One Dark Window Series Novels & Stories

I’m not giving a fuck. The darkness here has swallowed the furniture and everything else occupying this space. But when I unblind the windows, the environment begins to make sense, only because the lights in Vadarya’s are rude and don’t know their boundaries. They come in red and green flashes, passing through the windows facing the girl’s villa, nearly blinding as I look at them while cursing at how fucking extreme they are. Coffee. I need coffee—just so I can survive the night with this massive frustration.

It was quiet, with just a hum from the car's engine, which to me, was deafening against the weight of unspoken words. Ina kept her eyes on the window, the city lights passing by to paint fleeting patterns across her face. Her reflection stared back at her—a woman who had played the part of sweet, subservient Lily for too long. But in the quiet glow of her own defiance, this was something Ina saw a whole lot better: a flicker of liberation.

Jordan’s POV She did as I instructed and moved over to my vast window that held the sight of almost the entire town. I walked closer to her and placed kisses on her neck that made her body stiffen up a little as she let out a soft moan. I trailed from her knee up to her thigh under her tight, dark skirt. Her fleshy thighs began producing goosebumps from the feeling of my touch. Next, I moved my fingers up to her lacy underwear and felt her pussy, which was dripping wet already. “Looks like someone had been dreaming about a day like this. Your water park pussy says it all, little one.” I teased as I sucked on her earlobes, sending more pleasure through her body.

It always seemed to be everyone's favorite spot to torture people, which is why Grayson checks it first. Maverick followed Coal and Grayson into the basement. As they began searching, he slowed his pace and kept a close eye on them. Once they were far enough away, Shade pushed forward and got to work. Maverick slowly turned, his eyes scanning the walls, searching for a spell that he could see through. His hellhound searched the basement, reaching out with his mind to any wolf that may be hiding. It didn't take him long to clear the basement and deem it empty.

I replied, my eyes brimming with tears, and something darker… pent-up desire. “Do you perhaps want to check out my hotel room?” he asked smoothly, just as I remembered, and I found myself nodding before I could think. “Definitely,” I replied, and I immediately threw myself into his arms, kissing him passionately. It seemed the web of our forbidden affair was far from over, only changed. This time, he was my ex-stepfather. Author's Note: This is the end of One-Night Stand With My Stepfather..

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.

Dominique rose, spine straight, mask discarded. “You want blood?” she whispered to the screen. “Then you’ll taste mine only when you choke on it.” She shut the laptop, picked up her whip from the wall, and turned toward the mirror. “I’m not afraid of the dark,” she said to her reflection. “I am the dark.” Outside her window, the Fox watched from the alley. And smiled. Dominique didn’t sleep that night. She sat cross-legged in the center of her room, surrounded by candles, digital maps, and open notebooks. The photo of her from earlier—her coat buttoned, head bowed against the wind, steps silent and alone—still burned in her mind.

The penthouse was a cold, silent fortress of glass and marble. Damien stood by the window, his silhouette mirrored in the dark panes. He didn't need the lights on; he had lived in the shadows for fifteen years, and tonight, the darkness felt like the only thing that was honest.

he doesn’t even understand what the girl’s shouting but she seems like a witch –chanting her evil spell “Don’t just stand! Fight!” he urges his team as the undead still multiplying like crazy “A –are you su –sure about this Alfonso? They outnumbered us!” cowardly hiding in the corner, some people did not help them and just settled themselves in the dark “Choose people! Fight them or die here? That’s the only thing that we can do” Alfonso shouted and the cowards still crept in the dark “wa –what’s this?” “Ahk!” it’s a great mistake to hid and cover up in the darkness because where there’s a dark the shadows/soul is more dominant

"The window is more fitting for you." His eyes narrowed, but he didn’t argue. Without another word, he jumped out of the window, landing gracefully before vanishing into the woods. I closed the window immediately, locking it tight. The room fell silent again, and I crawled into bed. As soon as my eyes shut, the darkness swallowed me, and I found myself somewhere else entirely. --- I was home. The familiar sight of my family sitting outside, enjoying the cool evening air, warmed me for a moment. But then, the moon turned a deep, bloody red, and everything shifted. Flames erupted around us, consuming everything in their path. The world burned.