Until Dawn Emily Novels & Stories

"Leave it all to me." ********** Emily woke up with a snort after hearing footsteps come from outside of her room She looked around and saw that the whole place was dark. Little Ight shine into the room from the closed windows but it did nothing to brighten the dark and gloomy look that room possessed. Emily turned to the window with a frown. Why were the windows even closed? Most importantly, how did she manage to sleep for so long?

But that Emily didn’t exist anymore. She wasn’t coming back. The next morning,Emily woke up with a faint headache,probably from the emotional exhaustion of the night before. She dragged herself out of bed,determined to find something to eat. But as she stepped into the kitchen,she froze. On the marble kitchen island sat a beautifully arranged breakfast tray—freshly made sandwiches,a bowl of cut fruit,and a steaming cup of coffee.The scent alone made her stomach grumble. She blinked in surprise. Lila was still asleep,which meant—

A large mirror appeared in front of me. I was pinned in a hidden corner behind it. The sounds started quickly. Two figures tumbled onto the bed. Serena tore open Ethan's white shirt. "Come on, let me see if you still have those abs. I've been dying for this." Ethan glanced at me through the mirror, then turned back to Serena. "You know I'm not Caleb. You never give me much time. Two days from now you won't be mine anymore. So tonight, can we pretend this is our wedding night?"

It was six thirty in the morning when Emily's phone started ringing. She groaned, still half-buried in sleep, reaching blindly for the device on her nightstand. She'd barely slept, maybe two hours total, her mind replaying Miller's visit over and over, the training discussion, and the worry that had settled into her bones since the moment Jems left for France. She answered without looking at the caller ID. "Hello?" she mumbled. "Emily Dawson," a voice said, smooth and unhurried. "I hope I didn't wake you up."

She snuggled into Dante's arms, finding a comfortable spot, and they watched the sunset together. Before long, she drifted into a peaceful sleep. Everything in this world had cracks—that was how the light got in. Years later, Camellia would reflect on this thought and realize that Dante was her ray of light. Though he was not the brightest and most blinding light, he stayed with her through every long night, warming her through the coldest winters.

Did she actually make a mistake leaving her son and father behind? Farrah closed her eyes, kneading her forehead gently as she slowly organized her thoughts. She couldn’t afford to have doubts about herself this time. Not only would it not help her achieve her purpose, but it also hinders her companions. Farrah eventually calmed down and fell asleep. When she woke up, it was already six am. Everyone’s already walking out of their rooms, either yawning or still had their eyes closed. “Woke up? Clean your faces and have breakfast.” Twilight ordered, pointing to the leftover foods Farrah cooked last night. Gracea reheated it as their breakfast.

Faris I woke up to sun shining on my face. The morning brightness waking me up. I got up and sat on the bed, eyes still closed because of over drinking last night. I felt hung over and my head was aching. I roamed my hand on the night stand to get my mobile, it has always been my habit to check my mail early morning from work and start then start out my day with working out. I couldn't find find my mobile or my nightstand.

Next day Emily woke up by the knock on her door. She rubs her eyes and searches for her phone with a closed look. She touched the cold surface of the phone and opened her eyes to see the time. "What the hell, it just 6 AM. Who dares to wake me up. She wore a fluffy slipper and walk toward the door. Rubbing her eyes, she opened the door. "WHAT!!" She shouted. The women who were standing in front of her give her digested look. "Who the hell are you?"

No wonder Maura was finesse; she was probably royalty. We decided to introduce ourselves individually to the Calma household staff. Amid the exchange of pleasantries, we were interrupted by a strong gust of wind that felt heavy in the heart. A figure appeared before us; it was a huge shadow in a shape of a cloaked man with no identifiable facial feature. It whispered in a gravelly, eerie voice, "Darkness has risen. Soon, hell shall rise; the dawn of darkness approaches." Then, it vanished in a cloud of smoke, leaving all of us coughing. Noah was yelling, "Moros, you coward! Face me!"

Those creatures were real as well, it was only a matter of time until events within the realm would start to echo the event she just witnessed. Looking across her room to the arch way which led to the balcony, she noticed that it was daylight and Cassandra told her to meet her at the palace gate's when she awoke. She got up and grabbed her clothes and began to get dressed. She slipped on her an all-black sleeveless shirt then put on her hooded jacket that she'd worn the day she arrived. After putting on her pants and boots she walked in front of the mirror and studied her reflection for a few moments. She noticed that her right eye's color was fading, almost as if it was trying to change. Al