Under The Led Lights Novels & Stories

The greenhouse was truly a font as Zena had said. There were no lights or bulbs. The only source of light was the moon, casting its beam through the only window of the rooftop and causing everything in the space to be nothing but shadows. Zena flipped a switch and the room brightened up. The LED lights were hung up from one corner of the roof to another and they switched colors momentarily. Red, Blue, Green and bright whites that gave me a clear view of the rooftop. I looked around and expected to be more excited than I was now but what I felt was simply warmth at the simplicity of the space.

It groaned and gave way, clattering into a dark pit. They dropped. The impact jarred Bianca’s teeth. They were in the Underbelly now. It was a labyrinth built by the old cartels, a damp, lightless maze of concrete and dripping pipes that ran like a cancer under the city streets. The air was thick, tasting of iron and waste. "Stop. Here." Dante collapsed against a wet concrete pillar. He fumbled for a flashlight, the beam cutting a weak path through the gloom. "The Ledger. Give it to me."

Then I moved toward the entrance— and flicked off the lightbulb. Ledger stood in the hallway, fists clenched at his sides. “What are you doing?” He asked. I drew the curtains to shut out the moonlight. Nobody could see us from the outside. Now, I just needed to— “Atlas,” Ledger's voice grated my ears. “WHAT?” He paused, and something flickered in his eyes for just a moment—then it was gone, leaving my brain scrambling for meaning. “We need to talk.” “No…what you NEED to do, is park the car out back so noone can spot us.”

' I wondered, feeling the weight of my broken heart. It turned out that Darren's obsession with cleanliness only kicked in when he was around me. I could still feel the dull pain of the wolf inside, but I managed to smile at Darren weakly. "Is the Luna crowning ceremony still on for tomorrow?" He froze for a second before replying, "I don't have the time. I won't make it home today. Don't sweat it. I'll make sure your crowning ceremony happens." I gave a small nod and handed him a pile of papers. "Sign this, will you?"

Seven said, her eyes fixed on the rearview mirror. Maya looked through the back of the truck. Far below them, winding up the serpentine road they had just conquered, were two pairs of headlights. They weren't the warm, yellow glow of old halogen bulbs. They were the sharp, piercing white of Sterling tactical LEDs. "Reclaimers," Seven hissed. "They must have tracked the heat signature of the engine before it choked." "How much time?" Thorne asked, his voice trembling.

It was kind of cute. Once everything was packed in the trunk, they loaded up into the Sonata. It turned him on when he put the key in the ignition and started her up. The radio came to life in a storm of coloured LEDs and patterns on the screen. The gauges on the dash were much brighter since Tony replaced them with LEDs. Every single tiny light in the Sonata was now LED and Dillon couldn't be happier with it. The footwell LEDs pulsed different colours as the speakers played their start-up jingle. With a huge grin, he grabbed Tony's wrist and shook it.

he said, but at that exact moment, something grabbed his attention. Somewhere inside the woods, very deep down behind some trees, Lucas saw a very tiny but shining light. And he immediately knew what it was. Or better, who it was.

They are used for, like its name, lighting, and it’s usually used indoors. On each side of them were three doors that obviously led to bedrooms. He just saw two people came out of one of the rooms and walked to the end of the hallway—which is another room, but he could see it’s slightly wider. There’s a small dome on the ceiling, and he could see it’s decorated by Fish Lamp runes—having the same purpose as Pearl Lights but they have the shape of fish and comes in various colors. However, although they are of various colors, the light they emit is still white. There’s also a staircase leading upwards which he guessed must have led to the ground floor. He thought as such because when he was br

CABARET ‘TILL THE DAWN “Wuooo! Wuooo!” The sound of thousands of men was heard in the club. Dim red lights, the heavy smell of sweat coming from those ones looked at the dancing woman with desire, the loud music sounding and the sound of crystal bottles hitting each other was the picture Camila saw every weekend. Smiling with seduction, she walked over the stage with her black heels undoing her bra and covering her breast with her forearm while the men continuing screaming her name. Well, the name she used there, in that club at night.

Ina had been born. The club lived. A universe of light and darkness, where sin ran rampant, and secrets were exchanged under bass beats. Music thudded off walls like a pulse, neon illuminating a dangerous sheen on bodies in motion to the rhythm of the night. Ina came, the heel of her shoe clicking against marble, and eyes following involuntarily without so much as a thought. Power. Freedom. Danger. She breathed it all. Tonight, she was not Lily. Tonight, she was better. She was unbeatable.