One Dark Window Series Novels & Stories

“IT’S JUST I HAD a different book in mind when ink spilled on this one, plus what’s left to do in a finished book?” They, of course, ignored me Completely probably deciding if I would not explain, they were just going to proceed. One of the three waved their hand above the inky darkness we were standing on, and instantly a book on a pedestal was in front of them on the floor. It showed off my title, ‘1001 Dark Tales’. I instantly held my breath, hoping they didn’t realize what that meant. But if they had, they said nothing. Instead, they just started flipping through the pages of the book, looking for which store to choose.

The hallway was long and narrow, lined with glass-paneled rooms on either side. My eyes took in the rooms, each a window to a different erotic world. The first window showed a room that's dimly lit with blue light but there’s movement on the inside. I can subtly make out a masked figure pounding into a masked woman, her a.ss arched in the air.

James explicated, I took a deep sigh, cold wind gushing at my face, telling me to calm down somehow. The mention of Lian itself was a threat to my essence, that man who had the power to murder, rape and manipulate innocents could also become a cause of my death, this thought scared me, goosebumps came on the surface but I had to fight with this for my betterment, otherwise, I won’t be able to cherish my happy moments, I turned behind to look at the tinted windows, Brandon was a chance who could be a reason to live healthier, I smiled at the windows thinking Brandon could see me, as I eyes away and gazed the sea on my left, “Yes, Mr. Hydes, I hear you and I am still on my confession. I’ll be

I just bottled up what happened and kept it moving Tory was the only one I talked to and vice versa that made us become closer I really feel like she’s my brother mate and scared to find out I plan on getting them around each other to find out but Tory doesn’t let much slip past her other then the dreams and my behavior lately no one even noticed anything was wrong but inside I was dying in darkness stuck in my own mind not knowing what to do afterwards I didn’t want to get in trouble for leaving pack lands My father would never let me leave his site again if he found out I felt as if I was spiraling out of control trying to keep it to myself but now I see the light A Red Burning light and a

Here I was, nearing the end of my time in college, with no real certainty as to what the hell my next step was. I knew I wanted to get in government in some fashion, State Department, something like that. I knew it would happen or work out eventually, but right now I was feeling pretty low. And maybe that was the perfect time for a predator to seek me out. What if this guy was like Wyatt? I mean Haven said he was young and handsome, but everybody thought Wyatt was hot. I wouldn't even know it because we're going to be in the fucking dark. The idea of meeting a handsome stranger in the dark was kind of alluring to me I had to admit, but why not just ask me on a date?

Lara was sipping her coffee when, with a guttural sound of fury, Demis reached out, snatched up his wife’s glass, and flung it violently against the wall. Quite unconcerned, Meghan smothered a yawn with a polite hand. “I think I’ll turn in,” the redheaded said as a poker-faced manservant began to quietly pick up the broken shards of glass. Demis grunted something rough in Greek and lit a fat cigar, unconcerned by the shattering silence. He gave his daughter an impatient nod. “Would you like some fresh air, Lara?” Francine murmured brightly on cue. “We could take a little walk on the terrace. The evening is so pleasant and the breeze is what we might need after this wonderful dinner.”

As Georgia watched the sights of her town flit past the large window, her mind consumed them on autopilot. Grayston could be a dreary place at times and the gray tinge from the dark clouds above made it seem more lifeless today than usual. Her mind was on her dream from the night before. Hayden had featured in it more prominently than she’d ever admit to anyone. No surprise there!

Nyra’s POV They come at dawn. Four shadows sliding through my window like smoke, silver-laced blades gleaming in the first light. Silent. Fast. Professional. Council assassins. I'm awake before the first one reaches my bed. Have been awake for hours, actually. Sleep is a luxury I can't afford anymore, not with Dorian's words still echoing in my head. I know what you are. The first assassin strikes. I roll left. His blade slices through my pillow, feathers exploding into the air. White. Pristine. Beautiful against the violence.

The city pulsed beneath the night sky, lights flickering like nerves firing in a sleepless mind. From the penthouse windows of the Draven estate, Brooklyn looked deceptively peaceful. But inside, everything was braced for impact. Damon stood near the window, shoulders tense, his gaze fixed on nothing and everything at once. The silence behind him was broken only by the faint hum of security monitors and the occasional click of a keyboard.

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.