One Dark Window Novels & Stories

Once the door was locked tight behind me, I grabbed a joint from my stash and slipped out of the window. Perched on the roof, I drew a kernel of warmth from within my veins and watched as a small flame ignited on the tip of my finger. I inhaled the Dark Matter greedily, letting it ease the pain and the rage and all the emotions I couldn’t quite sort through. It was an escape, a way to put them off. It was exactly what I needed.

*** Unknown POV I parked my car in a dark corner of the secluded basement and decided to remain there until my next target finally showed up. I reached into my pocket for my pack of cigarettes and decided to lit one, the ember of the cigarette on my finger glistening in the dark. As I was caught up at the moment, I patiently heaved one then blew, and smoke started to form in the inky blackness. A few couple of minutes later, I started to notice a very attractive young woman strolling towards her car, which has been parked not very far from my car.

I hear her say, but I can't see her. “Why are you pushing your luck, Max?...” I ask, as I see her come out of the bathroom, she's wearing only a tight shirt and panties, she stops when she sees me and turns her eyes to the gun, smiles sideways and walks to the table she has Near a window, Christmas rests on it, his rifle, completely disassembled, sits on the chair and takes a cloth from the barrel and begins to clean it. “What do you want Dark?...” he asks without looking at me

MEANWHILE, WITH GIL AND ENORA Another shot went off as the car sped down the empty streets followed by four others. In the rearview mirror she saw two more cars join in the chase from the side and men hanging out of the windows to aim. She screamed as she ducked her head when two shots hit the side mirror on Gil's side and blew out the back window. Shards of glass flew towards the front and grazed her hand, the rest sprinkling all over them.

And gained nothing. He entered his command tent, larger than the rest, lined with thick furs and iron rings glinting in the firelight. A heavy oak table stood scattered with maps and half empty wine horns. The massive bed dominated one corner, draped in black wolf pelts.Ronan poured himself a horn of dark, bitter wine and drained it in one swallow. Slammed it down hard enough to crack the rim.Silence pressed in.No victory howls. No warm body waiting to soothe the sting.No mate.The word was a knife twisting in his gut.He had everything an alpha should want: territory, wealth, fear, obedience. But no one to share it with. No one whose scent quieted the storm that had raged inside him since his

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.

The heavy main door of Caden's mansion clicked shut behind me. The sound didn't offer freedom; it sealed me into a new kind of prison. The bright afternoon sun felt too harsh, mocking the darkness that had just settled deep inside me. I was outside, yes, but no longer my own. The air felt thick, heavy with the weight of the deal. My limbs felt weak, like every bone had turned to water. I had agreed. I had sold myself, not just for money now, but for Caden’s sinister game.

but I left you with my darkness. Across the street, as if sensing the absolute, unhinged weight of my gaze pressing against the glass, Della suddenly turned her head. Her brown eyes locked directly onto the dark windows of my SUV. She didn't look away. She didn't look afraid. She simply stared straight into the dark glass, her expression raw, searching, and filled with a quiet, longing that mirrored the war waging inside my own soul. I held my breath, my fingers tightening around the heavy glass tumbler until the crystal cracked.

I opened it. The living room was dark except for the ambient light from the windows, the particular non-dark of a city at night, the diffuse orange-grey of ten thousand streetlights and lit windows and the accumulated glow of a place that never fully extinguished itself. In that light I could see him at the window. He was standing very still.

I begged. That seemed to do the trick. His lips closed back over my bundle of nerves as his fingers fucked me mercilessly. I cried out as I was right about to have my orgasm. I don't know what made me do it but I opened my eyes and looked out my window. The streetlight in my neighborhood were busted, all except for one. I thought I saw a large black wolf outside, staring up at my window.