Under The Led Lights Novels & Stories

He entered the club designed with different types of multicoloured ceiling lights ranging from Parabolic Carnister light,Moonflowers to Beam lights. James went straight to the bar and sat down on one of the chairs there.He immediately ordered for a drink which he gulped immediately,the reflection of the light coming from the parabolic Carnister beamed into his eyes making him remember his dead kids as their memories flashed through his mind.He kept ordering for more drinks and within a short period of time he became tipsy.

A nightclub. The music is deep, controlled, and vibrating. One that doesn’t just serve the ears but vibrates in your chest and bones. The lights are deliberately low, LED strips embedded in floors, walls, and bar edges. Spotlights never fully illuminate faces, like it’s screaming, “your secrets are safe with me.” I look around, spotting a couple of familiar faces I’ve seen on TV. These are celebrities, models, executives, etc. Everybody looked dressed for perfection. My pair of trousers and tank top give me away.

Julian spoke first. "Whoever's down there..." His voice echoed through the concrete corridor. "...we're not leaving." No answer. Only the soft buzz of the lone bulb. Ethan reached into his backpack. "I've got emergency lights." A moment later, two small LED lanterns glowed to life, pushing back just enough darkness to reveal the narrow stairwell. Concrete walls. Metal handrails. Fresh footprints leading downward. No way of knowing who had made them. Julian looked at Ethan.

She wouldn’t let what happened at the audition repeat itself - especially not here, in front of all these reputable people. “Oh, shit. Are you that model Adonia Kosmos?” Adonia turned her attention to the young man taking his seat beside her, an eager smile enveloping his face and a spark in brown his eyes. “It’s Konstatinos, actually,” She responded with a light laugh. His brows shot up and he took his hand out for a shake. “My bad.” He laughed. “I’m Tyson Underwood. You look way prettier in person, by the way.” Adonia shook his hands firmly and smiled modestly. “Don’t flatter me, pretty boy. I’m guessing you’re one of the leads?”

Glancing up, I watched Kurt climb down after me. “Whoa…” I blinked as I looked around the underground space. I’m not sure what I was expecting, exactly. I sort of imagined some cold war era bunker or something with old-timey lighting that was dusty but cluttered with things. I mean, I got the cluttered part right. But this was shiny and new. There were LED lights running the length of the ceiling. The walls were covered with shelves with boxes of random parts. It was a chaotic mess. I can’t see any organization, but I can only assume if I moved anything, he’d know it. A wall of computer monitors with a bar-height counter cluttered with random things was at one end of space. The only thing th

“Actually... “ Noelle began, tapping her chin, “we don’t need one. We can use battery operated lights.” “Won’t that be expensive?” Doris asked. “And won’t they burn out quickly?” “With the new LED lights, they’ll last for months, and I bet we can get enough donations of both lights and batteries that it won’t cost anything,” she replied. “There’s a hardware store in town, isn’t there?” Brady asked.

“This is my job.” The night shift… Lara took another look around her, at the room, at the furniture, at every luxury, and slowly shook her head. A night shift of staff for round-the-clock service. It was like living in a top-flight hotel. Then she wondered if Demis had taken a turn for the worse and frowned. “Do you know if Mr. Agelastos is alright?” she asked the maid.

“I’m coming with you.” I hesitate for only a second before nodding. “Okay.” We move quickly. My fingers tighten around the USB in my pocket as we push through the main doors and step into the cool night. The parking lot is darker than I expected. The overhead lights are off. The only source of light is oming from a single car at the far end. It’s headlights is glowing in the dark. Something isn’t right. Georgia must feel it too because she hesitates. “We should go back inside,” she whispers.

*Lexie’s POV* The warm glow of candlelight flickers against the luxurious drapes that envelop the private area of the club, casting shadows that dance to the rhythm of the live band's sultry tunes. My gaze drifts from the sparkling chandeliers above to the glass of wine cradled in my fingertips. The rich crimson liquid swirls lazily, mirroring the turmoil within me.

Naglakad lakad muna ako sa campus at napadpad sa canteen ng Business Ad department nang matanaw kong muli ang lalaking nakita ko kahapon. He's alone. Busy siya sa pagha-highlight ng kung ano sa librong hawak niya. Kinuha ko ang lighter sa bag ko bago naglakad papalapit sa kaniya. "Is this yours?" I asked him. Umupo ako sa tapat na upuan niya. He's wearing a dark grey polo and black pants. He first looked in my hands where the lighter is then he finally looked at me. I smiled. Sinusubukang bumawi sa inis na dinulot niya sa akin kahapon.