One Dark Window Book 3 Novels & Stories

Then, with purpose, I tossed it into the trash can. The sharp, hollow clink of metal hitting the bottom echoed through the quiet night. The wind brushed against me, its chill settling over my skin. I looked out over the night view, where even the dimmest stars held a faint trace of light. Then, I turned and stepped back inside, closing the door behind me. In that moment, I felt a stillness I had never known. Everything in the past had finally fallen with the stars into endless darkness. And ahead of me, there lay countless possibilities that I could explore one by one.

I replied, my eyes brimming with tears, and something darker… pent-up desire. “Do you perhaps want to check out my hotel room?” he asked smoothly, just as I remembered, and I found myself nodding before I could think. “Definitely,” I replied, and I immediately threw myself into his arms, kissing him passionately. It seemed the web of our forbidden affair was far from over, only changed. This time, he was my ex-stepfather. Author's Note: This is the end of One-Night Stand With My Stepfather..

The big one with the wrap around window that gave the perfect view of the city sprawled out below. The door to the room was open. Luis, his bulk leaning against the wall, was standing guard and making sure she didn’t try and run. I swept through, trying to be as quiet as possible and the two men brought up the rear. Keeley was standing by the big window. Her cartoon spotted bottoms were low on her hips and the strap of her tank top had fallen over one shoulder. She was nervous. I could tell by the way she kept pushing her hair behind her ear, but she was doing her best not to show it.

She fell asleep before he did and he lay in the dark with her weight against him and thought about a woman who had stood at a window for months and had finally, finally, let the window be just a window. End of chapter 64

"Because I haven't broken you yet. Because I let you keep that fire in your eyes." "You couldn't put it out if you tried," she breathed. "Is that a challenge?" He didn't wait for an answer. He lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her toward the floor-to-ceiling window. The city lights of New York blurred behind them, a million indifferent witnesses to the chaos about to unfold. He pressed her back against the cool glass. The contrast—the cold window against her spine and the scorching heat of Dark’s body against her front—made her head spin.

Every future disappeared. Every star outside the observatory went dark. The room plunged into blackness. Complete. Absolute. Luke couldn't even see his own hands. Then— A single window appeared in front of him. Just one. Floating in the darkness. A rectangular pane of light. On the other side— The Last Lighthouse. Closer than ever before. Close enough to see individual stones. Close enough to see the windows. Close enough to see— Someone standing inside. Watching him. Alone. The figure slowly stepped closer to the glass.

“If there were a book three, the title would be Dusk?” “Midnight is a transition, darkness, silence, the feeling of loneliness and loss. Dawn is hope, and if Dawn is as successful as Midnight, then the third book will be Nightfall, but it’s not exactly the time of day. It’s a locale mentioned in the book.” “Okay. No more spoilers, T.S. Prince.” “You’re not mad?” “About you being the author, and making me look like a fool?” He chuckled. “I wanna bite you right now, but it can wait until I come back from the trip.”

I began to look for a torch or a matchbox. "The candles," Oh yeah, Luna has given me some fragrant candles. I'll put them on. But still I can't understand how the lights went out. I can't do anything and this darkness makes me feel even scared. Avoiding the darkness, I decided to go back to reading once the candle was set ablaze. Thirty minutes passed and I could not concentrate. I kept the book aside and strode to the window. The curtains were flying in the effect of a menacing wind. I stopped by the window sill and glanced at the beautiful view outside.

Chapter 3 : A Long Winter Sofia stood at the edge of her bedroom window, the pale morning light spilling across her bare feet. Outside, the city buzzed with life cars honking, dogs barking, vendors shouting but inside, her apartment was a cocoon of stillness. Not peace. Just silence.

The room, though silent, was filled with the quiet whispers of old books, the passing breeze through the windows, and the echo of footsteps that never ceased. In a new city on the outskirts of Cairo, in a towering glass skyscraper, Malik, Dima, Daniel, and Rovan arrived to inspect their new headquarters, which would become the launching pad for their next plans. The tower was majestic, gleaming in the evening light, its large windows reflecting the city lights like a warning beacon to anyone who approached. Malik stood by a window, his eyes scanning the bustling streets, a tremor running through him—a mixture of power and control, but also a subtle unease about what might come. Dima, beside