As I opened the book, a gentle breeze caressed me, carrying the sweet scent of unknown flowers, reminiscent of the previous night.
My gaze drifted to the window, where the sun's descent into darkness had begun.
Night's shadows crept over the house and city, shrouding everything in an inky veil.
The room's temperature seemed to drop, sending a shiver down my spine.
I sensed someone's presence, as if being watched.
Suddenly, a gust of wind swept through, carrying a piece of paper.
Isabella, still scratching the blanket, looked up, ears perked.
The paper fluttered to my lap.
I picked it up, recognizing a torn page from my old diary.
A date was scribbled in the corner: 19th July.
Memories flooded back.
This diary had been my confidant for two years, chronicling my daily life.
But for the past year, life's chaos had silenced my pen.
Now, this random page seemed to hold a secret message.
I began to read...
As I started reading the diary page, a memory flashed before my eyes.
I was transported back to a moment, consumed by obsession.
Flashback..
I had just finished reading "Prince of Darkness," and Asher Blackwood's enigmatic character held me captive.
His bold, mysterious nature left me breathless.
Why couldn't fictional characters like him exist in real life?
I yearned for more, craving another glimpse into Asher's world.
Desperate, I opened my laptop, scouring online sites for a sequel.
Was there a second edition?
A second part?
But alas, my search yielded nothing.
"Prince of Darkness" stood alone, with no continuation.
Frustration boiled over.
I punched my bed, releasing a frustrated scream:
"Fuck off!"
Suddenly my fingers slipped, pressing the wrong key. I swiftly moved to close the unwanted site, but my eyes caught a peculiar message:
"Fullfill your wish. Devil is hearing you! He can make anything impossible to possible."
I burst into laughter.
What? Devil is hearing me? Seriously?
Why would the devil be lurking on my laptop?
The absurdity was hilarious.
Still chuckling, curiosity got the better of me.
I wondered what other ridiculous claims this site would make.
Let's see what other entertaining nonsense it has to offer, I thought.
My fingers hovered over the keyboard, eager to explore this bizarre site further.
I scrolled down, my curiosity piqued.
An icon of an envelope caught my eye.
I clicked on it, revealing another message:
YOU ARE READING
Midnight's Captive
Teen Fiction"Obsessed with the morally grey hero of your favorite dark romance novel? Imagine him stepping out of the pages and into your dreams, whispering seductive promises in your ear. Welcome to Luna's world, where the boundaries between reality and fantas...