Under The Led Lights Novels & Stories

If he felt that way, he knew the duchess was tired. Sure enough, through the rain, wind, and thrashing waves was a light. He knew it the LED lights. The property lights were on a timer. Either it was still too early time wise for them to come on or the power was out. The LED lights didn’t need electricity to run. They were solar. There was a generator on the property, but A.J. wasn’t sure if there was any gas in it. The duchess’s kicking slowed. “Just a little further. Don’t give up!” he yelled.

The lights go out. Fuck!

Duncan said. "Well, it's not that. I'm going to play along as much as everyone else." "Maybe this will help," Ed said, heading over to the pump and switching off the pool light. The backyard darkened considerably, but with the tiki-torches and the back porch and lawn lights, you could still see a good deal.

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.

We walked out together. The underground facility was a labyrinth of circular hallways, each identical yet subtly distinct—polished white walls reflecting the glow of overhead lights. It was vast, built beneath the surface like a hidden fortress, its corridors humming with the quiet presence of an invisible army. The air smelled faintly of metal, the ever-present hum of servers whispering in the background.

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.]

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.