Novelas y relatos de Revealed: A House Of Night Novel

Josephine started having trouble sleeping. Every night, she'd sit alone in the living room, staring at the lamp she'd left on. She tried turning it off once, but when the darkness closed in around her, the memories only became clearer. The image of me curled up in the corner, the cuts running down my arm, the way my face snapped to the side when she slapped me. She unlocked her phone and opened her photo gallery. There were pictures of Brady, Owen, and the three of them together as a family.

She had already sprinted past the turnoff for her apartment building; leading these unknown killers to her safe house would be suicide. She needed to lose them in the dark, because if she failed to break their line of sight, she would likely end up as a corpse on an autopsy table by morning. The path ahead was pitch black, unlit by any city infrastructure, but her enhanced night vision handled the darkness without issue. Fortunately, she knew these back alleys like the back of her hand. Reaching the absolute end of the concrete maze, the narrow path finally opened up into the wide, brightly lit expanse of the multi-lane highway.

We jumped out of the car and broke through the door. The place was dusty, like it hadn’t been lived in for a while. We all decided to split up and look for her because of how big the expanse of the whole house was. I remember how lively it used to be some years ago! "Guys! Over here! I found her!" Lisa screamed from upstairs, and we all rushed to the room. As I entered, the metallic scent of blood and the chill of the evening breeze from the open window sent shivers down my spine.

After finishing her food, Mary was about to lie back down on the bed when Dennis said, "Let's change and go out together." It was already nine o'clock at night, and it was quite late. Mary asked, "Where are we going?" "To John's house," Dennis replied. When they arrived at the John family's mansion, it was already 10 PM and the lights were still on, indicating that nobody had gone to bed yet. Dennis honked the horn twice and held Mary's hand, reassuring her: "Just follow me, don't be afraid." Mary stared at the luxurious house, the bright lights blinding her. They were too rich and powerful, and it was normal for them not to care about her.

During the Thanksgiving holiday week, my husband, Caleb Whitman, keeps working overtime. I feel sorry for how hard he's working, so I take over all the household chores. While doing the laundry, I pull a food delivery receipt from the pocket of his coat. Everything on the order appears to be intended for a pregnant woman. It has bone broth, baked salmon, and fresh seasonal vegetables. It's obvious that everything was chosen with care. There's even a note that says, "For an expectant mother. Keep it low in oil and salt. Make sure the utensils are sterilized." The delivery was sent to a luxury apartment above Caleb's office building. I crumple the receipt, let out a cold laugh, and delibe

"You've got no right to talk about love. A hidden girlfriend? Nah, just my replacement." Anger surged within me. Before I could shoot back, her smile turned cruel. She shoved past me, knocking my shoulder hard. "Know your place." Her footsteps faded, leaving me clutching my chest. The pain was unbearable. Luke failed me, but Karma always came back around. Once I calmed down, I went home. Mike called. "Your fiancé got you an animal biology book with real specimens inside. Pretty cool, right? How are you going to thank me?"

I needed to explore it, my curiosity getting the better of me. "No darling, that's not ours. That's for our new neighbors. Here this is ours." My mum said, shattering my self constructed illusion as she pointed out of the car window what was our house. I turned only to see a small duplex. It was painted white with touches of grey, which were much darker than the previous house. The roof looked like it was sinking in, the front door looked old and the paint looked to be a very off white color. I imagine it was from all the dirt that had never been cleaned off of it. The house had a very abandoned look to it, I guess that's why my mum described it as rustic.

Through the darkness and the sound of rain, his eyes sparkled, his heartbeat was a little audible and he was about to fall asleep any minute. The four of them lay in the same bed, which was too big and strange. The room with too many books and papers had the smell of honey and other medicinal herbs. It was calm and comfortable here, even though the child's restlessness had been too long. And the moment the lightning lingered in the room for a few seconds, Adelard saw Percival's face. He was awake. He lay with his eyes open, with a happy expression on his face, holding Armand's little hand. But when darkness plunged the room back into a sleepy state, Adelard closed his eyes and quickly fell a

Surprisingly, I don't find the idea disturbing. Feeling boredom as it sets in quickly, I make my way over to the bookshelf. I start to peruse the titles and am shocked at what I find. I see the House of Night Series, The Twilight Series, Forbidden Knowledge, Harry Potter Trilogy, and various books on Military Protocols all with black covers. The books are all in good condition too. Not interested in any of the military books I reach for the first book in the House of Night Series. As I take the book over to the couch to settle in, the door swings open.

That night, after Sheldon fell asleep, I slipped his briefcase open and pulled out the files he never thought I'd touch. It contained everything—the secrets, the numbers, the dirt. I copied it all onto a flash drive. The next morning, I set up a meeting with his biggest rival. Ken Clayton leaned back in his chair, giving me this slow, suspicious look. "Is this some kind of setup? Everybody in this town knows you and Sheldon are ride-or-die." He refused to believe I would sell Sheldon out.