#breaking the dark

[agentem]

Marvel nerds: is the Jessica Jones "crime novel" by Lisa Jewell any good?

I used to read Marvel novelizations. I met Black Widow for the first time in a Wolverine book (because I was more of an X-Men girlie as a kid).

But I was let down by the Black Widow novels and haven't gotten one since.

I see from the synopsis that she is "on-again, off-again" with Luke Cage (boo) so that means no Danielle. I'd read anything with Danielle. But how much Luke Cage are we talking?

ETA: no wait, I lie. I read the Gamora and Nebula book. Because sisters are important.

[geekcavepodcast]

Jessica Jones Kicks Off New Series of Adult Crime Novels from Hyperion Avenue and Marvel Comics

Marvel Comics has announced a new Marvel Crime fiction series for adults from Hyperion Avenue, an imprint of Disney Publishing Worldwide. The first novel in the series is Breaking the Dark: A Jessica Jones Marvel Crime Novel from Lisa Jewell. Later novels in the Marvel Crime series will include characters Luke Cage, written by S.A. Cosby, and Daredevil, written by Alex Segura.

Having one been a spandex-wearing crimefighter, Jessica Jones now works as a private investigator in Hell's Kitchen, New York, with an off-again, on-again relationship with Luke Cage. One day, distraught mother Amber Randall's barges into Jessica's office with an unusual story.

"Amber is adamant that something happened to her teenage twins while they were visiting their father in the UK. The twins don’t act like themselves, and they now have flawless skin, have lost their distinctive tics and habits, and keep talking about a girl named Belle. Amber insists her children have been replaced by something horrible, something 'perfect.'

Traveling to a small village in the British countryside, Jessica meets the mysterious Belle, who lives a curiously isolated life in an old farmhouse with a strange woman who claims to be her guardian. Can this unworldly teenager really be responsible for the Randall twins’ new personas? Why does the strange little village of Barton Wallop seem to harbor dark energies and mysteries in its tight-knit community?" (Marvel Comics)

Breaking the Dark: A Jessica Jones Marvel Crime Novel goes on sale on July 2, 2024.

(Image via Marvel Comics - Cover of Breaking the Dark: A Jessica Jones Marvel Crime Novel)

[griefpersevering]

just finished reading the new jessica jones novel and let me tell you. i could write a whole series of novels about the defenders coming to england JUST to repeat the experience of them discovering tescos

[quirkycatsfatstacks]

Review: Breaking the Dark by Lisa Jewell

Series: Marvel Crime #1Author: Lisa JewellPublisher: Hyperion AvenueReleased: July 2, 2024Received: OwnFind it on Goodreads | More Thrillers | Marvel Book Summary: Jessica Jones has had many names over the years. These days, she prefers to be known as a private investigator. It pays the bills – enough to keep herself distracted from her past. Jessica’s latest case is something else entirely.…

[eastgaysian]

[chaosatthebookclub]

update on breaking the dark: 4 stars, i probably would have given it more had it been an entirely new series instead of being shoehorned into the story of an existing character. plot was interesting, and i read it in two sittings. the pregnancy subplot was cliche, but i have to admit it was well-written. overall, i recommend you read this but don’t rush to

[mylifeinfiction]

Breaking the Dark by Lisa Jewell

"Perfection isn't a goal. Perfection is a scam."

Above all else, Lisa Jewell's Breaking the Dark is a freshly angled indictment of the hive-mind mentality of social media and the never ending onslaught of 'peers' and 'influencers' berating our impressionable youth for not being perfect. It's an ominous, all-too-late warning of the constant grooming this generation faces, bullying them into believing they're no more than another pathetic peon who needs this product or that service in order to give their lives anything even remotely resembling value or happiness in this exceedingly bleak, ultimately make-believe reality only visible through the screen of their phones.

However, as a case for Jessica Jones. . . I don't know. Jessica Jones has always felt like one of those characters that are so inherently rooted to a place, that it really just feels way too awkward having her so completely detached from it for a large chunk of this book. And then pairing in Jewell's pacing—which has zero sense of urgency until the very last second—and this book ultimately feels like a standalone piece into which an only moderately well-known Marvel superhero has been injected. But there is some solid procedural work, throughout, and Jewell does a fairly solid job at finding Jessica's voice, so that kept me (somewhat) invested, at least.

"Break through the dark. Find the light."

5.5/10

-Timothy Patrick Boyer.

[the-worlds-between-pages]

Breaking The Dark: A Jessica Jones Novel by: Lisa Jewel

Published by: Hyperion Avenue Publication Date: July 2 2024 I received this eARC in exchange for an honest review. Big thank you to NetGalley and Hyperion for access to this eARC. Onto the review. Trigger warning: mentions of alcohol and pregnancy, grooming. Proceed softly with yourself. Alright, something y’all don’t know about me. I love comics. Have since I was a little kid. Collected…

[peacefulandcozy]

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[akanemnon]

What is this tension?

