Novels by Night Owl

- Aria's POV ~After I left Raven and Thorne unconscious and barely breathing, my next target was their fathers. I wasn't going to spare them. I'd kill them the same way they killed my parents.I halted when I was only a few feet away from Alistair’s mansion. I had chosen him first because I planned to deal with Magnus in a way he would never expect.Magnus wasn’t just going to pay for killing my mother, he would pay for every ounce of suffering and torture he put me through. I wasn’t afraid of them anymore. Not now that I had grown stronger—stronger than they ever imagined.My fists clenched as I strode toward the mansion gate. But before I could reach it, something struck my face.A stone.When I snapped my head in the direction from which the stone had come, I saw Ryker standing behind a tree, signaling for me to come over.My eyebrows furrowed at his sudden appearance. After he ditched me at the eatery, I hadn't seen him until now.He gestured again with his eyes, urging me closer

~ Thorne's POV ~I woke up with searing pain tearing through my neck. My vision swam as I forced my eyes open, the world spinning in and out of focus. For a moment, I had no idea where I was. The last thing I remembered was Aria... her rage, her strength, and nearly beating me to death before everything went black.The whole scenario happened in the woods, so why did I suddenly find myself in an old empty room? Did Aria perhaps bring me here?Did she calm down and regret what she did to me? Was that why she brought me here? These thoughts swirled through my mind, a small smile touching my lips, but it faded when the door creaked open and Lucian entered."Lucian?" I murmured, stunned to see him. I was expecting Aria, not him."Why are you looking at me like you just saw a ghost?" he asked as he finally approached me."What are you doing here?" The words slipped out before I could stop myself, probably the dumbest question I could’ve asked."You should be thanking me... not asking quest

~ Aria's POV ~"What are you doing here, Raven?" Thorne asked, his hands tucked into the pockets of his shorts.I used to admire the way he did that, so casual, so effortless. Back then, it made my heart flutter. Not anymore. Now, all I felt was hatred. Hatred for the boy who had nearly sent me to my death."Didn't I tell you Skylight wasn't the one who murdered Nyx?" Raven said sharply.Thorne let out a bitter chuckle. There was no humor in it… only venom. "How long will you continue to side with that murderer?" he seethed.Raven grabbed him by the collar, fury blazing in his eyes. "You need to wake up from your delusion, Thorne! Skylight is innocent!""Say whatever you want," Thorne snapped back, shoving him away. "She clearly told me herself that she murdered Nyx. She left evidence on the wall that she killed my sister!"Evidence?My chest tightened.Had I been framed… just so Thorne would believe I murdered Nyx?"She’s missing from the dungeon my father locked her in," Thorne cont

~ Aria's POV ~"What did you just say?" I asked, my eyes widened in shock, as I stared at the boy who I thought was now my ally."I'm sorry... everything I had said to you from the day we met were all lies. I knew your parents. I was friends with them... I watched you grow in your mother's womb, that's how I was able to know your name was Rowena... that's how I was able to save your life, because when I went to see your parents after a long time, I saw you unconscious under the bed," Lucian said.My head spun as I tried to process his words, to force my mind to make sense of them. He knew.He fucking knew my parents were dead, and yet he never said a word. He watched me cling to hope, watched me desperately wish to see them again, and still pretended he didn’t know what had happened to them.Hot, bitter tears spilled from my eyes as I stared at Lucian. Everything he had ever done was built on lies, and I had been stupid enough to believe every word he said."I’m sorry..."I slapped hi

~ Aria's POV ~I screamed as I jolted awake, gasping desperately for air, my chest heaving as my entire body trembled from what I had just witnessed."Nooooo! Noooooo!! Noooooo!!!" I screamed again, my voice breaking as I squeezed my eyes shut, too terrified to open them, too afraid of what reality might show me."Aria."I heard my foster mom’s voice, shaky and panicked. "Aria, are you okay?" Her hands tapped my body gently, urgently, as if afraid I might disappear if she stopped touching me.My eyes slowly opened, and I realized where I was. I was back in Sybille's house."Aria," my mom whispered as she caressed my face.I looked at her, and thick, burning tears spilled from my eyes without warning."Mom," I whispered weakly, my voice barely holding together as my tears continued to fall."I’m here, Aria. I’m here," she said softly, wiping my tears with trembling fingers. "Why did you suddenly lose consciousness earlier?"She took a breath, steadying herself. "You were talking to Luc

~ Aria's POV ~I walked toward the cottage as confusion gnawed at me. My steps slowed when recognition hit—I was staring at the very cottage my parents used to live in. I had seen it countless times in my dreams, where either my mom or dad would always place me inside a woven basket. I never knew it was hidden deep within a forest.As I walked closer to the cottage, I heard the cry of a baby, a cry that sounded so much like mine. I pushed the door open, my breath hitching as I stepped inside. There, in the center of the cottage, was a woven basket… and inside it lay my infant self, crying softly.My brows furrowed. I just couldn't understand why I was suddenly seeing my younger self. Was this a trance or a dream? It couldn't possibly be a dream because I was talking to Lucian and Raven just now. A trance? Is that even possible?I tried to go closer to my infant self, and that's when the door of the cottage was pushed open. I turned around to see my mom. For the first time in my life,

