All Chapters of Shadow In The Night: Secrets Of The Howling Heart: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Confidence wrapped around him like a cloak, his demeanour exuding an air of authority softened by a hint of approachability. Dark, tousled hair framed a face that could rival the ancient sculptures, with shades of mahogany and copper dancing through the strands, hinting at a hidden fire. His hazel eyes, behind clear glasses, shifted like chameleons, in hue with each flicker of emotion, an ocean of complexities shimmering beneath their surface. They held a certain depth, seemingly concealing a wealth of knowledge and experience. Standing tall at 6’2”, he effortlessly commanded attention, drawing gazes without any effort. The contrast between his crisp cream shirt and deep ocean blue slacks only added to his composed sophistication. In that instant, I was spellbound, entangled by a potent mix of awe and intrigue. The fleeting hero from that fateful night had transformed into an academic, adorning the guise of a professor within the walls of academia. The revelation sent a surge of quest

The countdown to the upcoming Modern Literature of Europe lecture crept by in agonizing slowness. Every passing second felt stretched into an eternity, though it amounted to just two days. Secretly, I found myself yearning to see him again, a desire I refused to admit aloud. His absence made the campus, not the largest expanse, but sizable enough to conceal him from my curious gaze.My attire for the day cascaded with deliberate elegance: an off-white shirt of satin texture gliding over my form, accentuated by a sleek black sweater vest. Paired with brown slacks, I meticulously folded the sleeves of my shirt, adding a touch of casual sophistication. Opting for a low ponytail, I allowed tendrils of hair to lazily frame my face, lending a subtle allure. A mere hint of moisturizer and sunscreen graced my skin, and as I set the sunscreen aside, my fingers grazed over my modest collection of lipsticks. Feeling a streak of boldness, I chose a dark shade of brown, one that harmonized with th

It was a lazy Saturday, and I found myself engrossed in a conversation with Zoe over the phone. She was still grilling me for being late to our café meet-up earlier in that week when I had stumbled into Izan. Luca was quick to brush it off but Zoe, well, she is Zoe.“Are you certain you will be able to make it tonight?” Zoe’s voice rang with a hint of exasperation, the question feeling all too familiar.It was a lazy Saturday, and I found myself engrossed in a conversation with Zoe over the phone. She was still grilling me for being late to our café meet-up earlier in that week when I had stumbled into Izan. Luca was quick to brush it off but Zoe, well, she is Zoe.“Are you certain you will be able to make it tonight?” Zoe’s voice rang with a hint of exasperation, the question feeling all too familiar.“Yeah, yeah,” I sighed, a twinge of guilt in my voice. “I just need to find something to wear for your party.”“I have tons of dresses. Just make it on time for the dinner, will you?” Z

“Let’s find you something fabulous to wear,” Zoe exclaimed, rummaging through her wardrobe and presenting me with a series of outfit options.As we stood in her bedroom surrounded by an array of outfits strewn across the bed, Zoe’s eyes sparkled with excitement, eager to help me choose the perfect outfit for the night.“So, which one should we start with?” Zoe murmured eyeing all the options of dresses of different colours, design and style. I stood there frozen as I stared at the pile of clothes in front of me.It had been only five minutes since we reached her new apartment that was bustling with preparation for the housewarming party. And I was already in a robe, out of my simple peasant clothing. And the options of outfits laid in front of me was more than overwhelming.The first dress she handed me was a vibrant cobalt blue, its intricate lace overlay glistening under the room’s soft light. The dress hugged the figure in all the right places, but as I looked at my reflection, I

I ran into the washroom, my heart racing at an uncountable speed, I feared it would leap out at any given moment. Closing the door of stall behind me, I leaned against the cool surface, trying to catch up to the millions of thoughts running through my head. “What on earth was that!” I screamed into the empty space, my voice echoing off the tiled walls as I struggled to process what had happened in the past few minutes. Did it really just happen, or was it just another one of those dreams? Did Izan really just do that? Confusion clouded my mind, making it impossible to understand or comprehend what is reality and what felt like a surreal dream. The whole situation felt like a blur, making me dizzy, leaving me gasping for a sense of stability. But whatever it was, reality or a dream, I couldn’t hide in there for long. I needed to leave, right at that moment, or else being stuck in that space with those thoughts would drive me to the brinks of insanity. Hurriedly, I said my farewells a