Therapy After Dark Novels & Stories

And when I’m gone, I know he’ll hurt, but maybe one day he’ll feel himself again. The Soul Eaters are all around me now. There’s walls of them all around me, and I let them feast. They come to me like honey in a trap. They are so exhilarated by this energy that they close their eyes. And I start to glow. I pull up the energy I have and glow brighter and brighter. They drink and drink. And then I am light. I am light itself. And once the light hits its limits, I pull in one go at the darkness. I pull at it with everything. To make the switch as fast and as forcefully as possible. I start to run through them all. Each one destroyed before it knows what’s happening. I fill them with way too muc

Thalia opened the door and stepped into the dark room reluctantly. Her eyes narrowed as she assessed the room. Despite how dark it was, she was able to navigate through it due to her being a werewolf. She used her secondary eyes, which could see clearly in the dark. It was that way for all werewolves and some other supernatural beings that had secondary eyesight. Thalia glimpsed Sandro at the bar, which was in the corner of the room. His back was turned to her and his muscle flexed as he hoisted his hand to grip the champagne bottle.

she spat the words like they were bilious. "Oh my, I feel sorry for you. You should see a therapist. They can help" I stated. Her eyes darkened, dark brows pulled together. "What?" "I mean, you just gave me a description of yourself" I said and she growled at me. The door jerked open and Jaden stormed in, his eyes darkened with rage. His gaze fell on me. The next thing that happened was unexpected. Just as Jaden started to approach us, Thalia pushed Chase to the corner of the room. With a speed I didn't know she possessed, she ran towards Jaden and using her claws, she drew blood from his forearm. She vanished out of sight, right after that. Chase had risen to his feet. He looked just as bew

It doesn't feel like three months have passed. During those three months, Morana has attended therapy and medication with Dr. Sherry and Dr. Greg. During those three months, Morana was advised to take five different types of medicine every night and Daniel made sure that Morana took them all. During these three months Morana's relationship with Daniel went smoothly and without significant obstacles, Daniel was very patient in dealing with Morana and was always there when she was depressed or when her mood was high.

The next time he crossed me, I’d burn him before he even thought of shifting. "Calm down, Rowan. You can’t do that while your pack is watching," Luna Rachel whispered, tapping my shoulder. I’d almost forgotten she was linked to my thoughts. I hadn’t zoned her out. "I’m fine. I just don’t know why I let them in." I muttered, then turned to Doctor Harry. "How is she?" "Better, now that they’re gone," he said, and my heart sank. "What? How did she know they were here? Did someone tell her?"

Thomas drove in silence, sensing her mood. The casino was less crowded at this hour. Late enough that the casual gamblers had gone home, early enough that the serious players had not yet arrived. Anna made her way to the private room where she had shot Marcus earlier. Someone had cleaned up the blood. The room looked pristine, like nothing had happened. Kane was already there, sitting at the conference table with a drink in front of him. He looked up when Anna entered. "This could not wait until tomorrow?" he asked. Anna closed the door behind her and walked to the opposite side of the table. "No. It could not."

The kind of place that smelled like sticky citrus and spilled beer, neon lights humming overhead, every booth stuffed with people who pretended tomorrow didn’t exist. Maya slid into the booth beside the girls. There was Tasha, already waving down shots; Lauren, with her quick laugh and quicker tongue; and Zoe, who always managed to charm the bartender into giving her free drinks. Across from them sat Ben, broad-shouldered and attractive in the obvious way, square jaw, clean-cut, the kind of guy mothers liked. And yet he’d never lit a spark in her. He had interest, plenty of it, eyes tracking her every move, but none of the dangerous pull she craved.

He reached out, and for a second, I thought he was going to touch my cheek, but he just picked up a shiny little bottle from the nightstand and started fiddling with it. Then, in a solemn tone, he said, "Natalie, what would happen if the pill stopped working?" "I'd be a goner," I said flatly. The Davis family called it the 'loyalty pill,' and a person had to take an antidote every month. If they did not, by the third day, it would feel as if ants were crawling through their bones; the pain would be so unbearable that it would drive anyone insane. A week later, death would follow.

Something feels wrong, but neither of us can pinpoint what it is. “We need Rotsbane. It’ll kill the infection even though it’s poisonous itself. But I need your healing abilities to balance it out, boosted by my magic.” She looks at each of us in turn. “You’re going to have to trust me or the hallucinations could start any minute now.” Hallucinations? Anya jerks her chin toward Theron. We all turn to look at him. “Theron?” I grab his hand and shake it gently. His pupils are blown wide, completely black and his forehead is slick with heavy sweat. He’s staring at the blank wall, his lips trembling as if he’s arguing with someone who isn't there. “What’s happening to him?”

We went inside, past doors that clicked locked behind us. “Test shoot happening now,” he said, leading me down a hall. “Two girls, one guy. You’ll see how it works. Real, not fake.” My stomach twisted, but I followed. The room had cameras set up, lights soft. Three people on a big bed. The guy was hot, tall with tattoos, muscles moving smooth as he kissed one girl. The other girl was gorgeous, long hair, body like she worked out but still soft in the right places. She laughed, pulling the first girl closer, their mouths meeting wet and open. The guy watched, hand on himself, then joined in, touching them both.