~ Sylara's POV ~"What the hell did you just say?" he countered, his voice flat, as if he hadn't processed the venom in my question. In that instant, I was hit by a wave of crushing regret. What right did I have to demand an explanation for who he fucked? I was nobody to him, a one-night fling from Cabo.I regretted it, but it was too late to take my words back, so I cleared my throat and asked again. "Who is she to you? Your fuck-mate?" I could feel my heartbeat as those words came out from my mouth.He stared at me.God! He was doing it again—staring at me with those unreadable almond eyes of his. I couldn't tell what was going on in his head, but when he stood up from his seat, I was certain my heart skipped a beat.He was hot.He was pure, lethal heat. Forty or not, he was the most criminally hot man I had ever seen.As he walked toward me, I felt an automatic, pathetic need to step backward. I might crave him, but I couldn't deny the raw, primal fear he ignited in me.He had a d

~ Sylara's POV ~Fuck! I exhaled, the silent curse ripping through me as I stared at him. I had told myself today would be another day to erase him. Another day to completely forget that night, but how could I achieve that when he strode into our lecture hall looking like a walking sexual fantasy?He was wearing a white turtleneck that didn't just cover his body, it aggressively showcased the hard, veined thickness of his biceps. His dark hair was slightly wet and clinging to his forehead, giving him a dangerous, younger look that made his forty-something years utterly irrelevant.His glasses rested perfectly on his nose, and his lips… his lips were fucking so kissable right now, begging to be crushed beneath mine."Professor Nick!" Lisa and her friends squealed, their voices grating like those of crazy K-pop fans."What were my precise conditions regarding student–professor boundaries?" he asked, his voice cutting and deadly serious. His entire aura screamed dangerous, but why did I

~ Sylara's POV ~"God, I fucking love the sound of your moans, Little Flower," he growled, his voice rough with lust as his middle finger rammed deeper into my slick pussy. I immediately hitched my hips and spread my legs even wide open for him.He was the only one capable of making my body hum like this. The only one who could make me drip and soak my panties with just a brush of his hand.His mouth descended, crushing his lips back into mine, kissing me hard and violently, as his two fingers burrowed deep into my entrance. Every raw groan, every strangled scream was swallowed by his mouth as he kissed me like he was guzzling life itself.​He wasn't just a great fucker, he was a mind-blowing kisser too. I felt so boneless and helpless under his aggressive grip, entirely letting him manhandle and tease my pussy exactly the way he wanted to. I surrendered my control to him completely, my body burning for him.​I wanted him to take me.​To fuck my pussy into oblivion, slamming me agains

~ Sylara's POV ~I parted my mouth, but the words wouldn't come out. Did he just ask if we knew each other? After all the hours we spent naked in Cabo, with his massive hands and body gripping and pounding mine? Was he truly pretending to forget the way he came inside me again and again?I tried to speak, maybe remind him of the specific, intimate things we did, but the shock of his words left me speechless."Miss Sylara," he began. The sweet, deep rumble of my name made my core clench, and wetness immediately bloomed between my thighs.He had called my name sweetly. Maybe he remembered me. Maybe we could repeat Cabo—I wouldn't mind him bending me over and fucking me hard right here on his desk.But my hope crashed when he spoke again: "Get out."I blinked, stunned by his words. Why was he acting this way? Was he being serious when he said he didn't know me? But he called me Little Flower that night, right before he drove his dick deep into me, like I was one of the most precious thin

~ Sylara’s POV ~“Lara! Come sit with me,” Ashlyn waved at me with a bright, cheerful smile. I mirrored her smile and walked over, settling down beside her.“Are you eager to see our new professor? Everyone is so excited to see him!” she said, her voice bubbling with excitement.I glanced behind her and noticed a group of girls clustered together, applying makeup as if preparing for a runway show. Even worse, the unserious girls — the ones who only showed up during exams were suddenly present and pretending to care about academics.They were all eager to see the new professor.Meanwhile, I felt like the odd one, the only person who wasn’t even remotely interested.“They all came to class because of the new professor?” I whispered, tilting my head toward Lisa and her friends.They called themselves The Queens — three spoiled girls whose money spoke louder than their brains ever could.Ashlyn laughed softly. “I heard our new professor is one hell of a hot dude. When his picture got leak

~ Sylara's POV ~The morning sun spilled across my face, warm and blinding. I squeezed my eyes shut, refusing to wake because I wanted to stay lost in the memory of last night.That stranger—God, that man had satisfied me in ways I never thought were possible. I could still feel the echo of his thick, hard dick stretching me, thrusting into me with rough, possessive strokes that claimed every inch of me.The memory made me shiver. My body still ached with a sweet soreness between my thighs. He hadn’t just fucked me—he ruined me for anyone else. He tore moans out of me I didn’t even know I was capable of.I thought of how he flipped me over, pinned me down, and fucked me harder every time I begged for more. Even now, my nipples tingled under the sheets and heat coiled low in my stomach, making me wet all over again.I didn’t mind repeating every moment from last night, but when I looked to the other side of the bed, he wasn’t there.He had spent hours pounding my pussy, filling me unti