A House Of Night Novels & Stories

His muscles flexed under his tight shirt and his jaw tightened. "Do you really believe that the only reason I keep you here is because of your parents? I am Damion Night I don't do anything for anyone unless it benefits me and my family. Think about that the next time you want to kill one of my guards and try and run away." With that he turned his back on me and stalked out of the basement.

“The code for each room changes every night, but you will always be told in advance of them, so you don’t get stuck anywhere.” I stop for a brief second. “Can I ask something?” “Yes, anything?” “What is up with all the security?” “Well, we have alot of very valuable things here in this house. Things tend to vanish and then Nelli gets quite upset. We keep it all under lock and key so there aren’t any accidents.” He turns away just before I could see what he is really thinking.

The clerk handed her the keys for the second floor and the two of us made our way up to the room without any more said. Andrea inserted the rusty old key into a creaky emerald green door that read '209'. From the exterior, it seemed that the room was dusty and beat up. But like I had twice mentioned before, I was tired and I would take almost anything at this point. The two of us had been on the road for twelve hours straight.

Andro has to fight to stay by his mate's side and fight off the new enemy waging a war against his family; his mafia family while protecting his identity as a vampire. CHAPTER ONE Annika’s POV In the chant of the black night, the stars were the choir, they were nights singing in an unusual pattern, singing a tone of death. Few minutes past ten, the once-cleared skies had transformed into a vast expanse of jet-black as the night laid down in a blanket of darkness.

TWO YEARS LATER ~•~ "Five! Four! Three! Two! One! Happy New year!" Calista and Cameron screamed at the top of their lungs, jumping and huggoing each other while bursting with excitement. Chase and Mackenzie were not left out of the celebration. Chase hugged Mackenzie tight as they stood on the balcony of their cottage - the family's latest property in North Dakota - watching the fire works light up the sky. Little baby Emily cried in Mackenzie's arms. Mackenzie looked down at her daughter's dark eyes and blew her kisses. Soon, the baby started to smile.

I don't know what he wants and what he doesn't want anymore. I fall asleep for a moment, but I have strange dreams. It's a huge house and it seems to be from the suburbs. Suddenly, a dark-haired, tanned-skinned, tattooed man appears. I don't see his face. He lays me down on a desk and grabs my legs. I just sob. He unbuttons his pants and pulls them down to take me by force, without contemplation or anything, while I cry out in desperation. I cry again when I wake up. I sweat and keep sobbing.

The 7X9 room was completely dark, apart from a little light source from the window vent. But not long after that, I heard the sound of the bedroom door being opened. I opened my eyes, thinking Gavin- my husband- had come home. And sure enough, I saw a male figure approach the bed and start sitting next to me. His breathing sounded so calm, but I smelled a slight odor of alcohol that made me understand the new fact that my husband was like most men, who occasionally spent time drinking. Those burly hands slowly rubbed my slender legs. I was surprised, but I enjoyed the gentle strokes that the hand made. Slowly, the strokes began to increase until I felt that the fingers were starting to touch

Whatever is hidden in that building is much, much worse. * “There are automatic blinds that go down around four-thirty,” I tell my friends. We’re upstairs and ready to crash for what’s left of the night. “The house is light-tight after that, so you’ll have to turn on lights.” “Makes sense.” Nicole tosses decorative pillows onto the ground. “This place is really nice and not what I expected for Lucas.” “Right? I thought the same thing.” The guest room, like the rest of the house, is very modern.

Silver-blonde hair fell in wild tangles down my back, streaked with dooms and dried blood that was not my own. I was the last. The last daughter of House Nicodemus. The final spark of a proud northern bloodline now reduced to ghost dust by the man who sat upon my father’s throne. Tariq Wolfe. He was no ordinary Alpha. He was a mountain of a man, towering well over six and a half feet, built like the ancient war gods carved into the old temples. Broad, powerful shoulders strained against black leather and steel plates.

— The House by the Sea, Night Deep into the night, silence enveloped the house overlooking the sea. The distant sound of waves drifted through the windows, filling the emptiness with a soft but steady rhythm. Daniel and Rovan were asleep, each in their own room, enveloped in the stillness that followed a night of terror. Malik and Dima emerged from their rooms, each wearing a mask. Their footsteps were measured on the cold floor. The night air slid through the slightly open windows, gently stirring the curtains, as if the house itself were breathing softly.