FIRST - PREVIOUS - NEXT

MASTERPOST (for the full series / FAQ / reference sheets)

(Chara's dialoge being a different shade of red is NOT a plot thing. It's just supposed to make it easier to read)

[sfsolstice]

Albert Camus, from The Myth of Sisyphus

[griefpersevering]

i just bought the new jessica jones breaking the dark novel and someone please tell me why i thought lisa jewell was a marvel themed penname and not a very well-established crime author

[churchofthemimic]

darkness before the dawn

[smallnico]

why did he say it like that.

(my personal headcanon is that he said it as an inside joke for durge to enjoy. you know how sometimes you say things to mimic your friends just so they know you listen to them and support them? like that. bad timing, though, wyll -- i though you were orin for a second there.)

will i ever learn how to draw his horns? jury's still out

[wanders-in-wonderland]

Pay to Play

The last thing I remember is a van pulling up to the sidewalk and two men grabbing me. I vaguely recall a syringe going into my arm and the pain of an injection but that’s all that I can remember of when I wake up. I’m in a dark room, tied to a chair, and gagged. There are several other girls in the room as well, all tied and gagged just like I am. The fear is palpable as we look between ourselves. Some are crying and most of us are squirming and struggling to no avail.

Suddenly, the door to the room we’re in swings open and several men walk in. No one says a word as the men go towards the girl closest to the door and pick her up, chair included. They leave with her, just as suddenly as they arrived, leaving the rest of us in stunned silence.

I feel tears well up in my eyes, the fear and confusion becoming too much for me to process. One of the girls screams behind her gag and another one joins her. A few more join in but no one beyond the door seems to notice and eventually, we all quiet again, each of us trying to cope in our own ways.

An unknown amount of time passes and suddenly the doors slam open again. The men return but there is no sign of the first girl. They head towards the second girl and grab her the same way, ignoring her wails from behind the gag and her desperate struggling against her bonds. They leave with her, just like before.

It becomes a pattern. The men come and take the next girl in line every so often and none of us know what to expect or how to stop it. Soon, I’m up next. It’s been so long since I woke up that I’ve stopped crying already. My arms are sore from being tied up and my legs are numb from sitting.

The doors slam open again and I’m carried away. I’m brought to a room surrounded by lights, the sudden brightness making me squint and blink. When my vision focuses again, I realize the men are gone and I’m alone. I’m surrounded by cameras, and there’s a large screen in front of me playing a live feed of the room, and I see myself. My hair is tangled, my eyes are red from crying, and I look terrified. What’s next to the footage is what makes my blood run cold. It’s a chat box, and I can see the comments coming in. Comments about how I look, about how excited viewers are for the “show,” and how much they think I’m worth. I realize in that moment that I’m being livestreamed and about to be sold off to the highest bidder.

A door opens and a man walks in. He’s wearing a mask that covers most of his face and he has on a microphone that I can only assume let’s him talk to the stream’s viewers.

“Welcome! Our next lovely girl is here with us now. You all know the rules, if you win the auction, you must transfer funds immediately and she will be prepared for shipment or pick-up, depending on your preference. Let’s begin.”

He walks toward me, and I whimper behind the gag, terrified of what’s to come. He pulls out a pair of scissors, and swiftly cuts away at my clothes, pulling them off my naked body and I’m crying now. I can see myself on the screen, my sobs making my body shake as I try my best to curl into myself.

The comments start to flood into the chat box now, people discussing my body, my tits, my pussy. I see bids start to come in too, and part of me is shocked to see the amount of money these people are throwing out.

The man comes back into my view and he’s holding a vibrator in his hand. I wail behind the gag, shaking my head and struggling uselessly in my bonds. He isn’t deterred and I watch as he clicks it on. I’m straining to close my legs but the ropes are too tight and chair too unyielding. He brings the vibrator between my legs and I wail when I feel it touch my clit. He doesn’t give me time to adjust, he presses the vibrating head directly onto my clit and holds it there, letting the vibrations batter me.

I scream behind the gag as I feel the sensation overwhelm me. At first, the fear dampened any pleasure but as the seconds dragged on and the vibrator stayed pressed up against my most delicate area, I could feel my body reacting. Waves of stimulation crash over me and I can feel the first inklings of an orgasm starting to build. The man keeps the horrible vibrator on my pulsing clit and my tears are now in response to the unbearable pleasure that I never wanted, and certainly not like this.

The vibrator pushes my body closer and closer to a wrecking orgasm, and I can’t do anything other than feel it happen. I arch my back and squirm as much as I can when the incomprehensible pleasure crescendos and I shatter. I can feel my pussy clenching around nothing and gushing out my release, my clit pulsing in time to my heartbeat, and my mind fading to a haze of pleasure and pain as the vibrator continues to ravage me.

