Shadow Singer Novels & Stories

He realized that he had made a shovel fall to the floor. “Who is it?” A guard’s voice emerged from inside the room with the cocking sound of an AK. Adam felt his blood abandon his head.

But oh boy, was I in for a surprise. The room got all hyped up with the impending arrival of the Literature of Modern Europe professor. My breath caught up in my throat when the door cracked opened and he walked in—confident and charismatic. A wave of familiarity hit me like a rogue wave at the beach. Yep, it was him, and suddenly, my academic routine got a whole lot more interesting. ________________ Author's Note: Hello my dearest readers, Welcome to the enthralling world of Shadows in the Night: Secrets of the Howling Heart🌙✨

“I will be” I hung up the phone feeling a bit better. The man in the shadows from my delusion still haunted my mind. I took some deep breaths, and I did my best to shove the thoughts away. I still heard his voice saying, “come home my dove.” Something kept nagging at me though ‘Why were they near grandmothers? What was drawing me back there?’ ‘Who was the sinister looking man

They only wrapped my foot up in some old rags and called it a day. That kind of pain had stuck with me, but they seemed to have forgotten all about it. I looked up, meeting the eyes of the crowd. "The person in those photos had all ten toes. It was clearly not me." Nelson backed me up, saying, "Jennifer had a tattoo with my name on her lower back when we were together. She was scared it'd give her away, and told me to keep those photos hidden. "I still have some shots of that tattoo, and it's proof that it's Jennifer in those pictures.

I lay there, trembling, tasting blood, my body aching, but it was my heart that felt shattered beyond repair. As darkness slowly pulled me under, one thought echoed in my mind: he chose her. I woke up in the hospital; no one was around, but the pain I felt had subsided. ‘How did I get here?’ I asked myself; just then a nurse walked in. “You are awake, Mrs. Adams." "The doctor said you should rest and you still need to recover. I will be right back." She said as she stepped out. As I sat on the bed, everything my sister said replayed in my head, and Cole’s betrayal

“I have got what I want. I’m done dealing with the likes of you.” “Really?” Dionysus asked knowingly. A smirk traced along his lips. “But hey,” she turned on her heels towards the door. “I’d never known the man could make a high-pitch. Hercules seems like a promising singer.” Dionysus snorted yet again. “Thing is, he is not.” “Unfortunate.” Shadow pulled the door from inside. “If he ever wanted to change career, don’t forget to hit me up. I can knock down a couple of warm meals to commemorate his change of heart.”

I felt Max pressing my hand tighter, my eyes immediately turning into her. "They are fine, right?" she whispered. I bit my lower lip, unsure how to answer but I know I had to. "They are. That's Storm. He won't let anything bad happen to your member," Max smiled at my words. And somehow, I feel a little less tense than earlier. We all trust our members. We do. Like always, 7-1=7 for SHADOW and 4-1=4 for WHISTLE. We're all together, all the way.

How arrogant. “Stai zitta! Sofia (Quiet! Sofia!),” It was a deep, husky voice that snapped velvet blondie. Everyone stopped chewing and using their hands. They looked at the old man—that I considered Luciano’s father. Suddenly, I heard a heavy breath beside me, I turned around to find Luciano painted in furious red, it was like smoke would emit out of his ears. Maybe, blondie triggered something in him that I wished to know but cursed my existence for not speaking Italian.

Then, someone suggested that Willow and Cameron take a love shot together. Cameron, a polished man in his thirties, simply smiled without a word. Those in power could take a passive role while the ones in service were expected to be more assertive. Amid Willow’s hesitation, her boss poured her a drink. “So Mr. Shuttle…” Willow extended her arm. Suddenly, the door to the private lounge opened, and a head poked in for a look. “Oops, wrong room.” Without a care for the people inside, the attendant apologized to the man behind him. “I’m sorry, Mr. Chester. My bad for getting the room number wrong.”

he’d said, shaking his head. “She’ll adjust,” I replied tightly. “Sure,” Zayn chuckled. “And I’m the Pope.” Dinner was even worse. Alessia never missed an opportunity to jab me with her tongue, and Zayn sat there enjoying the show like it was a comedy act. After she stormed off again, Zayn leaned back in his chair, smirking. “She’s got fire. I like her.” “She’s reckless,” I muttered. “She’s alive,” Zayn countered. “Most women in our world are trained shadows. She’s a storm.”