One Dark Window Book Novels & Stories

he sighs, "Sadly, the masters know they need to breathe if they should stand to be in each other's presence or risk suffocating beneath their own egos.," His head rolls back, "I have never seen a place so fucking bright." I stare at the side of his face for a moment. I am Frozen for a thought hits me. There is only one window in the library. ------------------------------------------- My fingers quietly sift through the pages of the old Kings' journal, Xiirian Adonis Prime, The 8th

The library doors locked with a soft click that sounded louder than any shout. I had only stepped inside to find a book that might help me sleep. The mansion felt too quiet tonight, and I needed something to distract my racing mind. But the moment the doors closed behind me, I knew I had made a mistake. Victor stood near the tall windows with his back to me, a glass of whiskey in his hand. The storm outside cast flickering shadows across the room, making his silhouette look even more imposing.

As Georgia watched the sights of her town flit past the large window, her mind consumed them on autopilot. Grayston could be a dreary place at times and the gray tinge from the dark clouds above made it seem more lifeless today than usual. Her mind was on her dream from the night before. Hayden had featured in it more prominently than she’d ever admit to anyone. No surprise there!

he doesn’t even understand what the girl’s shouting but she seems like a witch –chanting her evil spell “Don’t just stand! Fight!” he urges his team as the undead still multiplying like crazy “A –are you su –sure about this Alfonso? They outnumbered us!” cowardly hiding in the corner, some people did not help them and just settled themselves in the dark “Choose people! Fight them or die here? That’s the only thing that we can do” Alfonso shouted and the cowards still crept in the dark “wa –what’s this?” “Ahk!” it’s a great mistake to hid and cover up in the darkness because where there’s a dark the shadows/soul is more dominant

My apartment felt empty and dark. I was too lazy to turn on the lights. The faint light came from the city lights and the moonlight filtering through the windowpane whose curtains I hadn't closed earlier. I sat alone on the sofa—I and Evan often had sex on this sofa, dammit—bottles of liquor lined the table, one of which was lying around. The view of the glittering city from the window only made me feel more isolated. The chaos that had haunted me all day seemed to creep into my mind, filling every corner of the room with confusion and despair.

I don't know what he wants and what he doesn't want anymore. I fall asleep for a moment, but I have strange dreams. It's a huge house and it seems to be from the suburbs. Suddenly, a dark-haired, tanned-skinned, tattooed man appears. I don't see his face. He lays me down on a desk and grabs my legs. I just sob. He unbuttons his pants and pulls them down to take me by force, without contemplation or anything, while I cry out in desperation. I cry again when I wake up. I sweat and keep sobbing.

Nyra’s POV They come at dawn. Four shadows sliding through my window like smoke, silver-laced blades gleaming in the first light. Silent. Fast. Professional. Council assassins. I'm awake before the first one reaches my bed. Have been awake for hours, actually. Sleep is a luxury I can't afford anymore, not with Dorian's words still echoing in my head. I know what you are. The first assassin strikes. I roll left. His blade slices through my pillow, feathers exploding into the air. White. Pristine. Beautiful against the violence.

The sun looked at her from the window in her bedroom, in a room painted a beautiful gold against a purple sky. A gleam in the eyes of Sierra, the sun caught the beauty for her only hours ago. She lay in bed reading her book, looking at the ceiling, remembering the day of the attack. The things she’d been told that night were like no other. She’d been betrayed, she was framed and lost. But there was a light that flickered in her darkness, below all the anger and confusion. He’d been honest, and he had taken his actions far too far, but they were because he loved me deeply and she couldn’t have had that things without him.

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.

Turning the knob, I quietly peeked. If it wasn't because of the sunlight coming from the window, I wouldn't be walking inside. My eyes wandered around the room, as they landed on the bookshelves. I remember Anson and Mr Grayson are owners of a publishing company. No wonder why Luca's office is filled with books. I smiled at the cleanliness of the room, as I walked towards the desk with papers perfectly placed above it. My eyes suddenly landed on a picture frame, but it doesn't have a picture. Instead, a note was placed inside of it.