Tasting Darkness Jessica Hall Novels & Stories

She thumbed through books, opened desk drawers, and looked behind wall hangings, but found nothing. When Jessica returned with a tray laden with a Mikasa tea set and a small pyramid of petit fours, Elsa studied her closer. Her skin tone was pale, almost sallow looking. Dark circles rested in the hollows of her eyes and her cheeks looked sunken. She found it hard to believe that I’d date someone in such poor health. When Jessica looked up to ask how she took her tea, Elsa sucked in air as she noticed that the pupils of Jess’s eyes were dilated.

There goes my tip. "Sir, I noticed you’re drinking the 1984 Chateau. Let me send another round on the house for your troubles," Jessica offers breathlessly, her cleavage on full display as she leans in, her eyes batting just like they did back in high school. The man grunts in agreement as her fingers dig into my arm like talons. She whispers through clenched teeth, "Kitchen. Now." I bow my head obediently as I follow her into the chaos of the kitchen.

Whatever it was, I didn't want to dwell on it, so I just drank it all. I cringed as it touched my tongue; it has a tangy and sweet taste, but the aftertaste was amazing, and the burn was good. I was sipping it when I perceived the whiff of Jessica. "Hello, hello, Jessi is in the building." Hollers went around the bar as they saw her. She must be quite famous here too. I stilled to where we were as she saw us; she was wearing a jean short and a top, and we had her hair in ringlets. The disco light shone on her face, and I noticed she had eye makeup on nonetheless; she looked amazing.

“Don’t do anything stupid, Jessica.” She laughs, shaking her head. “Oh, sweetheart. It’s already done.” ___ Jessica’s POV – A New Order I walk into the dining room with my head held high, my heels clicking against the floor as I take my seat at the head of the table. The maids immediately begin serving breakfast, moving with the precision I expect from them. Yet, despite the delicious aroma of freshly brewed coffee and sizzling sausage, Chloe and Stanley’s mother remain motionless, their arms crossed, their plates untouched.

I said then hang up Stopped my car in front of the hotel where Lukas lived. I walk in, and ask the lady in the front desk. "Hi, Miss. Is Jarvis here?" I said. "Yes, Miss Catalina. Mr. Perkins arrived last night with a woman." She hospitality said. I just nod and walk faster to catch up to the elevator. The elevator is about to close when a hands stop it from closing. Then i saw Larvis, who's catching his breath. "Good thing, i made it," he said and stood on my right side. We're alone in the elevator. I pressed the top floor, because that's where his penthouse is.

Definitely a couch. Bianca's eyes were adjusting slowly to the darkness. She could make out vague shapes now. A door across the room. A window, but it was covered with something that blocked all outside light. She tried to stand but her legs were still weak. Whatever they had given her was still in her system, making everything difficult. The room smelled musty, old. Like a place that had been closed up for a long time. Bianca managed to get to her feet, swaying slightly. She took a step toward where she thought the door was and immediately stumbled into a piece of furniture.

But when Morana nodded and allowed Daniel to do what he should have done, it was at that moment that Daniel didn't hold back at all anymore. Beat after beat that made the bed under them creak, mixed with the sighs of the two of them. It is this sound that dominates the hotel room they occupy. Echoing between the bedroom walls and bouncing off the ceiling… The moonlight that penetrates in, becomes a silent witness for the two people who are pushing themselves to achieve worldly pleasures that cannot be described in words. Again and again… They did it all night… # # # The room was dark and gloomy because none of the lights were on, while the owner was holding his cellphone tightly and standing

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

she cried to us as she handed us the painting that was meant for us. I just smiled at her as she hugged us. I looked down at the painting I was holding. "Life in the Darkness" — The Woman Who Lived in the Dark." ** Life in Darkness has signed off.

He tugged at my arm. My eyes adjusted as much as they could. My vision wiggled and my body swayed, but I couldn't tear my eyes away. I was frozen. It was hard to tell if it was from terror or curiosity. My fingers grasp Mila's arms as I watched the darkness come. I knew it was over. Deep down I knew it had me. The inky blackness rolled over Mila, enveloping her other side. She started to move away from me. My heart jumped. At first I thought she was still alive, but quickly realized it was the darkness. It was taking her.