Romans & histoires Nightlight Oc

With that I fell into a deep slumber. I woke up with a pain in my neck,it wasn't easy sleeping on the bare floor. Also it seemed I had caught a cold, I sneezed and my eyes watered. I checked the time on my Watch..it was one of my most prized possession, it was given to me by Christine as a birthday gift. It was 6:30 AM. I quickly arranged myself, I was hungry as hell,but there was no way I could get anything to eat. The restaurant usually opens by 7:30AM, it would be a very long time but I have no choice.

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.

The blue light of millions of smartphone screens illuminated the night like a digital plague. In a plush, white-marbled penthouse high above the city, Luna was in the middle of the performance of her life. She leaned into the camera of her high-end ring light, her features softened by a mourning filter that made her skin look like translucent porcelain.

The nightlight cast their shadows on the wall. Two silhouettes too close. Too hot. Too dangerous. And the night was just beginning. . . "Lemme touch you for a moment..." ~ Nick Luton Lancaster.

Her face filled the screen on my phone, illuminated by the soft purple glow of her LED ring light. In the physical world, she was only a few feet above me. I could hear the soft click-clack of her nails tapping on the desk. It was intimacy in its purest, most perverted form. Then, the chat began to scroll faster. Usually, it was a blur of emotes and “LULs,” but something in the text caught my eye. A user named ShadowWatcher88 had typed in all caps: ShadowWatcher88: Wait. Look under the bed. There’s a reflection in the mirror behind her.

Lucian POV The digital clock on the mahogany nightstand glowed a sharp, steady red. 2:00 AM. The penthouse was dead silent, dark except for the thin beams of city moonlight cutting through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Beside me, Orion was a massive, warm weight under the heavy duvet. His breathing was slow and deep, the steady rise and fall of his chest a familiar rhythm that usually brought instant sleep. Instead, a sudden, violent spark of friction ignited deep inside my pelvis.

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"When I caught up, you were ambushed... and you know the rest." I nodded, remembering it all too well. "Did you see anything else? Anything unusual?" Lucas sighed and glanced out the window. "There was something else. While chasing after the shadow, I picked up a strange smell." "Nightspire bloom," I whispered, cutting him off. His eyes widened in shock that I had recognized the essence. "How do you even know about it? It’s rare, and native to West Fall Pack. It grows on steep cliffs. It is known for its calming, sleep-inducing properties."

Damian's pov I walked out of the walk-in closet, fastening my wristwatch. As I shifted slightly, I spotted sprawled on the edge of my bed, her dark hair cascading over the sheets like a waterfall of shadows. The confusion on her face as she stirred awake. It was a sight I had come expect but still found oddly endearing. "Nora's already headed to school. You can sleep in," I said, my voice low and husky, cutting through the morning stillness. The way she shuddered at the sound made something stir within me.

Nighttime is when we are supposed to sleep, to restore and fuel our bodies for the adventures and necessary tasks of the next day. A time when the body relaxes and we can drift away, leaving our problems with the sandman. That’s impossible when the nightmares wake you up, screaming at four o’clock in the morning. Thankfully, Owen was there. As always, he was my lifeline, my saving grace. He pulled me from the darkness of my mind, letting me know that I was awake and safe in his arms.