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he shouted at someone. I could hear the sound of keys jingling and then the metallic click of a lock being opened. Trence's voice was fading in and out as if he were moving further away from me. I felt like he laid me down somewhere. I tried to reach out for him, but my limbs felt heavy and unresponsive. Panic surged through me as I struggled to stay conscious. The world around me seemed to blur and distort, and I feared I was losing touch with reality.

Why was it called a one-night stand again? Selene understood how Sia felt. She knew she shouldn't be bringing the night up again but she couldn't help it. She rushed to see him and tell him how she felt about that night. They never got the chance the tell each other about their feelings and it irked her. She craved his face, his touch. She couldn't think straight. Sia looked at her friend and was at a loss for words for some time. "Okay let's say you want to meet him. Do you know him from Adams?" she asked.

Dark of Night Copyright 2019 Emily Goodwin Chapter One “What do you see when you look at this one?” The doctor holds up a card, showcasing an ink splotch that’s twisted and creepy, with eyes that follow you no matter where you go. I look at it, heart hammering away inside my chest. The mess of ink on the white paper reminds me of the monster that lurks in Nana and Papa’s basement, the one that tried to get Abby and Scott to go downstairs with it.

CELINE POV - THIS IS THE DAY, the opening day of the Heavenly hotel and restaurant. I can’t help but feel nervous, thinking that I will face more people and others are sure to influence people. I am not sure how I will deal with people later and how to talk to them.

"From now on, with me by your side, no one will ever hurt you again. I will protect you. I will love you, trust you, and always be there for you." A warm feeling went all through me. I blinked as tears almost came out. I put my arms around Alex's neck, and he held me just as tightly. That night, we became one. When I woke up the next morning, many people were outside my door, all waiting to say sorry. Confused, I followed them to the middle of the pack, where the announcement board was. It wasn't until I saw what was written there that I understood why they had come.

Minus The DEMONS who’d cooked up last night’s events had taken up residency inside my skull. They jabbed me awake with their pitchforks and set up some sort of sadistic slide show of last night’s events. Strange scenes played out in my mind like fragmented flickers, and I could barely make sense of what was real, and what was imagined. The last thing I clearly remembered was a tray of shot glasses, the karaoke machine firing up, and dancing with two very handsy women. Shit, for all I knew, I was currently in bed with one…or both of them. I was afraid to open my eyes and look.

~Olivia~ Day turned night and the night didn't slow down for me. Not after the countless bottles of drinks I had with Diane. Music thundered through the venue, vibrating in my bones, drowning out thought and consequences alike. Lights strobed across the crowd in violent flashes of colour, illuminating faces I didn’t recognize and didn’t care to. For that moment, I let myself be nothing but movement— shoulders swaying, feet unsteady, pulse syncing with the bass. It was easier that way.

The moment we stepped through the doors, I was hit with exactly what I expected and more. Loud music pulsed through the room, vibrating in my chest. Flashes of blue, red, and green lights flickered like fireworks, casting wild shadows on the walls. The air was thick with energy electric, intoxicating, alive. Ava spun around with a grin that could outshine the disco lights. “Come on, Jess, it’s your birthday!” she yelled over the music, grabbing my hand and pulling me toward the dance floor. I hesitated for a split second, feeling the weight of the red dress, the heels, the makeup. But then I saw her carefree and wild, completely lost in the beat. She danced like no one was watching, and I co

he said quietly, "that right now, you want to feel anything except the pain you're in." Every word landed like a caress. Or a punch. I couldn't tell anymore. "Who are you?" I whispered. "Does it matter?" It didn't and shouldn't. But my hands were shaking. "I can help with that," he said, his voice dropping lower. "With feeling something else. Just for tonight." This is insane. This is dangerous. This is… "Okay." The word came out before I could stop it. "Help me forget." Something flashed in those storm-cloud eyes. Triumph, maybe. Or hunger.