Truth After Dark Chicago Novels & Stories

If it came to be known that I have special powers, I’d be in grave danger of being taken away from my dad and locked up in a place I wouldn’t be able to escape from. So I logged off the chatting zone since Mya was now offline. Brendan was probably in the kitchen at his house by this time because he loved doing the women’s job. So I went on to playing a game on my phone although my mind wasn’t really into it. All that I could picture in my mind was Ashton Turner. His face was almost as if it was glued on my mind because I couldn’t keep from seeing it. What is it with him? I asked myself this question severally that night. I didn’t have the answer to it though. So in the end, I decided to reti

'' He whispered. ''No, don't stop...'' I whispered back drowsy with sleep. I have gotten used to cold and dark that I almost love it now. ''Goodnight Sky'' Shit! What was I doing? This wasn't going to end well at all.

What is better than sleep to remove all the bad thoughts? I blow out all the candles except one and then lay on my bed to sleep. Complete darkness scares me. I hate being in the dark, that's why I always leave one candle. I hope deep sleep soon engulfs me so that I am away from this world at least for some time. I can be free from this life. I wish to dream about the happy life I once had. ERIC’S POV

Juliet tried to ignore the feeling of his eyes on her as she moved about the kitchen to grab a packet of hot chocolate powder to add to her coffee. They ate in silence, and Juliet felt tense in the quiet. She glanced at him as he took a large gulp of his coffee. "How can you drink that?" She was unable to hide her disgust at the black liquid and relaxed when he let out a laugh as he pointed at the homemade mocha in front of her. “Black coffee is good. Dark roast is best, but your weak medium will do.” He said as he nudged her side with his elbow. “How can you drink that? You made it a cup of pure sugar.”

It was a truth whispered in hushed tones, for it carried both privilege and sacrifice. In the realm of the supernatural, the concept of a destined mate was deeply ingrained, an age-old belief that transcended time and species. Each supernatural being, whether it was a demon, vampire, werewolf, or other mystical creature, was believed to possess a singular, fated counterpart – the other half of their soul. This union was considered the most profound and sacred connection in their existence.

Then arms caught me, pulling me firmly into a solid chest. “Ms Channing? Are you okay?” I looked up through blurry tears. Nate. Relief hit me hard, but the tears wouldn’t stop falling. I tried to speak but could barely form words but my voice trembled too violently. He draped his coat over my shoulders and quickly led me to the car. At the door, I stopped and grabbed his arm. “Please… take me to Jensen.” Nate nodded without hesitation. “Yes, ma’am.” Half an hour later, we pulled up to the venue. The place was almost deserted. Reporters had been cleared out. Most of the lights were off, leaving everything in cold shadows. The festive atmosphere from earlier had completely vanished.

Next Step: * Should we move to Chapter 11, where Iza starts leaking Dark’s secrets to his rivals, or should we have a scene where Dark tries to "buy" her forgiveness with an even more lavish gesture—like bringing her father to the penthouse?

Heat twisted low again, fingers itching to trace dragon tattoo, shatter glass cages together. Sleep evaded, penthouse glass reflecting endless night. Eiko's nod gateway, pinning display foreplay. Game layered darker, forbidden pulls magnetic. Chicago breached its signature warning, claim. I countered tomorrow, rivals crushed, his obsession my lever. Two predators, steps shadowed closer, collision inevitable. Ruin beckoned sweetly.

The thought of his revenge, of what he'd do to my family, made my stomach clench. The Grand Vista Hotel was enormous, glittering with lights. Valet parkers in crisp uniforms moved smoothly, guiding expensive cars. Inside, the ballroom pulsed with soft music and the murmur of hundreds of voices. Chandeliers sparkled, reflecting off the polished marble floors. Women in designer gowns laughed, their jewelry catching the light. Men in sharp suits stood in groups, holding drinks. This was Caden's world. A world of polite smiles and hidden dealings. It was a million miles from my life, from the dark, smoky intimacy of The Onyx, and especially from the worn comfort of my apartment. Here, everything

she enlists. "Here are the tickets. They contain the party's location and avenue" she shove blue coloured tickets into our palms. "Your invites also have been forged,you'll experience zero entry difficulties and few disguised hunters will serve your accompiance" she concludes "Smooth result kara,wish the bastard a happy death day" she exits the room. "Smooth result….." I whisper repeatedly. ******** Location: Red blood pack (The royal cottage). Mrs Dark POV. "Up boys,up your bed!" I scream into their rooms.