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Closer: Closer: She screamed. I shot up from the bed on the edge of a bitter scream. Looking around the dark room, I trembled. Quickly turning the lamp at the side of the bed on, I sat up and tried to get myself together. That nightmare murder was what left off my courage. No, I couldn’t stay in here again. I didn’t like being alone. I didn’t like the darkness. Hell, I didn’t want to be here

“Mr. Stones, I would appreciate it if you kept those thoughts to yourself, it is definitely not appropriate.” “I’ve seen you at the club dancing.” Maddy gasped. She was afraid of this day. “What you think you could hide forever? Philip wants our money; I am willing to buy the software if you spend a night with me.” Jude Stones reached out and attempted to run his finger down her arm. “Sir, please do not touch me, I am not interested in you.” Maddy tried to move farther away without arousing suspicion. “That cripple can’t satisfy you, I can.” Maddy sighed.

When I open them again, I catch something moving in the corner. A figure. A shadow. It has no face. Just the suggestion of a body—dark, rippling, wrong. A silhouette more like smoke than flesh, standing just beyond the edge of the firelight. Before I can scream, its arm lunges forward—its fingers long and razor-sharp. I cry out—“Magnus!” In a flash, he moves. The mattress rips apart under us as the shadow’s claw strikes down, slicing the bedding open. Magnus grabs me and pulls me aside just as the shadow lets out a sound—wet and jagged, like wind tearing through a tunnel.

I'm hoping to give it a more gothic theme rather than romantic. "I decided on making it a romantic fantasy," Nice, Christine. "It follows a teacher with a hidden desire lurking inside of her. She tries resisting, but her new home holds a monster that brings that desire out. And she realizes that her life may be a lie." "What's called, Christine?" I smiled at her question. "It's called The Shadow that Lurks Within," Jessica didn't say anything else, and we continued to look around in silence. John was holding five different onesies, all with different animals on them.

I had no doubt that they would smell me behind the tree, but the shadows gave me the advantage of knowing what I was up against before they could see me. The three men stepped out of the woods, one radiated more power than the other two I could immediately tell that he was the Alpha. As I was observing them something strange happened, a blue light engulfed each of them, somewhat surrounding them in different hues. ‘Shadow, why are they glowing?’ I asked worriedly, feeling uneasy by the sudden change, people never glowed before. ‘They are of pure heart, they mean no harm, they are honest and trustworthy.’ she responded in the soothing voice that I have come to love in the few times that I'd h

The next minute the pressure behind the bracelet was no longer behind anything — it was simply present, in his blood and his senses and the specific quality of his awareness, all of it arriving simultaneously with nowhere to put it. He stopped walking. He stood in the corridor of the human palace that had taken everything from him and he felt himself at the edges of what he could hold. Not lost — he was not the rogue in the courtyard, he had the framework, he had weeks of training and understanding — but at the edge. The very edge of what the framework could contain. He thought of Dravon.

Trigger Warning: This chapter contains depictions of severe psychological trauma, depression, an attempted act of self-harm, and themes of captivity and abuse. Reader discretion is advised. Dying. Every single day, I feel like dying. The urge to simply throw myself out of the bedroom window just to escape this torment constantly claws at my mind, but something always holds me back at the edge. It feels as though some unseen force, a lingering echo of an instinct, is desperately stopping me from crossing that final threshold.

Three hearts. Three minds. One choice. The Shadow lunged. Elena didn't move. She stared directly at it. “You wanted a doorway.” The darkness stopped. Elena raised her glowing hand. “Then come through.” Adrian's eyes widened. “Elena!” She smiled. “Trust me.” Aria squeezed her hand. “We do.” The Shadow rushed toward them. The entire city disappeared beneath darkness. And just before it reached them, Elena whispered: “Let's end this together.” The silver light swallowed all three of them. And somewhere inside the darkness, the Shadow finally screamed in fear.

On our wedding night, my wife, who almost never drank, got wasted because she was supposedly too happy. Just when I didn't know what to do, my best friend sent me a long message explaining how to take care of her. I blushed, but I still followed his instructions and soothed her the way he described. Natalie, who had been making a scene, miraculously quieted down. But just as I was about to call my friend and thank him, Natalie suddenly hugged me from behind. Heartbroken, she whispered, "Ashton Hawke, you're the one I wanted to marry." As she said it, the tattoo near her heart slipped into view: a hawk with its wings spread wide. My mind went blank. Ashton Hawke was my best friend of

" It seemed like they were digging for dirt on me, but when they came up empty, they just grabbed some junk metal to make a quick buck. That was what I figured. They were hunting for something to hold over my head, and it cost them their lives? That thought lingered in my mind. I had to see the scene for myself. Behind the yellow police tape, two white sheets lay draped over shadowy figures on the ground. I stood there for a moment, a mix of emotions swirling inside me. All for a few dollars, for that stubborn pride, to end up dead in that grimy corner. I could not help but wonder if it was really worth it.