Spotlight Books Novels & Stories

My friends, my fame, my career, my dreams, and my will to live. But I still have him, the love of my life, Jared. He is the only light at the end of this never ending tunnel of darkness, my hope, my salvation. Every day, he sings me lullabies with the sweetest of voices, lulling me to sleep in the comfort of his warm and firm arms, reassuring me that everything will be alright after the horrific scene of carnage, flames and destruction that plague my dreams every night.

Therefore, Miguel believed that the second option must be true, and it gave him hope that if they could get hold of this book, the spell it contained would surely help them contact Nadir in the Underworld and get the message across. - We have to find this book, at all costs.- Miguel was talking to himself as he searched the internet for places selling old books, especially on the subject of magic or esotericism. And he really did thought so - for Miguel was ready to get rid of all his savings, if only to get his hands on the book. Additionally, Nadir left behind not only her belongings and clothes, but also quite a lot of money earned while working at the bar. As it was all cash, Miguel gave

He said in excitement and Charles nodded in agreement beside him as he sat up. “There's this one lady at the strippers’ section. I heard she's a beast! Men literally fight to get her home with them. I want to try her tonight, she's so fucking sexy. You have to come, man, you're missing out on a lot because you're a damn workaholic,” Charles quipped, but I was uninterested as I watched them talk and talk about how much fun “they” were gonna have. Until someone knocked softly. The door pushed open to reveal Lena and she walked in with her usual innocent smile as she placed documents on my desk.

Amani put on the torch light once more, as she adjusted her glasses on her nose trying to see. Her gaze returned to the drawer. To the folder. To the seal stamped across it. VAUGHN EMPIRE - EXECUTIVE CLEARANCE Curiosity twisted inside her. Just one look, One quick glance, then she would put it back exactly where she found it, no one would ever know. Amani reached for the folder and finally she opened it. The first page revealed a list of names. The second page held financial statements. The third… A photograph slipped loose and drifted to the floor.

He looked unfairly good this morning — fresh white shirt hugging his broad shoulders, sleeves rolled up to show those veined forearms I couldn’t stop staring at. “I… uh…” I stammered, completely lost for words. Susie finally saved me — sort of. “We were just talking about… uh… a book!” she said quickly, though her voice was way too cheerful to be believable. Ezekiel’s lips twitched like he was fighting a smile. “A book, huh?” I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me whole. He lingered for another second, eyes still on me, before nodding slightly. “Alright. See you around, Nyla.”

the Light? I think most of us will agree and love both our light and dark sides, because we, as humans, have both of these elements - Light and Darkness. It is up to us which of them we will let overcome the other in our hearts. And no matter if you believe in God, another higher power or you are an atheist, you certainly feel the influence of these two opposing elements in your life many times, especially when you have to make an important decision such as, for example, whether to help someone in need? Should I stop or pass someone indifferently? Take care only for yourself and your own interests, or maybe for common good? It is a popular concept of right or wrong, where right is Light and

Just like Nicholas, I couldn't detect any maliciousness, so perhaps they were good at hiding it. Either way, I had a job to do here. The scent of old paper and dust wafted over me in a comforting manner. I smiled to myself, this time taking out my phone and shining the light on the books. This would be more useful than just a flashlight because I could adjust the brightness. I scanned the books, ignoring the ones I saw as irrelevant. I pulled out a couple of them, turning to a few pages to see if they'd be of any use to me before putting them back on the shelf.

Truth, not spectacle. Outside, the city waited, greedy, bright, relentless. But Celeste walked into it on her own terms. Her name hers again. Her story still unwritten. And for once, the spotlight didn’t burn. It just lit the way forward.

A fragile flame flickering in the darkness. What drew me to her? Was it the desperation in her eyes? Or the spark of defiance that seemed to simmer just beneath the surface? As I descended the stairs, the sounds of the school faded into the background, replaced by the cacophony of thoughts swirling within me. Kae's haunted expression, her trembling lips, and those eyes – eyes that seemed to hold a thousand secrets.

Julian’s POV I always thought I’d be the one who lit up a room. The name on everyone’s lips. The center of every whisper, every glance. I’d grown used to it—maybe even addicted. But lately, the spotlight hadn’t been mine. And for the first time… I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. Tonight, it followed Ethan. We were at the annual City Hearts Gala—a glossy, overhyped fundraiser with champagne, influencers, and people who pretended to know you when they really only knew your face from a tabloid or a scandal headline.