One Dark Window Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

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,

Centuries have passed and that girl, even when it's tough for me to concede, is probably dead. Thus, another girl, a grown-up lady is always appearing. This dilemma has been present for ever since year 2018 started, goddamn it! I paved my way through the Italian bar. The entrance was covered with beautiful and pink flowers with the neon letters La Fleur. You wouldn't expect that inside it was a bar full of monsters doing drugs, sex, and feeding on people. I saw a familiar man coming out of the counter and making his way to me. I grinned at him and nodded, letting my red pupil show – a way to greet your co-vampires. He did the same too.

The shadows pursued them, their movements unnaturally fast and erratic. One by one, the group climbed through the window, Anna clutching the book tightly to her chest. As her feet hit the pavement, she glanced back at the library. The shadows stood at the broken window, watching them with glowing eyes. One of them raised a hand and waved slowly before disappearing into the darkness. --

Her scent clung to the sheets, sweet and faintly floral. After a few hours, sleep had eventually come. I stirred hours later on the bed and realised that where she lay beside me was empty. My eyes shot open. The room was quiet, shadows shifting with the faint flicker of the dying fire. Then my gaze found her by the window. The storm was still roaring outside, howling loudly. Everything outside the glass is nothing but white chaos. She stood there, completely still with my white polo draped over her body. It barely covered her thighs, and the hem lifted slightly each time the wind rattled the windowpane.

I stared at the window, watching people walking down the street, and for perhaps the first time in my life, I wondered if any of them were a wizard or a sorceress, and if so, if they had to do what I did - to always run away from something and be careful about everything they do - are they as homeless as I am? I sighed and took a sip of my cup of coffee. After looking out the window again, I saw a tall, well-built guy, about 19 years old, with dark eyes and black half-long, wavy hair, falling slightly over his left eye. His complexion was milky white, which was quite strange, as his features suggested that he was rather Italian. This young man wore dark navy blue jeans and a white shirt with

Daniel's POV The hotel room overlooked the city. The lights of Verlaine sparkled in the rain, indifferent to the human dramas playing out below. Daniel stood at the window, a glass of whiskey in his hand. The crystal was heavy, cut with sharp angles that caught the light and fractured it into tiny prisms across his knuckles. The burn of the alcohol was a poor substitute for the warmth he craved. It was a temporary heat, a chemical fire that would fade and leave him colder than before.

Attempting to distract myself, I picked up a book, but my gaze constantly drifted towards the window. Unable to resist any longer, I finally approached the window and gazed into the darkness for an extended period of time. I placed the book aside as a shiver unexpectedly traveled down my spine while I was engrossed in reading under the lamp’s glow. “…” I neared the door, my elongated shadow trailing behind my into the distance. The outside was eerily silent, devoid of any sound, not even the faintest echo of footsteps or whispers from the guards. ‘It’s as if the entire world has fallen asleep,’ I pondered.

But I felt the shift, the dark web loosening inside him, the poison’s grip breaking. My arms shook violently, but I didn’t stop. Morgan’s face kept me steady. His voice. His touch. The memory of him holding me when I thought I’d break. “Open the windows”, I said in a hoarse voice that didn't sound like my own. Dark fumes radiated from him, pushing out into the air. “The window” I heard myself say, in the same hush tone. I led the fumes using my eyes to the window, and went out.

Using his free hand to grasp the gold door handle of the large door, his other wrapped tightly around my body keeping me in place so I couldn’t wander off, the darkness of the office I had been sat inside grew thicker and heavier the moment I’m pushed through the second, almost pitch-black room. It was much too dark for me to make out any items of furniture if there were any, but what seemed to be centre stage was an extremely large floor to ceiling window. It was similar to the one in the room I had woken up in this morning but in some odd way, the window seemed reinforced and almost darker, as though whatever had occurred outside had stained the once pristine glass. But the glass window wa