The Ragged Edge Of Night Novels & Stories

It pulses once, like a heartbeat. I swallow hard. Strange things have always happened when I’m upset, lights flickering, books falling, dreams that feel too real, but this feels different. Like the pendant is reacting to something out there. Or calling to it. The fog thins as we turn onto a narrow road lined with lanterns shaped like pumpkins. They sway even though there’s no wind. “Hallow’s Edge goes all out for Halloween,” Ms. Carter says cheerfully. “Biggest festival in the county. You’ll be here just in time.”

The background was filled with deep shades of blue and gray, almost like a storm gathering over a dark sea. Two human figures stood in the middle. They weren't detailed. They were more like soft, blurry silhouettes. One was slightly taller and broader than the other. The smaller figure stood a little farther away. They weren't touching. But right between them was a thin streak of warm, golden paint. I stared at it for a long moment, following the golden line with my eyes. “It's... really raw,” I said softly. Leonard remained quiet. “It feels like two people who are surrounded by coldness or distance. They're close enough to see each other, but they can't touch.”

He had told himself there would be another night, another song, another chance. Now there was an empty house, a returned ring, and a child who had learned that her father was always too late.

Chapter 94: The Midnight Ridge The southern highway out of Solis-Vael did not wind through gentle country pastures; it tore straight through the jagged granite spine of the Razorback Ridge. The rain had long since ceased, but the night air remained thick with a freezing, damp fog that rolled off the high peak bogs, blanketing the narrow mountain pass in absolute blackness. The only illumination came from the faint, sickly glow of a crescent moon cutting through the ragged clouds and the rhythmic, muffled sparks of iron horseshoes striking stone. Eighty riders moved in a single, silent column through the mist, their identity banners wrapped tightly in dark oilcloth to prevent any betraying ru

By 4:00 PM, the blinding hot anger that had carried me away from the plaza of the Kane Empire had settled into the center of my chest. The tears had dried on my cheeks, leaving tight, itchy tracks across my skin that I cleaned away with the sleeve of my oversized knit sweater. I didn't look in the mirror this time. I already knew what was there: a girl who had sold her dignity for a single night, now forced to pay the price in blood, sweat, and secrecy.

She turned in her sleep and the robe she wore on top of the revealing nightie he saw last night flew open exposing her goodies to his hungry eyes. He willed himself to look away and not be tempted by the shape of her body and how well her breast pressed against the fabric of the nightie, he could see her perky nipples and was very tempted to touch them, how he was able to spend the night with such a gorgeous woman and not take her was beyond him but now that he was awake, he had to remind himself who she was and why it would be a bad idea to start anything with her. Lance finally got himself to look away from her and got off the bed, he meant to leave without waking her but she must be a lig

It was a mouth that hinted at a passionate nature that was carefully, vigorously held in check but once unleashed could be dangerous. I suppressed another shiver, trying not to think of how dangerous it would be to be in bed with Grayson Barlowe. Dangerous and exciting and mind-blowing. I stuffed the handkerchief in my tote bag. ‘I’ll wash it and get it back to you.’ ‘Keep it.’

ANDY’S POV I barely slept a wink last night and I seriously hate the fact I couldn’t because I tried so much to just close my eyes but my own words kept hunting me. Maybe I was too harsh on Angela last night and I realized that like few hours into the night. I run my hand through my hair as I swing my feet off the bed and walk into the living room. I did not have dinner yesterday because of what happened and I was feeling so hungry right now. I step into the kitchen to fix something for myself, and settle for some leftover pizza, literally wolfing it down in seconds

"What are you doing! Don't be violent!" Through my fingers, I saw Catherine glaring angrily at her husband who had so firmly defended me. Maybe Catherine was angry mixed with jealousy. Meanwhile, Adam hurriedly pulled Catherine away from me. That's when I uncovered my face again. "Come on!" Adam dragged Catherine roughly. I winced seeing how Adam treated Catherine. Adam dragged Catherine out of my room. And outside that bedroom door I could still hear Catherine yelling at Adam, saying she didn't like being handled roughly. I saw the bedroom door closed with a slight slam that made me jump in surprise.

I had drunk several bottles of mineral water while on the bus. Therefore, I felt the urge to get up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom. When I groggily opened my eyes, I noticed that Kathleen wasn't in bed. On my way to the bathroom, I passed by the living room and saw a dim, red light flickering from the room next door. It was just the two of us at home—could Kathleen be in there? If it was her, what was she doing there this late at night?