Things We Do In The Dark: A Novel Novels & Stories

The world ended in blood, screams, and the dead refusing to stay dead. Violet should have been just another survivor. Instead, the infected hesitate when they see her. They stop. They watch. And sometimes… they let her live. Violet doesn’t know why, and she’s not sure she wants the answer. All she knows is that survival means staying close to the people she has left—and keeping the impossible things happening around her from becoming one more reason for someone to fear her. Then she meets Kaden. Quiet, capable, and carrying secrets of his own, Kaden doesn’t look at Violet like she’s a monster. He looks at her like she’s a mystery worth understanding. As the two are pushed c

assuming she was married as she claimed. It is actually an interesting story... and what follows, about people, lust and love, is more interesting. At least, I think it is. Of course, I might be biased. - Warning: this story has one entirely natural event occurring at a time and place which will trip somebody's yucky fetish switch. There is a tag (last one). - In The Dark Tuesday, July 21, 2020 "You can't start a fire without a spark This gun's for hire Even if we're just dancing in the dark"

“What is it? What do you feel?” “Something is out there. Something dark. Something that feels like Dawn but opposite. Like nothing that refused to become something. Like darkness that resents the light.” I stood. Walked to the window. “Something is coming. Something angry. Something that wants to undo everything we built. Everything we protected. Everything we saved.”

6 All I could hear was my deep breaths, I had darkness all around me and I couldn’t fathom how I could help myself get through it, the black and white shades were surrounding me and I was finding a way out. Suddenly a manly voice echoed, “hey hot piece,” it travelled across my mind like a bullet, “whassup huh? how’s you doing,” his voice was making me obnoxious, wanting me to get it out through some way but I was unable to throw it out, instead, It grew further.

Chapter Ten. Nina's POV This is it. This is the time. It is now starting. The first chapter of the novel Illuminating Darkness is finally here. Nandito kami ngayon sa tapat ng mansion kung saan naririto ang marangyang kalesa ng Edwards.

'The Darkness is known to always do two things - take a life...and spare one.' 1871 The young girl woke in the dead of the night. It was unusual. She was always awakened by the first rays of morning. She could not see anything as she lied face up in her bed, and for a moment, she forgot where she was. Her breathing intensified as her eyes darted around, only to be met by more darkness, except for a small opening above her where a very faint light flowed in and she could hear the sound of the leaves rustling in the breeze outside.

It was for me alone. > “We are coming for you… child of the divided dawn.” A shiver wracked my entire body. > “We will not allow the bringer of light to survive.” My heart slammed hard enough to hurt. > “One light cannot hold all darkness.” And then the whisper turned cold. Hungry. > “We will claim what is ours.” The last trace of darkness retreated into the earth, disappearing like ink sinking into water. Silence fell again. Except this time, it was the wrong kind of silence.

Her Pov: I don't know how long I was in that darkness luring around. No dreams, no nightmare, but only darkness. But this darkness is somehow familiar to me. I want to hide in it and never come out of it. I just want to bury myself deep within the darkness. I don't have the energy to fight with this darkness anymore. I could feel someone touching me. A very light feather like touch, but his touch alone dragged me out of the darkness. The darkness I have been caged in for a long time..

She glanced back down at the leather-bound book resting on the floorboards beside her. The empty pages seemed to stare up at her, daring her to turn them. With a trembling hand, she picked it up again, the leather warm against her palm. She knew she should get up, should finish unpacking, should do something practical, anything to distract herself from the throbbing between her legs. But she couldn't. She was hooked. The anonymous writer had become a guide, a seductress whispering secrets into her ear, and Pinky was a willing student, desperate to learn every lesson.

The contact was light, almost teasing but it carried the weight of a promise. “Good,” he said. And just as his hand began its slow, deliberate path lower the lights went out. “When the Dark Took Us” The lights didn’t come back on. For a second, I thought the blackout would break the moment that the sudden absence of sight would remind me to breathe, to think, to stop. It didn’t. The dark only sharpened everything else. The faint rustle of the sheets behind me. The whisper of fabric sliding over skin. The subtle shift of the mattress as his weight joined mine.