“Orgasm in one minute and 37 seconds, and she’s a squirter,” the man announces matter-of-factly. “Let’s see how hard we can push her.”

I look up from tear-blurred eyes, seeing the comments flood in on the chat box on screen. I’ve always been sensitive post-orgasm and the fact that the man hasn’t pulled away the vibrator is pushing me into a painful overstimulation that’s making my stomach clench in fear. He reaches down with his free hand and maneuvering around the vibrator to pull back the soft skin that normally surrounds my clit, protecting it. My eyes widen and I let out a guttural scream behind the gag as the overwhelming, horrible vibrator now decimates my clit with nothing to soften the nerve-fraying stimulation.

I feel my eyes roll up into my head and my body is thrown into a second orgasm with no preparation. Just pure, unstoppable pleasure that burns every single nerve in my body. I can’t even breathe or scream or cry as my entire being is locked in a soul-shattering explosion that seems to go on forever.

I have no idea how much time passes or how many orgasms that terrible pleasure is able to tear from my body before the vibrator finally moves away. I’m shaking, crying, gasping for air and my clit is burning and twitching from the continued stimulation.

When I finally gather myself enough to open my eyes and see the on-screen chat box, I feel my heart stutter when I read some of the things people are saying.

“Fuck, she’s hot like that, I wonder if she’d survive a day strapped to a fucking machine.”

“I want to string her up and see how good of a whipping she could handle before she begs.”

“Her little clitty looks perfect for a piercing, and I could run electricity through it and really make her scream and cum.”

That last one makes me whimper and I pull my attention away from the screen, hoping that this nightmare is almost over.

“Now for a change of pace,” the man says from across the room. My eyes dart over to him and see that the men who’d brought me here are back again, rolling in a different chair, this one built like a gynecologist’s exam table with stirrups. I shake slightly in fear as they approach me and untie me before manhandling me into the exam chair. I’m too weak to even resist as they strap my body down, my feet going into the stirrups and my legs, arms, and body immobilized with straps.

The men leave and I look up at the livestream of myself, seeing how fear has made my eyes wide with gruesome anticipation. I can see clearly in the video, my clit looking so red and angry while my pussy still drips from the torment of pleasure they’d subjected me to moments before. I watch as the masked man approaches me, wheeling over a tray containing more horrible toys and devices.

He pulls a metal speculum off the tray and comes to stand before me. I’m shaking with terror, desperately trying to beg from behind the gag. He’s uncaring as he slides the device against my pussy, pushing the cold, hard metal inside of me. My back arches as my pussy fills and I whine, wishing that I didn’t find this violation pleasurable.

The man starts to crank the handle of the device, the motion forcing the speculum to open me up. I can’t help but moan, feeling an unbearable fullness start to build as the device pushes my pussy wide open. Eventually, he stops and takes a step back.

I watch through the livestream as he grabs a long, thin wand from the tray and comes back. I can feel my pussy pulsing around the speculum holding me open, and I know there’s nothing I can do to prevent whatever deranged thing he plans on doing next.

“Let’s see how she reacts to some internal stimulation.”

Without any other warning, the man slides the thin wand into me and presses a button that makes it start emitting a low pulsing vibration. He brushes against the walls of my pussy and I shake at the onslaught of pleasure. The speculum gives him easy, perfect access and the thin wand means he has every bit of precision at his disposal as he targets my most vulnerable places.

I choke on a gasp when he finds my g-spot and presses into it with heart-stopping accuracy. I feel my toes curl and my eyes roll to the back of my head as painful, unbearable pleasure overwhelms me. He turns up the wand to an unimaginable intensity and drives it into the tenderness of my pussy. I cum immediately. My pussy gushes and my juices flood out of me as the pleasure ravages my body with no mercy.

Just like with my clit, the man doesn’t let up. I’m locked in this impossible pleasure and overstimulation as my vision goes white and my body feels ripped to shreds by every orgasm that pours out of me.

When he finally stops, I don’t even feel human anymore. My mind is empty, there is absolutely nothing left other than the pure pleasure that laid waste to my entire being. I’m vaguely aware of the man announcing final call for bids but I’m too incoherent to really register what is going on around me. Suddenly, I feel a prick on my arm and slowly turn my head to watch a syringe pull out of my arm. My head spins and I feel sleep encroaching on my mind.

Just before my darkness overwhelms my vision and I sink into unconsciousness, I catch a glance of the screen and see how much money was spent on me. There’s a muted sense of astonishment. It’s more money than I could even fathom, more than I could make in a lifetime. And someone just spent it on me, in exchange for my complete ownership.

[godmerlin]

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