The Things We Do In The Dark Novels & Stories

Ina had been born. The club lived. A universe of light and darkness, where sin ran rampant, and secrets were exchanged under bass beats. Music thudded off walls like a pulse, neon illuminating a dangerous sheen on bodies in motion to the rhythm of the night. Ina came, the heel of her shoe clicking against marble, and eyes following involuntarily without so much as a thought. Power. Freedom. Danger. She breathed it all. Tonight, she was not Lily. Tonight, she was better. She was unbeatable.

the receptionist lady smiled. Rina never called anyone about the blackout, her bad omen came out to be true. Her body trembles once she knows that the men outside are not the electrician, they’re mercenaries that were sent to kill her and Eka possibly. Either that or abducted her, it’s unclear what their objectives are since she remembered clearly that she was harassed badly by her kidnappers.

Yes, that will do. If you guys are wondering what a blind kid is seeing. Well, I can't see anything. That's it. Darkness. Dullness. I can't see but, I thank the heavens every single day that I can still hear them. It's just getting worse day by day. Although I can't be a burden here, I can't do anything but just thank them. They are the light in my dark path. They are my guide and I'm more than thankful for that. Curse that bastard. It's his fault. I can't be what I want to be anymore. I'll just be a bother with my whole life, am I? I can't help it. It's getting worse. I can feel this stupid tears building inside their cage, again. No no. I don't. I won't cry. Not again. Please, don't come o

He sits down on the couch, nervously twirling his glass of whiskey. - So wait, wait, what is it, everything I wrote comes true, do you materialize like someone else? Conrod asks in an agitated voice, stuttering slightly. The desire to find answers to questions overcame fear and surprise. Dook smiles slightly. - Oh no, that you are my friend, we exist independently of your mind, we and other dark creatures have been living in this world since time immemorial. Everything is actually much simpler, your dreams are prophetic visions of events taking place among the dark clans. The book describes events that happened about six months ago, and I assume you still have similar dreams, am I right? Duk

“The world as we know it is gone. The tide came from death itself and swallowed our land. Through the power of our mana and our inventions, we have lifted the last remnants of our countries in the darkening skies and within the blackened realm of the heavens, we shall survive. Rather if you have aligned with the creatures that have forsaken our lands, split apart from our hovelled society, or turn to the life of piracy, it is my hope that we as man, orc, elf, and all the god creatures survive the dark torrent. Now go home. Spend time with your loved ones. Tell them that everything is going to be okay, we will survive the oncoming darkness and bask within their shadow and thrive.”

I just bottled up what happened and kept it moving Tory was the only one I talked to and vice versa that made us become closer I really feel like she’s my brother mate and scared to find out I plan on getting them around each other to find out but Tory doesn’t let much slip past her other then the dreams and my behavior lately no one even noticed anything was wrong but inside I was dying in darkness stuck in my own mind not knowing what to do afterwards I didn’t want to get in trouble for leaving pack lands My father would never let me leave his site again if he found out I felt as if I was spiraling out of control trying to keep it to myself but now I see the light A Red Burning light and a

‘I need to… I’m going to get up in a minute…’ She would wait until the rotten, faithless, cruel brute had fallen asleep, then she would go back to the other bedroom and this time lock the door so he couldn’t get in… Electa focused on her heart beating and let herself go… and dreamed of locked doors and the helpless constraints of imprisonment as if someone had locked her in. Anxious, restless, she had no idea that she was whispering little pleas into the darkness, begging to be set free… begging to be sent home… to Adrastos… to the man she loved…

Nisha. I remain silent in the darkness of the room, it's been hours since Griffin left here, no one has come back in, I stopped crying a long time ago, there's no point in doing it, I need to find out what he wants from me. However at that moment I remember Dark's words, "he set his eyes on you, there is no way or way you won't end up in his clutches... when a mobster wants something he doesn't stop until he gets it" his eyes on me, he wants say you like it? But what need does he have to kidnap me, who doesn't know how to ask for things like a normal person? I sigh at how ridiculous my thought sounds, it's a mobster who says they're normal.

'Woof? ',yes, we have to jump'. 'Ready?'. 'Woof!'. 'Jump!. And off we went. Through the dark, empty, tube or is it barrel? With Roddy's occasional woofs being the only thing keeping me sane. I was starting to think that this was the way to hell and Julia was the devil herself when I saw a tiny light enter into the tube from the bottom. 'Arrrrggghhh'. 'Woof woof'. We both screamed as we landed on the solid ground on our buttocks.

"You go to therapy and then you come home and you do not talk about it." "Because it is private." "Private is not the same as secret. Private means you do not have to share it with everyone. Secret means you are hiding something from the people who love you. Which is this." I look at his hand on mine. His fingers are long. His knuckles are scarred. His hands have done terrible things and beautiful things and everything in between. "I am scared of the dark," I say. "The dark?" "The winter. The cold. The short days. The long nights. The way everything dies and does not come back for months. The way I feel like I am dying too. Not physically. Emotionally. Spiritually. The way the dark makes me