mind went blank. Ashton Hawke was my best friend of

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.

Yes, that was also Nadir's job - collecting male sperm for incubus. Now, filled with life-giving energy, she walked down the street, invisible to people. Nadir was able to dissolve into thin air when she didn't want all the men's eyes on her. Suddenly, a car flashed past Nadir, which was full of suffering, sadness and complete despair. It worked on her as a bait. No demon could resist the feeling of such misfortune. Nadir ran in a demonic speed, thanks to which she quickly caught up with the car. It stopped in front of a small tenement house, the owner of the car got out and slowly "crawled" to the front door. He was a tall, broad-shouldered man with a little bit of facial hair, black hair,

"Three?" "Yes," he replied. "The first one is 'Under the Darkness,' the second one is 'Summer Under the Leaves,' and the third one is this one," he pointed to the title of the book with its faded and burnt rose-petal cover. "All written by the same author as the last one. She's really good," he smiled. "She describes certain scenarios of what could have happened in Melia Conkinova's life, regarding her parents' lives, their death, and her own as well. I've read them all, they're incredible!" he exclaimed with excitement. "Sorry," he mumbled. "No problem," she said, tousling his blond hair.

Whiskey. I gave Tobias and the angry woman a large birth and made my way back to the shed where they had been keeping the prisoner. The searching warriors were moving further away from the village, just as I had hoped they would. This should be a quick and relatively easy task. Not even Gunner and his little bitch Mate will get in the way of my mission. I climbed onto the same tyre, under the same window, and peered through the dirty glass once more. Gunner’s mother and father had left now, but the prisoner wasn’t left alone. One of the dirty wolves from Doyle’s pack was now joined by three people, probably members of Gunner’s pack. Though looking at the fowl glare and the dishevelled appear

Office Gray says, bowing slightly alongside his partner before they both walk back to their car. I stare once again at the once upon a time vibrant environment that is now clouded with smoke and darkness. A tired sigh escapes my lips when I realise that this may actually just be the beginning. I know it's weird but I just have this feeling that the worst is yet to come and the truth is, the thought of it alone scared me like nothing else.

’’, I mumbled to myself. Finally finding the perfect book, it is an age-gap mafia and enemies to lovers romance book. There was a couch in the library, I made my way to it and started reading. I lost count of the time. Reaching my room with the book in my hand, I see Rowan standing in front of my room. I braced myself to face him. ‘’Where were you?’’, he spewed the bitter words in my face. He was fuming, for what reason?Did he look for me?

Kristin turned away from Conrod's constant fidgeting and snored peacefully, curled up. Conrod quietly got up and went down to the first floor so as not to disturb her, his heart still pounding unpleasantly. - these dreams are so real as if I were there - thought Conrod taking a breath. He poured himself an iced whiskey and sat down on a sofa in front of the glass terrace, it was dark outside, only the dim light of an external lamp lighted the contours of objects outside the window. There was the sound of an approaching car. After a while there was a soft knock on the door.