Truth After Dark Chicago Novels & Stories

Heat lightning in the distance lights up the sky as well. "Yeah, you don't see anything like this in Chicago," he adds. "No, you don't, it kind of makes me miss living in Maine," I say sadly. "Is that where you are from?" Devin asks. "Yeah, we moved to the Chicago suburbs when I was sixteen,"I say sadly. He dosn't ask anymore questions. We sit around drinking more wine as he tells me about the pack. I start feeling the wine after a while. Devin gets up to leave and I walk him to the door. "I had a great time Stella," he says. "I did too." I smile at him.

The following evening, Izzy sat in the penthouse’s living room, staring absently at the skyline. The city lights twinkled against the dark, sprawling expanse of Chicago, a glittering sea of distractions that mirrored the chaos in her mind. The file she’d found in Liam’s office haunted her thoughts, the suspicions it stirred refusing to let her rest.

To his astonishment, the safe opened. “What a pathetic romantic.“ Chad snorted. He took out the documents and was thrilled to find what he'd been searching for. The documents of Belmont island. The faint, approaching footsteps got him acting rather quickly. He placed the fake documents he'd arrived with into the safe. Neatly, he folded the real documents into a small briefcase. He returned the portraiture to its initial position. “Mr. Chad.“ Gwen walked in. “You have some Russian visitors.“ “Thank you, Gwen.“ Chad Belmont was thrilled. The frustration was gone. Right now, he could pass up as the happiest man on earth.

Even if it was broken, jagged, and dangerous. Maybe we were past everything else. Right now, it was just the two of us, in that car, in the city, under the building lights that kept us alive, that drowned out the total darkness but muted the light of the stars. Our natural light, the one that brightened even the darkest soul, had been extinguished. Chicago wanted to show how it owned us, how it molded us into who we were that night. I thought I could navigate it all just fine. I thought I had this city by the balls. All these men, my relationship with HJ, all this mafia—I thought I had a handle on it.

Everything was pointing to a woman, although most serial killers had been men. Sophia, his longtime partner, and Jimmy had been on a stakeout that seemed futile. New York City was being pounded by a blizzard and both partners agreed it was time to call it a night. Jimmy had driven Sophia back to her home in Huntington since he had a Blazer. The snow was already three feet deep and he struggled to keep the SUV on the road. Upon arriving at her home, they both noticed the lights and door were wrong. The lights were out, and the door was open to the blowing snow.

Even as a human with no special powers or enhanced strength, he was intimidating. “That doesn’t answer my question.” “Yes, I can move fast enough.” “Good,” I say as I let out a breath. “Because you dying would really fucking suck, you know.” “I’d hope.” After getting everything sorted out with work, I laid out in the sun until my skin got too hot to stand it anymore, and then went inside to tell Lucas we should go to Chicago and finally have that hot date. I showered, packed my bags, and cast the same spell on the car windows that I used in the house. My stuff is in the trunk, and my familiars are in the backseat of Lucas’s car, waiting to come to Chicago with us.

he asked, his voice filled with equal parts awe and worry. "I..." My eyes fell on Chase, lying limp on the ground beside us. "No, no, no, no. This wasn't supposed to happen." I moved to him, desperation clawing at my heart. My canines sank deeply into his neck, marking him and trying to share my light. "He's gone, Kiera," Drake said, his voice breaking. But I couldn't accept it. It wasn't possible. This had to work. I bit down harder, pushing the power inside me into Chase, willing my light to heal his darkness.

Except… “I want to understand. Why you saved me, why the Vultures targeted me, why I feel safer with three criminals than with my father’s security.” Jaxon’s eyes met mine in the mirror, something almost soft in his expression. “That’s going to take more than one conversation, princess.” “Then I guess we’d better get started.” The light turned green. As we drove deeper into Chicago’s maze of streets and shadows, I realized I’d just made the most important decision of my life. I was going to find out what happened when good girls chose to fall.

AURORA I was hunting ghosts with blood on my hands and desperation in my veins. Every lead, every whisper, every shadow I thought might belong to her ended up a dead end. Marco had time—too much of it. Enough to tuck her away behind a thousand false identities or fly her to the edge of the earth. And yet... I couldn’t shake the feeling. That gut-deep, soul-gnawing instinct. She was here. Somewhere in this city of sins and saints. Chicago held her like a secret I couldn’t break.

“You don’t mince words. It’s been such a long time since I’ve been with someone who can do that for me.” I sweetly replied, “Well, with the way you are treated by the Dark Shade pack, clearly you must have chopped off the last werewolf’s head who insinuated that you were anything less than perfect. It’s not too hard to see why no one tells you the truth.” “Oh? What truth? That I’m dazzlingly handsome and brilliant to boot?” “That you are stinking, self-absorbed lecher who masturbates to tomes more suitable for the wood chip pile than a bookcase.”