Just Light Romane & Geschichten

He nodded to the bottle poking from the sack—too sweet, too optimistic. Jonathan’s eyes were always hazel, flecked with green, but right now there was something else in them, a trick of the light that made them shimmer. It was probably just the sunlight. He was so human it hurt to look at him. Lucas lit a cigarette, even though he never smoked, and blew the smoke away from us. “Real nice of you,” he said, voice perfectly blank.

Inside the bathroom drawer lay a package of sanitary pads that clearly didn’t belong to me. Outside the door, I heard Tamara’s voice on the phone. "Mr. Shepherd," she said sweetly, "I got my period at the hospital, but I can’t find the special brand for younger girls. There’s a pack left in your bathroom. Could you bring it to me?" Henry stepped into the bathroom, only to catch me pulling open the drawer. His gaze flickered with guilt before he quickly walked away.

she said next. Nearly every hand was raised, making us both look at each other and smile. There was no doubt that this war would be brutal and potentially cost lives, but I prayed that it would be as minimal as possible. I was not foolish enough to believe that our side would be unscathed. Luna Ziyah went on to mention that she would be able to devise something that could act as a strong burst of light. She just needed some time to make it so that it would work properly. That would also be beneficial, especially for those who did not have access to any light or lightning of their own.

The faint illumination becomes a lifeline, a guiding beacon amidst the encroaching darkness. I tighten my grip on the flashlight, feeling the coolness of its metal against my skin, anchoring me to the present moment. With determination in each step, I leave the storage room, the flashlight's beam casting a flickering glow on Lucian's figure. Wearing a black pants, but his bare chest reveals a stark contrast to his wounded state.

Their horses standing in the cold with only a small blanket around them. Darkness around her. Only a small inch of light shone though a small crack on the wall. The light from the house where Roman was. Mia was lying on the cold floor. Lifeless. The sound of the door opening echoed through the hall. Roman made his way towards her cage. Making sure she was unconscious before entering the cell.

It was almost as if it was a time line as we walked down the hall. I saw a sword. Many different people held the sword as we walked. Sometimes it was a person outlined in black light, which was strange to see black light. It was not like the UV purple light that they called black light in the clubs. This was inky dark light. Almost like paint, but reflected as light. My physics brain couldn't wrap itself around the concept, and yet here it was right in front of me.

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

The warmth of his skin burned my system, making me feel alive. “We're not riding your monster of a bike?” I asked when we began to walk. He shook his head and glanced at my direction. “It's just you and me tonight.” And that was enough to say that I was captivated by him. I barely know him yet he managed to sweep me off of my feet. We enjoyed the cool breeze of the night and the simple conversation we had along the way. Unlike the other two clubs I've been in the previous nights, this one was not loud and jampacked. The purple neon lights read Sphere and there was no long line of people waiting to have their turn inside. True to his words, we'll definitely have the night to ourselves.

The building's silhouettes suddenly became the dark night sky and the lights from their windows suddenly were twinkling. "Isn't that beautiful?" I asked when I saw a broken stoplight, the red light was blinking and the green and yellow once didn't seem to work. I thought it was aesthetically pleasing, under the gloom of the night, along the empty streets and silently passing cars. The slow blinking of that stop light seemed to harmonize with the quietness of the evening. I looked at Edgar and he was frowning at the stop light. "Pretty much could cause traffic, goodness, that should be fixed," he said and I rolled my eyes at him.