The Darkest Places Book 소설 & 이야기

I can't live my school because it's the only school that get dark-side books in it's library in my town New Orleans. I frequently used to go to library to read about story life of past oracles so I went against Mr John's advice by sneaking into the library to read my favourites untill I was banned not to enter the library anymore. Even though I was banned but he had forgotten that I borrowed a book from the library weeks ago which happened to be the darkest one called The Black Cults because I was eager to know how the black cults kill the Viper in that book.

He heads to the mall’s food court area to unpack the items and check out the plots as well. The series is a medley of genre set in a dystopic time. He is amazed at the condition of the books, they feel… brand new? He takes his time to admire and study their condition for almost a hundred times. As he grabs the orange books, he feels the hard cover and runs his hand on the embossed title – The Darkest Minds.

~This chapter contains graphic sexual content~ I pushed the door open and the room was pitch black as promised, the light from the hall showed a little closet by the door and it was open. I let the door close and lifted my purse off quickly, to set it down so I would be able to find it later. “Hey Eve, you found me,” I heard a voice from much further in the room. “I guess so,” I said, putting out my arms trying to feel around. Did he want me to walk back there or should I wait here for him?

Another punches my stomach while I’m simultaneously being shoved down to the ground. “Let me go,” I scream, or at least I try to, but no sound leaves my lips. Suddenly, something shifts in the air. The large men surrounding me freeze before taking position at my sides, letting me see what is ahead. Who is ahead. A man steps forward, a large black cloak covering his body and dragging against the mud as he moves. His face is shrouded in shadows, but I see his eyes. They are sharp yet deep, a swirl of greenish-brown filled with death.

Why didn’t he love us? A few minutes later Liam walked in, wrapping his body around mine, letting me sob on his chest until I fell asleep. The last thing that went through my brain was that I knew everything in my life was just too perfect. I knew I shouldn’t have got my hopes up for a happy ending. I’d never have a happy ending. ~ Liam ~

For in this book and world, darkness and hell are inevitable and true. “Did you ever feel the horror and hopelessness after you realize that you are caught inside your nightmare and from the panic, you forgot how to get out? In the time that you have already seen the monsters and the horror within that nightmare and the world that you are currently leaving, you realize that the monsters and the entire thing are all you and your trauma. Then when everything seems to fade and you finally escape from that dreaded nightmare. You ought to wake up and only realize that you haven’t escaped from that darkness yet. For your life is the darkness itself.”

That fucking diamond pattern from your cubicle, unmistakable, like a dirty little secret laid bare. Your mind spins, lust twisting into something darker. Could it be Sabrina? The thought’s a blade, sharp and hot, slicing through you. The idea that the goddess from the office, with her angelic smile and fuck-me eyes, could be this filthy little exhibitionist—it’s too much. You’re rock-hard, imagining her spread open in that cubicle, touching herself while you’re just feet away, clueless. Who the hell is Kat18, and how deep does this rabbit hole go? ****************

No clear instructions were available—just line after line of code confirming the finality of either choice. One line in particular stood out, written in bold caps: // IF THEY COME FOR YOU, GIVE THEM FIRE OR DARKNESS. NOT BOTH. Isabella’s hands shook. She thought of her mother’s voice, fractured but unwavering: “I was here. I am real. Don’t let them tell you otherwise.” The words echoed through her mind as her heart pounded in her chest. She had to make a decision. But how? If she wiped everything, the Society’s victims would vanish—no evidence, no justice. If she leaked it, innocent survivors would be exposed, their trauma turned into spectacle, their privacy violated.

Then, with purpose, I tossed it into the trash can. The sharp, hollow clink of metal hitting the bottom echoed through the quiet night. The wind brushed against me, its chill settling over my skin. I looked out over the night view, where even the dimmest stars held a faint trace of light. Then, I turned and stepped back inside, closing the door behind me. In that moment, I felt a stillness I had never known. Everything in the past had finally fallen with the stars into endless darkness. And ahead of me, there lay countless possibilities that I could explore one by one.