One Dark Window Series Novels & Stories

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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.

Barnabas lays back and shuts his eyes, "Unless you only work on a Dark day, and keep to the shadows out of the light of torches, you must know that even the tone of your skin, Shade cannot hide you from the light that strays through the windows when the Sun is high and mighty." I purse my lips at this. For a moment I am glad that I have not met any other Master for whatever reason. I guess I should think of them as vile beings. Isolating the master simply because the Night Wolf shows him more favor than others. My fingers tremble slightly, and I lean backward, "Then I thank Selene the Library is always dark regardless of whether it is a dark day or not, and the window is so high," I breathe.

"Yes, Dark One." Footsteps followed. Mr. Kline appeared and sat on his chair facing me. He leaned his bearded chin on his hands over the top of the chair and watched. I pretended to be asleep. He sat for a long time without moving. I waited. Hours went by. I replayed their conversation over and over. He was working with the darkness. That meant Remi was here somewhere. This was the closest lead I had on Remi since I killed my mother.

Slowly I start to work at one of the windows, but as I pull it open, it starts to make a loud crack. I stand in complete haunting silence as I wait for someone to rush in from outside. Yet. Nothing. I slowly push myself up and slip my legs one by one out the open window. It is completely pitch dark; there is no way of knowing if there is someone out here until I am on top of them. But after a save few steps, I start to feel that I have made it. But then… As I am trying to disappear into the darkness… I wait… But, still, nothing…

This arrangement also allowed Austin to rest. When Austin re-entered his bedroom, he looked around and felt puzzled. Everything seemed exactly the same as before. It doesn't seem like anything has been tampered with. The only noticeable difference was a few pieces of devices near the window. "Sir, we've made many changes, but they're all specially concealed," Aldus said, following him in and seemingly aware of Austin's thoughts. He walked over to the window, tapped on the glass with his knuckles, and smiled. "For example, this glass is one-way. You can see outside, but no one can see in."

A paper coffee cup rolling across the concrete. And the window. And in the window — his own reflection. Faint. Off. He looked at himself. And for one brief, breathless second — it looked like he wasn’t alone. Like the glass was crowded. Then he turned away. Fast. Walked back down the corridor without breathing properly until he reached the end. He didn’t look back. ************** The dorm room was still. Too still. Noah didn’t bother turning the lights on. The only illumination came from the desk lamp — a small circle of yellow-white light in the darkness, just enough to see the page in front of him.

‎ ‎Outside, the city glows in shades of blue and gold through the window—cold, vast, and waiting. ‎ ‎And somewhere out there, Damon Vale is living his perfect, untouchable life. ‎ ‎Not for long. ‎ ‎

Her breaths were heavy and sharp, panting and almost begging for the last of it. “N-Nik…” she muttered. I was surprised. Normally, she wouldn’t be able to speak during and after the transitional phase. But Nat was different. She may be on her weakest but the fact that she isn’t dead means something. She might be… one of them. One of us. One of the few members of the Deveraux family to survive the transition. I gripped her wrist tightly as I helped her stand up. She craned her neck and I followed the direction of her sight. They ended up directly on my face. I tilted my head, asking her if there was anything she needed.

She needed to finish her studies and then she would open her own fashion line in Canada and right after that, she would take her father with her also. These were her plans, Plans for the future but her fate had different plans for her future which would take 360° in her life, leaving her nowhere to stand, in Complete darkness. In Her DARK World, she would be all alone. Without her husband, without her studies, without her father, without any hope, without any feelings, without any light. Only Pain, tears, Betrayal, and vengeance. End Of Flashback:- The prison's van stopped outside of the court with a screech and her body stumbled.