One Dark Window Book 3 Novels & Stories

Chapter 1: Dysfunctional family. The darkness is nothing more than a test that God gives us, many times to overcome things and learn from it, but in the end we all carry that darkness in our hearts, we just have to decide whether to expel it or let it dwell within you. Charlotte is a girl who has been in the dark since she was born, her parents were shitty to her, she was beaten and mistreated unjustifiably simply because her parents wanted it that way, but to understand a little of this story we must return to the past.

The windows fogged from the inside. Beneath my chest, the book was still open. But the last page had changed again. No words. Just one large symbol in the shape of a womb… with three drops of blood falling from it. And below that, one small line in a language I didn’t know—but somehow understood: “She who summons this blood will split the life-line and let darkness descend.” Footsteps echoed outside. Not party shoes. Not heels. But bare feet on marble. I held my breath. The door was unlocked.

Pain kept me awake. The front door clicked open. Someone stepped into the living room, moving quietly, footsteps creeping toward my bedroom. Blackie woke beside me, green eyes glowing in the dark. I took a slow breath and pulled it into my arms. Its warm body pressed against me through my thin pajamas. In the dark, I reached for the lamp on my nightstand. My bedroom door was slightly open. The door swung open, and cold air rushed in. Gritting my teeth, I hurled the lamp.

“Let’s see each other, during the blood moon.” Slowly closing the door as her words mark the calendar of the blood howl, they are taking in preparation. Her footsteps echo to the hallway as it faded leaving Carol to keep and secure the pandora's box and Bianca taking her seat unto the corner as she flips and reads the book of dark whispering. “This game is getting complicated by each time, now, what will you choose?” Calling upon the person that thoughts and very heart is wavered by her existence and the book’s presence. She smiles contently as Carol opens the glass window letting the cold wind blew their way as she stares outside and once more blankly, yet not towards the direction where th

Third person’s POV *Sinandaya; A week before Diego had left Abberant pack for the convocation in Shadowstone “It seems like you want to find something.” Snow is falling so hard. The windows are all shut tight except for the door that slammed open from the outside. In came a woman zipping her leather jacket. Her hair was untied and messed up flowing with the wind. “I know you,” blurted the man sitting on a single-seater couch facing the lighted fireplace.

Chapter 1 Dawn Ellery's point of view The neon sign outside my window flickers with the persistence of a dying star, painting my skin in sickly green pulses that match the throbbing in my temples. Room 13 — because the universe isn't subtle with its omens. I press my fingertips against the lipstick-marked mirror, feeling the static electricity spark between glass and skin. Three days in Vegas, and all I have to show for it is this cigarette-stained coffin of a motel room and the terrifying knowledge that something inside me is very, very wrong.

I drank a shot of tequila. My thirteenth, if I had not lost count of the last three hours. I tapped my forehead and wiped away the sweat before commanding my senses to allow my claws to appear. I walked towards the lady in front of me, kneeling and clutching her fist to her chest, obviously in pain. I sighed as I watched her eyes form tears but she was holding it in, alright. She looked pitiful. “Natyaramona,” I called her name, pushing her back to her senses while hoping she wouldn't die.

Her living room window allows her to see the beautiful night sky adorned with bright lights shaming the stars and even the moon. She imagines Nate and Nina looking at that same beautiful sky after having a lovely dinner while she dines on hot noodle and a cup of coffee. "I'm so pathetic. How did I become like this?" she asked herself. She's about to call for food delivery when Ivy's call came in. She already knows exactly what she's going to ask her. "I just talked to the TV producer. She's okay with the third book being launched in January next year. She told me they would broadcast the series in three weekends in February," Ivy said.

Maddox just took the time to rush to the trunk and get his hunting rifle when he followed Gian across the driveway of a local family house. The front door was wide open, the wood on the door frame was splintered. Broken up. The moment he stormed into the house behind Gian, he heard a shot from the garden, followed immediately by a second. Maddox accelerated again and only marginally noticed the many family pictures on the walls in the hallway. He ran into the kitchen and immediately wanted to storm through the open back door, but had to brake, because right in front of the door was a blood-covered woman with blond hair, right next to a dead Proles - more precisely an Iuba.

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