One Dark Window Series Novels & Stories

I smirked as I used my free hand to turn the water on. “But… the windows. People can see in.” Her eyes watched the three windows that looked out over the driveway and front of the villa. “No one can look in. One-way glass. We can look out, but no one can see in.” I assured her, pressing her naked body against the glass.

She discarded all her thoughts and decided to enjoy the night— continuing to make ways to isolate the villain so she would feel as if she isn't part of the family since she's back— the female lead. ╰► Late at night, a silhouette who's wearing a black robe was standing infront of the wide window. Its gaze was deep as if was drowning on its own thoughts. On the person's hand, there was a glass of alcohol with three ice cubes. Swirling the glass carefully, the grip tighten as its eyes narrowed dangerously. In the wide study behind, there was a laptop on the desk. The lid was bright— showing the contents clearly. It was the post on the school forum of the First N.

DANTE I got up early, as always when I have an important assignment, at five in the morning. I never slept that much anyway, I was getting used to only sleeping four or five hours, as far as my nightmares would allow. I opened the window, felt the cold penetrating my lungs and so I cleared all the whiskey I drank the night before. Since the death of my parents my dreams turned into nightmares, making me constantly fight with my inner and outer demons that had murdered my parents.

She had once been the feared Queen of Witches, until the werewolves destroyed everything she had built and left her to die. When she opened her eyes again, she was no longer a queen but a powerless werewolf. Stripped of her magic, her position, and the life she had once known, she was forced to survive among the very people responsible for her downfall. Then there was the man who had led the massacre. He claimed she was his mate and wanted her as his Luna. She would gladly accept it.

Nadir woke up in the morning terribly confused. She felt as if was drunk, except not with alcohol, but life energy. The last time Nadir felt something like this was when she was still a young succubus and out of greed was able to kill her victims, depriving them of all life energy. Miguel was sleeping right next to, visibly weakened, which made her add two and two.

He just crept up behind me when I was looking out the window and did it. ~~~~ The next day when I woke up, it just felt odd. I felt like I rested for too long. That's when I looked at the small table beside the bed. Four books were there. Stacked up. I quickly got up and saw the time. My eyes widened in shock. It was eight at night!! That made me realize that the Dark Prince had already gone for war. I sat on the bed trying to shake the tiredness away. That's when I heard a knock.

For a second he thought about taking her with him but he had some things to settle before he cut her from her world which is not so happening and he has realised it now. He locked the windows of her bedroom and walked out, her parents room was open. He paused, stared at the open door and has noticed that Aurora always keep it locked and he is aware that her parents committed suicide in the same room. He walked inside and roamed his eyes on the dusty walls. Everything was untouched in the room, hanging photo frames, mattress on the bed and scattered books on the study table. He stepped inside, the room looked completely detached from the main house. Like it's another world in itself, the worl

Chapter Thirty: I Don’t Know How To Be Soft Without You POV: Elias Voss The office was dark. Not dimly lit. Not shadowed. *Dark.* Elias had killed every light source—the recessed overhead panels, the brass desk lamp, even the subtle LED strips lining the bookshelves. Only the indifferent glow of the city remained, bleeding through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Skyscrapers stood like sentinels, their windows glittering like scattered diamonds against the bruised twilight. The horizon still smoldered, a fading stripe of tangerine and rust where the sun had surrendered.

**UNKNOWN POV** The room was dark...too dark for normal people. There was just a tiny bulb glimmering. But even in the darkness, I could clearly see the symbol of the moon that had been taunting me. There was only one window in the room, which was guarded heavily by the wooden blocks and then with a layer of newspaper. I couldn't see the moonlight, not until I found her. I was looking at the photograph of the mark in my hand.

**Lust's Asylum: Twisted Confessions** **Host’s Introduction** Welcome back... Some neighbors are friendly. Others are dangerous. And the most addictive ones watch you through the window until watching is no longer enough. Tonight’s confession is about mutual obsession across glass — until one night the window is no longer a barrier. This one is intense, voyeuristic, and full of raw stalker-next-door heat. Here is the confession of “The Neighbor’s Window.” --- **Story 9: The Neighbor’s Window**