Puffs of smoke wisped from the smoldering blade as the tip of the sword dragged against the marble floor. Michael strolled through the chamber, his bare feet heavy, his head held low. He paused when he reached the front, his gaze slowly lifting toward the massive Victorian throne. It matched the rest of the room—all […]
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Extinguish – J. M. Darhower
Cold air crept through the small school playground, stirring the abandoned swings on either side of Serah. Once alive with children’s carefree laughter, all that could be heard now were the sounds of desolation: the metal chains creaking and clanking as the crisp, earth-toned leaves on the trees crinkled in the thrashing wind, mixing with […]
Torture to Her Soul – J. M. Darhower
Secrets are a funny thing. You keep them boĴled up, hidden thoughts nobody else hears. It makes it hard for others to get close to you—for them to ever really know you—when you hold the deepest parts of yourself back, only letting people graze the surface. But some secrets, I think, are better left unspoken. […]
Target on Our Backs (Monster in His Eyes Book #3) – J. M. Darhower
Sempre, Redemption – J. M. Darhower
On October 12, at 11:56 in the evening, Corrado Alphonse Moretti died. There had been a strong lurching in his stomach and a sudden wooziness as blood gushed from the bullet wounds in his chest. Pain swept from his body like a rolling wave, numbness swallowing him whole. Everything blurred, sights and sounds distorted, as […]
Sempre – J. M. Darhower
Monster in His Eyes – J. M. Darhower
Made – J. M. Darhower
Soft cries filled the dim kitchen, a light above the stove illuminating the woman’s graystreaked hair and tear stained cheeks. It was early morning hours—three, maybe four. A turkey already cooked in the oven, while can goods and half-made pies covered the vast counter space, the food temporarily forgotten as the woman sat at the […]
Friends & Forever – J. M. Darhower
“Yo, DeMarco, get up.” Carmine grunted, his eyes slowly peeking open as something struck his leg, sending a sharp pain through his calf. “What the fuck?” The cluĴered room was dark, clouds of hazy smoke hovering in the warm air, muddying the view of the boy standing in front of him. Carmine blinked a few […]