Under The Led Lights Novels & Stories

Isabella snapped, tossing a bolt of silk to the floor. “Use Lyon Silk from France.” “And make sure the lighting uses pure beeswax candles not those eye-sore LED lamps.” Liora stood in the doorway, watching the waste unfold. “The LED lighting you call an eyesore is integrated with Azure’s security system, Isabella.” “If you replace it with candles, you’ll create blind spots in the heat sensors.” Isabella turned, holding a rare Ming Dynasty porcelain vase. “Oh, Liora. You’re always thinking about sensors and security.”

I said in a long litany while holding the debatable series light I had bought earlier. I immediately turned it on and circled it around its tombstone. I also reached for my guitar and immediately took it out of the box and immediately started playing its tune. “We were supposed to be singing inside of our dim light small house. We are happy and goofing together with our small house with just us two,” strumming while saying those words makes my heart missed him more. The whole place started to get darker and my series light was the only light I had and his gravestone.

Transitioning system interface to low-light mode. The fluorescent bulbs flickered as they buzzed loudly like bees before dropping in brightness. The white light turned into a yellow hue then died completely. "LUS can we see the city from the roof access?" I asked, walking toward the metal ladder. [Yes Host Eva. The roof perimeter is secure. The reinforced hatch is locked from the inside. I will monitor the camera feeds while you are above.]

It was getting dark outside by the time Haley completed her task. After grabbing her purse, she went below to retrieve her car from the underground garage. Built by the Kane Group in the center of D city years ago, Ty Group was a great asset. Since it was their own property, no shortcuts were used and it was always kept in good condition. Typically, the underground garage was illuminated by brilliant LED lights and round-the-clock security cameras, making it seem like daytime even at night. However, Haley was met by a dense, oppressive blackness that was both horrifying and total when she emerged from the elevator.

The building's silhouettes suddenly became the dark night sky and the lights from their windows suddenly were twinkling. "Isn't that beautiful?" I asked when I saw a broken stoplight, the red light was blinking and the green and yellow once didn't seem to work. I thought it was aesthetically pleasing, under the gloom of the night, along the empty streets and silently passing cars. The slow blinking of that stop light seemed to harmonize with the quietness of the evening. I looked at Edgar and he was frowning at the stop light. "Pretty much could cause traffic, goodness, that should be fixed," he said and I rolled my eyes at him.

"ALL FOR MY DEAREST" WATCHING the luminous Luna up in the night sky used to be Alezzandro's pastime when he was looking for something to blame for the troubles coming into his life. The thick clouds around her seemed like protecting their muse from the dagger look that his eyes have been throwing since he leaned on the railing of the balcony outside his penthouse while drinking his favorite red wine.

Must be shifter owned. The inside was larger than I thought with a huge dance floor in the center that lit up from below. The place was dark with lasers, spotlights and LED lights under the tables providing the only lighting here. I could smell the alcohol thick in the air along with the sweat from the dance floor. There was a second story that seemed to house the VIP section, which we were of course headed up to.

he said, heading toward the floor-to-ceiling windows that led to a vast terrace. The night air outside was bracing. We were forty stories up. The city glittered, cold and indifferent. “What are we doing?” I asked, my voice a thread. “Sending a message of our own.” From his pocket, he drew out the cheap plastic lighter—Dominic’s lighter, from the photo. He flicked it, the small flame dancing in the wind. Then, with a calm that terrified me, he lit a corner of the metal case’s foam interior. A chemical smell, acrid and sweet, filled the air as the foam caught.

Brent says as he grips my shoulder and ports us to what I can only describe as a mud tunnel. There are LED lights dug into the walls. They look like those rechargeable ones that last a few days before they need to be recharged. They must have access to electricity somewhere to keep these charged up. “What the hell is this place?” I ask. “Safe is what it is. No one can find you here. Put your friend down on the bed in here, and I’ll give you a quick tour,” he says, motioning to a gap in the wall that is covered by what appears to be an old shower curtain.

She looked like a child that had just been taken to Disney Land to see things she had never seen. Getting to the huge umbrella, she went under it and saw a tiny glass table, set with two glass chairs on each side of the table. Under the fancy umbrella, there were glistening, tiny, beautiful, colorful lights, so perfectly set you wouldn't believe it was an umbrella. Loretta turns to Kendrick, and Kendrick sees the excitement in her eyes, as they sparkled under the lights. Sorry, I don't have a tree here, and I didn't know what else to use, so I used that umbrella.