30 Days Of Night 3 Novels & Stories

My name is written on the paper in his freakishly neat handwriting. “Is it a sex note?” Nicole jokes as I pick it up. A flash drive falls from the folded paper, bouncing to the floor. She picks it up for me. “No, it’s security footage from the bar.” I set the note down and open the computer. We all crowd around the computer as I stick in the flash drive. There’s footage from last night, of course, as well as going back a week. “Start with last night,” Kristy says. “It was around midnight, I think.”

ONE NIGHT DEAL (One Night Love’s Book 2) Blurb: In order to find the truth about their son’s case and whereabouts, Freya and Jacob decided to make a ONE NIGHT DEAL. Pretense, denial, deception, and secret love. They planned a game, but what if fate also played with them? Can they win the game of love? Is there a chance for a complete and a happy family, or will it be completely destroyed by those who oppose their unity?

Three Months Long is a story set in Abuja, in predominantly two districts, Wuye and Jabi. Peter and Olivia are in love and want to have a future together. However, Olivia is older than Peter by a few years and already a graduate while Peter is still a freshman in the university . While Peter’s family is not perturbed about the difference in age and academics , Olivia’s family won't have any of it. Peter promises Olivia a forever love but will their love stand the stern test from their parents and the Nigerian society where it's expected for a man to be several years older than his partner? As the story unravels, love, fear, uncertainty, parental pressures determination, trust and values are

“But if you fail to win her back by the end of those thirty days, then I’m back in the game. And from that moment on…” I smile. “…it’s fair game. Fair and square.”

“Tonight!” I heard footsteps approaching angrily, and I bolted out of there before anyone could recognise me without my mask on. I watched from the corner as Maya stepped out of the room, she sank to the floor, a ruffled card in her hand, and she glared at it for a long time before dialling the number on it. Finally Its Game on.

His voice thunders. "What happened tonight? The club sustained significant damage. Three guests were injured. Three! Don Rossi will have your head. "You're fired."

What the hell is going on? “I’ll let the bank know we have to reschedule,” Lucas says when we get closer to my house. “No, we’re going. We still have time, right?” “Yes, our appointment is in twenty minutes.” “I’ll take a fast shower, and then we’re going to our appointment.” Lucas steps in front of me, looking into my eyes. “There are demons in your backyard.” “Yeah, but they’re dead now.” I take Lucas’s hand, which is covered in dried blood. “I’m not letting scrapper demons stop us from getting our house together. I know normal is relative, but we’re doing this one normal thing together tonight.”

The tension between them was a language they both understood. Thirty days. A cage. And already, the lock clicked.

Then I looked at the thirty-day notice in my memory, at the sale list, at Dalisay's name sitting six spots below mine on a caravan manifest that would take us both somewhere we would not come back from. I pressed my bleeding palms together, let the pain ground me, and began the third circulation of the night. The pendant burned against my chest like a coal refusing to go cold, like something waiting for the moment a door that had been shut for thirteen years would finally, irrevocably open — and behind it, not safety, not peace, not the comfortable ending that the weak allowed themselves to want, but something vast and merciless and entirely hers. Thirty days. She would be ready in twenty-se

I kiss the blonde on the lips and slap the ass of the brunette as they usher themselves out. I stand and pour myself a whiskey. “You have thirty seconds, Yetti,” I say without turning around, “to tell me what you want before my fist comes crashing down on your face.” “We agreed you'd never call me that.”. I smiled into the glass. “We agreed on a lot of things you didn’t bother keeping when it suited you. Twenty five seconds.” He steps further into the room, trying to look at anywhere else that isn't my naked chest. I watch him approach. To strangers, he’s the ruthless tech billionaire the tabloids built.