Pitch Perfect 2 You're My Flashlight Novels & Stories

“Yes. Always has been.” Th‌e flashlight flickers once mor⁠e be‌fore dying. I’m left in total darkness‌. The hum of the spe‌aker sta‍rts again⁠, low a‌nd di‌storted. Then, through the static: ⁠“…⁠you d‍on’t really kn⁠o‍w w‌ha‌t‌ she is, do you?”‌ Preston’s voice. Calm. Mocking. ‍

She screamed and I ran away before she got her hands on me. I feel bad but there's nothing I can do 🎶 Whats up I'm right back🎶 Cock back the trigger🎶 Plain Jane get hijacked🎶 Don't like me? Then tell me how you like that, like that🎶 In this even darker place shine like the stars🎶 With a smile on my face I'll kiss you goodbye🎶 Laugh all you want while you still can🎶 Because it's about to be your turn 1, 2, 3🎶

ᴀ sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ ɪɴ ᴅᴀʀᴋ, ᴀ ᴄᴏᴜʀᴀɢᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴇᴘ ᴜᴘ ʏᴏᴜ sʜᴏᴡᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ ʟɪғᴇ, sʜᴏᴡᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ

Frantically, I reach for my flashlight where it had fallen during my hurried attempt to get up. I switch it on. Nothing. Shit. Shit. "Shit." Why won't it turn on? I smack the flashlight against my palm repeatedly, unsure what else to do. Only now do I realize I never switched it off when I sat down earlier. The flashlight must have been damaged when it hit the ground. I don't take my eyes off my surroundings as I strike it against my palm again. And again. It flickers. On. Off. On. Off.

she screamed, “Please make me come” He could feel the same. His testicles were heavy, ready to spill his seed. Ian had never hated latex-like he did at that moment. His member grew harder, like a steel bar. The time had come. “C'mon, Diana!” he ordered again, taking one of the beautiful peaks of her breasts into her mouth. And with those words, a second orgasm shot through her like a bolt of lightning. She was hoarse from so many screams of passion. Everything faded around her, as she felt Ian cum inside her with a grunt, which added to her screams echoing in the room.

He dimmed the room lights, leaving on, after a few failed attempts, a spotlight illuminating the small stage where the pole dance pole stood. Walking over to the sound system, he selected a song he thought would be perfect, considering he wasn't a good dancer for anything that required fast movements. "Trust Me" by Dee Joy and Yasmine Shah started playing, and he took his position under the spotlight, always followed by her curious gaze.

It was painful to watch. The demon smashed a table. The leg of it spun in her direction, knocking her to the floor. He stomped forward raising his hammer to smash her. She looked up at him with frightened eyes. Those grey eyes, my eyes, frantically searched for me. I had to do something before my twin was smashed. A song popped into my head from earlier today. I just hoped it would work. "I met you in the dark, you lit me up," I sang. "You made me feel as though I was enough. We danced the night away, we drank too much..."

Chris Hey beautiful you ready for tomorrow I can’t wait to see you I texted Mena She is all I can seem to think about lately Just wanting to get to know her get closer to her will make my day right now I get up and decided to get ready for the day I showered and got dressed and as I was leaving the bathroom my phone dang with a response from Mena which made me light up from within Good morning handsome was her response along with her asking about where I want to take her and what time to be ready we texted back and forth for a while then I found out I wouldn’t be alone with her I had to bring Josh for her friend Tory I wonder what that’s about but I don’t push I just wanna be near her so I t

A quiet storm, but one that promised destruction if crossed. By evening, discharge time arrived. Liza, radiant despite her ordeal, leaned heavily on Elion’s arm. Each step was choreographed, calculated to draw attention, to flaunt fragility while testing his devotion. Ella, in stark contrast, staggered along the corridor, leaning against walls, each step sending jolts of pain through her body. Henry followed silently, glancing back at her struggle, his mind a battlefield of fear and hesitation.

Everything disconnected, so far away and heaviness holds me prisoner in my strange state. The harsh blinding brightness clicks off with a loud noise beside my left ear, amplified and echoey. It makes me flinch again and that voice comes back to me in a gentle wave once more. ‘Is that better honey? Lamp is a bit bright and you really should try and rest. It’s after two a.m.’