Spectacular Now Novel Novels & Stories

And just like that, peace became something else entirely. I opened my eyes slowly. The room was quiet, washed in pale gray morning light slipping through partially drawn curtains. Rome had not fully awakened yet, the city beyond the estate remained hushed, suspended in that fragile hour before reality resumes. Elena slept facing me, one hand resting lightly against my chest, her breathing slow and even, completely unaware of the violence happening inside my mind.

My hands shook as I slit the seal with a butter knife. “Club Noir cordially invites you to the Annual Auction of Submission. January 15th. Mask required.” I read it four times before the words actually sank in. Then I read it a fifth time, and a sixth, until the elegant script blurred. My stomach twisted so hard I had to sit down on the floor, back against the cabinets, knees drawn up to my chest. I had heard the stories for years. Dancers and writers and photographers, all of us drowning in the same swamp of debt and disappointment, whispering the same name: Alexander Kale.

Sophia listened more than she spoke, but every time I said something she watched me like she was memorizing it. At some point she leaned slightly closer. “You look different tonight. Happy.” I smiled. “I think I am. Thank you for coming.” She rested her arm along the back of the couch behind me then whispered, . “I couldn’t miss it.” Still… my shoulders relaxed. Then suddenly, Lena stopped talking mid-sentence. Her eyes moved past me toward the door. Her whole face changed. Color drained from it. “Oh fucking hell no,” she whispered. The table fell silent.

I ask, cautiously trying not to look iver the balcony. “We are situated on the 50th floor of Daniels tower,” She says, “I do hope you aren’t afraid of heights. I turn around and see the top of the building, a spire sticking straight up and seeming to disappear behind clouds. I try to move to a better position to see it better, I want to see if there is a flag of some sort at the top of it. “Not particularly of heights but I do have a fear of-” My sentence cuts short as I feel myself start to fall as the back of my foot reaches an edge.

" We should get going." Noah nodded, waiting for her to take steps forward. She took the first three steps and stopped completely, all the color draining from her face. Her eyes grew wide and it was fixed on something. Noah followed her gaze. It wasn't fixed on something, it was someone. And what a person it was. Though clad in simple clothing, the power and wealth that exuded him threatened to shrink Noah. He glanced at Serena to see if she was experiencing the same thing he was feeling. He was in for a surprise. She was shaking, but it wasn't out of fear.

If the candle does not flicker, start over. Jennifer left Ellen’s feeling safe. She went home and was sitting in the study reading a book. The wind started blowing hard. The rain was pounding on the tin roof and the thunder was shaking the windowpanes. She heard a glass scatter on the floor. When she turned around, a picture of herself had fallen off the mantle and broken. She reached down to pick up the glass from the floor and her finger started bleeding. As she walked across the floor to put the glass in the trash, the floor began to shake. She immediately went to the bedroom and light the candle and stood looking into the mirror. The candle blew out. She was consumed with fear. The rever

I pulled him up and held him close. Fear was evident on Mrs Spears face. For a moment, the thunder and lightning stopped but the next second, screams filled the arena. It's high time I checked whatever is really going on. Whether or not my powers are intact, war has been declared. NB: this is by chance my first paranormal/supernatural based novel so please ignore any flops 🙏🙏. Thanks 😘

I say. Alex is a billionaire but it's pretty obvious his never seen something like this before. I can tell that much by the way he keeps mumbling and staring wide eyed at everything. . . Jasmine and Archer as well and I get it, this is new for them but old for me, so fucking old and crumpled. A heavy, tired, sigh falls out of my lips and I shut my eyes, telling myself to calm down, to block out those escaping memories, I'm not ready for it yet, it's just not time.

Glenn got a kind of soufflé and Will happened to get crème brûlée. I was stuffed. The food was amazing here, although these upscale places aren’t my favorite. They were definitely made for celebrations and rarities in my book. I may have a lot of money left from my inheritance, but that doesn’t mean I want people to know. I never even told Jared until we had been dating for over a year. As I thought about him, I quickly glanced over where he was sitting earlier to see if he was still there… and he wasn’t. Thank God.