Tasting Darkness Jessica Hall Novels & Stories

And I stood awkwardly near the window, the uninvited guest, the human specter. “Thank you for coming,” Jessica said, her voice thin but clear. She didn’t look at me. Her gaze swept over her father, Ronan, and Finn. “I know there are questions. I… don’t have all the answers. It’s fragments. Darkness, cold, the smell of wet stone and… and iron.” She shuddered. “Did you see Peter Holloway?” Gideon asked, his voice soft, encouraging.

She looks at the table in surprise, but her lips gently curl into a smile as she takes a seat. “You remember I like red.” She whispers, picking up the glass and swirling the wine inside, sniffing as the scent floats into the air. “Of course.” I answer with a grin, lifting my glass and clinking it with hers. “Only a fool wouldn’t know a girl’s favourite wine.” I add. Jessica sighs, looking down at her plate with a melancholy look, and I know right away she is thinking about that pathetic asshole Jonathan. “And only a bigger fool would have tolerated their disrespect.” She mumbles out before taking a long drink of wine.

“I’m sorry to be the one to bring the bad news, but it’s true.” Elias’ words hit Jessica hard, like a ton of bricks landing on her. “What? How can you even know that?” Elias’ expression never changed, but he carried on. “I tracked the scent myself.” He paused. “Jessica, your grandmother’s tea was poisoned, masked with cinnamon and spices. Whoever did this knew exactly how and what they were doing.” Jessica’s fingers grasped the beads around her throat, unable to believe what she was hearing from Elias. It was then, as Jessica touched the beads, that she felt the same sensation once more. The electricity searing through her, followed by the wild, heated burning sensation.

Anna quipped "But you harassed me enough I had no choice but to give in" He looked down at her. She smirked at him. She knew there were many questions she still held, but for now she just wanted the largest steak possible and to be held. She was afraid she would never escape the darkness. Yes, after her last self had left she was stuck. She could hear Ian pleading with her but she couldn't find the way out of her own mind. She could not explain it but it felt like something was trying to lock her in that state. It scared her. "I will get you some food and water. Once you have recharged we will discuss this situation" Ian stated firmly.

Lucas hovered by the door, looking like he wished he could melt into the woodwork. And I stood awkwardly by the window, the uninvited guest, the human ghost in the room. “Thank you for coming,” Jessica said, her voice weak but steady. She didn’t glance my way. Her eyes moved over her father, Ethan, and Lucas. “I know there are questions. I… don’t have all the answers. It’s just fragments. Darkness, cold, the smell of wet stone and… and iron.” She shuddered. “Did you see Peter Holloway?” Victor asked, his voice soft and encouraging.

All she saw was darkness, and in a way, she was drawn to it more and more as each day paster her by; it was a simple bliss. However, just like anything good in her life, it didn't last long. The blistering shrieks of an alarm rang through Harlow's ears. In perpetual search for the source, the beautiful brunette found herself in an entanglement within the sheets. Furiously, she shut her clock, and the sudden ear-splitting noise ended abruptly. Overwhelmed, she lay there perplexed.

I murmured, my voice a lethal, low vibration in the dark. "I grew up in estates with very creaky floorboards and fathers who didn't like to be disturbed," Jessica breathed. Her chest heaved against my back. Even in the pitch black, the physical proximity was electric. The erotic tension from the Gala hadn't evaporated; it had simply mutated into something feral and desperate. "We have to move, Lolita. Sloane is a ghost in this environment. She’s got night – vision capabilities drilled into her muscle memory. She’ll hunt us down one by one." I turned around in the narrow space, pinning Jessica against the glass wall. I couldn't see her face, but I could feel the rapid rise and fall of her che

I said softly as Shade came forward, and we slowly slipped into the shadows. When we reappeared, we were in my room. It was dark. I sat on my bed with her wrapped tightly in my arms. She gripped my shoulders, her fingernails digging in as she searched for solid ground and found it with me. “I'm so sorry! I don't want to hurt you. This isn't easy for me. I want you but I can't be with you. I'm no good for you. There's too much darkness in me, and my past is so dark that if it wasn't for the darkness inside me, my dark past is too bad; you deserve better. Everything about me is wrong. Everything about me is bad, and everything about you is good. You deserve better than me,” I said, and I hated

The aftermath of shock, but Lara would sooner have been boiled alive than cry in front of him. “If you were hanging off the edge of a cliff, I’d stand on your fingers,” she told him jerkily. She heard paper tearing. A bottle of ‘Blonde Passion’ landed beside her. “The name caught my eye,” he raked down at her, “and the stupid salesgirl sprayed some of it around me. That was yesterday and I still can’t get rid of it!” A long silence stretched. Her teeth bit into the hand she had wedged against her mouth but she couldn’t stop the faint tremors still racking through her.

Got her into the covers as she was sound asleep. Jessica then headed back downstairs getting to the door which was supposed to take her to the basement. She silently opened it and sloped down in the darkness. In the room was multiple full tins of glittering green capsules about the amount of a thousand. She reached picking up one of the many, opened it up and took out on tablet. She stood in silent the threw it in her mouth swallowing. Jessica stood still waiting for the result and impact. In about a few seconds, her eyes produced a bright sun like fire flaming out of her eyes. She walked clumsily turning on the lights when her finger nails rapidly grew out of her skin and surprisingly blac