Until Dawn Don't Move Novels & Stories

Dawn mutters, her voice low but tense. She looks at Travis, who is staring at his phone, his jaw tight and his expression dark. "Travis! What happened?" she asks, her voice trembling slightly. Jim and Tiara rush over, alarmed by the sudden commotion. Travis clenches his jaw before holding up his phone. His knuckles are white as he grips it tightly. Dawn’s eyes widen as she takes in the image on the screen. Her gaze immediately darts to Holden, who appears completely oblivious to the unfolding situation.

Like walking into a room that had been quiet moments before, but now held an invisible charge. Anna sipped the mocktail the bartender had suggested—a citrusy something that was refreshingly tart—and scanned the lobby again. No one. Nothing. Just a busy hotel bar with luxury dripping from the ceilings and the low murmur of people living lives far more extravagant than hers. Then, without fanfare, Dawn came trotting back around the corner, holding her phone high like a trophy. “Got it!” she grinned, slightly out of breath. “I swear, I’m losing it. I left it right by the time clock. Again.”

"Umm It's so good..'' Tang Li sipped the hot chocolate before leaning closer to Mo Yuhan as they watched the movie in their home theatre, "Aren't you bored watching this?" she asked. He glanced towards the movie that was playing on the screen, 'Little Mermaid, he then looked back at his wife, "Not bored at all," he said remembering it was supposed to be their first date back then and they should have gone out to watch this movie. That night, he felt so excited about tomorrow, the day they would be going out for their official date but she never showed up. After that, she completely disappeared from his life.

I turned the camera off and yanked the ring off, tossing it into the drain. Then, I sent a message to Jim Perez, the director of the hospital I worked in. "Regarding the assignment to Touden that I rejected, Mr. Perez, is there any way I can take on the offer now? I can fly to Touden and start work there immediately."

The screams had drawn attention. Heavy footsteps echoed as Mr. Peterson, the property manager, rushed out of the stairwell, panting, a walkie-talkie in hand. "What's going on? Someone said the penthouse..." He stopped mid-sentence. He took in the scene and froze solid. A dozen men in black, locked and loaded. A floor covered in blood and shattered glass. A half-dead Brenda. Mark, licking blood off the floor like a feral dog.

The Swiss police arrived within thirty minutes. Chloe stood on the terrace of Gideon's villa, watching the convoy of black vehicles wind their way up the mountain road. The setting sun had fully disappeared now, leaving behind a sky painted in deep purples and blues. The first stars were beginning to appear, tiny pinpricks of light in the vast darkness. The air was cold and crisp, carrying the scent of pine and distant snow. It was beautiful, peaceful—the kind of night that made you forget, even for a moment, the horrors that had led you here.

Something dark uncoiled in my chest. “Yes,” I whispered. Adrian nodded. Like I’d just approved a merger. “Good.” He turned the wheel. Pulled into a brightly lit lot. I squinted through the windshield. It was a neon cross. A chapel. “Why are we here?” He parked. Turned to me. His eyes locked on me.“Because,” he said evenly, “there’s no cleaner revenge than replacing him by sunrise.” I smiled, even though I didn't clearly understand him.He stepped out of the car. My drunk brain made a catastrophic executive decision.I followed him. The next hour dissolved into strobe lights and fragmented reality.

Dawn had yet to break. The eastern horizon remained cloaked in darkness, while Blackstone stirred long before sunrise. It was not the hurried movement of panic. Nor was it the uneasy restlessness that had filled the estate after Dominic and the men’s return from the Axis. This was different. It is purposeful and measured, like an orchestra quietly tuning before its final performance. The estate itself seemed to understand. Everyone moved with hushed voices. Doors closed gently. Boots echoed softly over polished marble.

CHAPTER 60: DAWN Peter and I danced and had fun. He got us some soft drinks and we enjoyed the event till day break. We talked about lots of things enjoying each others company till it was time to leave. Peter will spend the new year with his grandmother so he left London that morning. My mother fried some sweet potatoes known as potatoe chips and complemented it with a meat sauce. According to her, the new year will usher us into bountiful yeilds. We sat on the mat in our room. My mother, Osifa, K**i, Tami and I formed a circle while we ate the delicious potato chips and sauce. While we ate, we joked, laughed and drank the soft drinks my mother had kept for us in her fridge at the bar which

He just acted like they didn't exist. A week later, they moved to another city. This time they encountered another high-level zombie after a tense fight, Dior defeated the zombie and consumed its nucleus, and like what happened the last time, Dior entered another comatose state. But this time, it took longer for him to wake up. Unlike the first time, Farrah calmly dealed with it. She waited for a very long time. It was midnight of the fourth day that Dior woke up. Farrah was in deep sleep, exhaustion evident in her face. When Dior saw this, rare gentleness appeared on his eyes as his finger gently grazed upon her cheeks.