Turn Off The Lights Patd Novels & Stories

Thalia looked around, there was no one…the room was the same as ever- dark and silent. Frowning she brushed her hair off her face and stood up from the bed, though she was asleep, Thalia had a feeling that she didn’t imagine that loud sound of something falling. She slowly walked out of the room, heart thudding violently- the lodge was doused in an inky veil of darkness, obviously, when Carter left, he didn’t think of switching on the lights. Holding on to the bannister, Thalia climbed down the stairs and flicked on the lights- she blinked when the glaring lights assaulted her eyes but as soon as her vision cleared, she looked around the living room. Nothing.

I yell. Nothing. “Mom!” Nothing. I drop the groceries and flip on each light as I make my way through the house. The only reason the lights work is because I pay the bill each month. When I get to her bedroom, I flip on the light and see her on the bed. She holds her hand up to block the light and narrows her gaze. “Turn that light off, Cade,” she hisses through her teeth, which look like she hasn’t brushed them in weeks.

Chapter-23 [ The beast ] The atmosphere was cold as the electricity had gone off. None had a clue on what was happening but for Patricia who had explained the reasons behind the blackout to the rest who were shocked by what she said. Nobody could utter a word, they stood still staring at each other with a torchlight in their hand. "What did you mean dead?" They all chorused. "The heroes are dead," Patricia replied with tears flowing down from her light blue eyes. "And that is the reason for the blackout," Patricia said, still in tears while others stood still thinking about what Patricia just said.

"Please. My family lives on the edge of the district. If you black it out, they'll be caught in the crossfire too." I paused for half a second, finger hovering over the override keys. "Your family? Or the ones in the penthouses sipping wine while the rest of us starve? This isn't about your street. It's about reminding them they're not untouchable." I punched in the sequence, watching the lights on the board blink out one by one. "Jax, confirm the drop?" A cheer went up from outside. "Lights just died in the towers, Avery! Whole golden strip went black like someone flipped God's switch. Beautiful. Now get that main grid offline before they reroute."

she said as she walked into the apartment on the top floor. She didn't know why, but all the main lights in the living room were off, and the room was lit by only a few wall lamps, which were emitting cold, dim light. The man was sitting on the leather sofa next to the French window. His arms were lazily placed on the arm of the sofa, and between his fingers, the crimson glow of the cigarette kept flashing. She suddenly had the urge to escape. And she did take half a step back subconsciously. Meanwhile, Patrick chuckled. He said, "Sit here."

She was resting against a wall with her hands on her knees, panting for air. "What was that for?" I asked gruffly. She raised her head to me, still panting. It took a few more seconds before she looked like she was able to breathe normally again, standing up straight and then shooting me a death glare. "Why did you turn off the lights? What were you planning? To make me go crazy?" "What do you mean? I turn off the lights whenever I'm about to leave the room. It's been a habit since I was a child."

I can see clearly his copper-colored peepers. “Let’s go to the garden now!” I told them while I am coming out of the balcony. “How about the lights Lou?” Caye asked me worried. “Hey Siri, turn off the lights on the balcony” and after a while, it turned off automatically. “What a smart light” Gedie reacted unbelievably.

“Are you sure?” “Mm-hm.” She nodded. “Okay…?” He stood up and walked back to the couch. He turned off the room lights leaving the lamp on. “Just turn it off when you feel like it.” He said to her. “Okay.” She said slowly. He put the blanket over his head and laid down. She put her head on the pillow and dragged the blanket to her chin. She held her phone in her hand, flickered the lamp off, turned on the flashlight, and quickly put on the blanket over her head. “That was close.” She exhaled slowly and kept laying like that. ***

“I’m going to pretend I’m a lonely Victorian widow in a big, puffy ballgown.” She didn’t quite understand the deadpan humor, so she just said, “All right, dear, you do that. I’ll see you tomorrow. Hopefully, the power will be back on by then.” “Night, Mom. Night, everyone. Stay safe.” No one seemed to know which rooms the generator worked in and which ones didn’t, so we didn’t flip switches. Instead, we relied on the candles and our cell phones for light. As I passed Killian’s office, I heard the hum of his computer and knew that room at least had power.

"Of course. You're a powerful person, Mister Penn. It would be my honor if you're willing to be my friend." "Shut up, both of you!" There was a cold glint in Patrick's eyes. He scolded, "You two are going to die today. Dale, I'll kill you after I kill Wilbur Penn!" Dale scoffed coldly and said, "Patrick, I'm afraid your plan won't work with Mister Penn here today." That agitated Patrick, and he unleashed the ball of light in his hand abruptly. It shot a light trail in the air as it was going toward Wilbur. Wilbur flicked his right wrist and held the thunder cleaver, placing it in front of his chest.