One Dark Window Novels & Stories

That night, after Miranda had taken a bath and changed into her nightwear, she was just about to fall asleep when she suddenly realized the window was left open. Since she didn’t like having others close by while she slept, her maid, Molly, stayed in the outer room. Miranda didn’t bother calling her in. She got out of bed herself, intending to close the window. Just as she reached out her hand, a shadow flickered before her eyes, and a dark figure leaped through the window, staring straight at her.

The city looks like a blanket of little lights below me.The only light is from the buildings outside my big window. I like the dark. It's true. In the dark, you see what things really are. I stand at the window, a glass of whiskey in my hand. The ice is all melted. I've been standing here a long time. Watching the little cars. The little people. Tomorrow, one of those little people becomes mine. The door behind me opens with a soft click. I didn’t turn. I know the sound of his shoes on the floor. Silas.

Author’s POV The Same Night—A Dark Room The room was eerily dark except for the thin rays of moonlight streaming through a small window located high up the wall. It was the only window inside, barely large enough for the air to pass through. For the first few minutes, everything stayed still. The silence in the room was heavy, the kind that made the heart beat louder than usual. The soft rustle of the breeze outside mixed with the creaking of the window frame was the only sound that could be heard until the sudden chirping of a bird unexpectedly sliced through the night air.

"Tell me if any part of forty-one women on a private list constitutes something being contained." The window behind Vael is open — he hears the latch, registers it a half second before it means anything, and then the cold air comes in and Vael is gone and Dorian is standing in the dark with his hand against the wall and the open window and the answer to his question that was not an answer sitting in the center of his chest like something that has taken up permanent residence. The lights come back on. He turns around.

The doctor said to Nora while nodding to the nurses to get going. They started wheeling Dante out of the room. Then it happened that the world began to slow down. Nora looked around confused; nothing and no one was attacking her. A small cracking noise coming from behind her made her turn and look at the window. The window was riddled with small cracks and a large deformed wolf was breaking through it. Nora looked back to Dante, they almost had him out of the room. She moved quickly pushing the hospital bed out of the room. As she got further away from the wolf the world snapped back into normal time.

He lunged forward and snatched the bracelet with such force that my mother's skin tore, leaving a raw, bloody mess. As my mother's screams filled the air, he swung his hand and sent the bracelet flying out the window. Then, with her eyes wild and red, my mother dove after it. "Mom!" I cried out in horror. I reached out desperately to catch her, but it was like she just passed right through my ghostly arms. She hit the ground with a heavy thud. The hallway erupted into an uproar! Samuel, shocked to his core, sprinted to the window, his face drenched in a cold sweat. "It's just a bracelet, for crying out loud! Was it worth all this?"

The penthouse was silent, save for the hum of the internal server and the soft crackle of the fireplace. A storm gathered outside, rolling low across the New York skyline, lightning slashing through clouds, and casting jagged shadows across the glass. It felt like a reflection of everything unraveling inside. Damon stood by the window, one hand braced against the glass, eyes fixed on the blurred city he once controlled. Behind him, Juliette moved with quiet purpose, placing a cup of coffee on the side table without saying a word.

At this moment, Maddy had already prepared red wine outside the gym, and quietly entered the gym to pick up the clothes Frost had just taken off. She looked at Frost's back, his long legs, bare back, well-defined waist, and firm buttocks. Maddy's gaze was bold and greedy, she wished Frost would turn around and meet her eyes, she was confident enough to kill this man with her eyes. But Frost left alone, taking care of his wound, and looking into the distance at a few small buildings. Almost every window of the small buildings emitted yellow or white light, except for the two windows of Snow White's house, which were dark. Frost stared at the two small windows, frowning.

The room was cloaked in a heavy silence that pressed down on Sienna’s chest. The golden hues of the evening sun streamed through the window, casting long shadows that danced faintly on the walls. Sienna sat by the window, her gaze distant yet sharp, lost in thoughts that churned like stormy seas beneath her calm exterior. Dominic stood nearby, his eyes fixed on the cityscape beyond. The glowing lights blurred into a mosaic of secrets and lies. They had won a small battle against Ryan, but the war was far from over. That realization tightened around their throats like a noose.

Telling her would only put her in danger. “I’m okay,” I lie. “Just stressed about finals and everything else.” Elara squeezes my arm. “We’re here. All of us. Don’t forget that.” She leaves a few minutes later, and I try to focus again. But my phone vibrates on the desk. Encrypted message. Silvano: Window. Ten minutes. My pulse spikes with a mix of anger and anticipation. I wait twelve minutes just to spite him, then crack the window open. He slips inside like smoke, dressed in black, movements silent and controlled.