A Night Without You Novels & Stories

One night he was seated in the bathtub with water dripping on him and a bottle of alcoholic drink in his hand. "This is not what you promised me, Maya, you said you never left me, did you lie to me? How do you expect me to cope without you". he sniffs and sips from his drink." I missed you, Maya, please come back, I can't spend another day without you, Hayden yawns for you, I want you ". He sobs and drinks from his drink." My whole body yawns for you, I miss your touch, your kisses, and your laughter, I am going crazy!". He grunted angrily as the memory of her death kept flashing in his head. "Maya, please!".

Only there could she find safety from these dangers. --- Nina was waiting in the living room, falling asleep on the sofa from exhaustion. Her sleep was restless, and the slightest noise woke her up. She sat up abruptly, looking around. Seeing no one else in the room, she realized Nash had not come back. Checking the time, it was already 10 PM. Nash usually came home by this time, but tonight there was no sign of him. Nina anxiously checked her phone. Nash had not sent her any messages, not even a call. This made Nina feel even more lost.

Thirty minutes before the wedding ceremony was scheduled to begin, I was locked out of my own bridal suite at the estate. The butler swiped the master keycard three times, but the door still wouldn't open. “Miss, the system shows you don't have access to this suite.” I froze for a couple of seconds before explaining, “I’m the bride for today’s wedding.” The butler looked visibly put on the spot. “I’m sorry, Miss, but this suite is registered under Miss Sofia. Before she checked in, she specifically gave strict orders that no one is allowed inside without Don Dario's express permission.” The hallway fell instantly silent. Holding my wedding dress in her arms, my mother’s proud smile com

The night Blair Carter threw a welcome-home party for her first love, Nolan Pierce, he shoved me in front of everyone simply because he liked the pocket watch I always carried with me. Everyone thought Blair would at least stand up for me, her husband. Instead, she ripped the watch from my hand and gave it to Nolan. "He likes it. Let him have it." For the first time, I lost control. I rushed forward to snatch it back. Seeing my reaction, Nolan laughed and tossed the watch into a pot of boiling broth. "Is it that precious to you? Then fish it out yourself." Blair stopped me, her voice cold with warning. "Don't ruin Nolan's night over some worthless pocket watch." But I wrenched myself f

Everyone in Hemsouth City knew Joe Kingston as the ultimate trust fund kid. Tall, handsome, and wild, he lived exactly how he pleased. At the height of his partying days overseas, an urgent telegram from his father summoned him home. It contained only one cold, uncompromising line: "Come home immediately. You're marrying Fiona Spencer." Fiona was one of the youngest and most promising officers in the military. Cool, disciplined, and fiercely self-controlled, she couldn't have been more different from him. He lived for a good time. She preferred peace and quiet. He did whatever he wanted and had gotten himself into more trouble than he could count. She followed every rule to the letter

On the day the renovations on our future home were completed, I discovered that the camellia painting on the master bedroom wall had been replaced with a painting of a sunflower. When I asked Edward Foxworth about it, he replied casually, "Victoria liked this one better, so I had it changed. Besides, you wouldn't understand these things anyway." But my mother had painted those camellias especially for me before she died. I stared at the wall for a long time, unable to say a word. Edward seemed to think I was about to burst into tears again, and impatience crept into his voice. "Don't make such a fuss over one painting. Victoria was just helping oversee the renovations. She has better tas

I sat in silence for a moment, tapping my fingers on the desk. Dinner with the Fosters. What a damn circus this was turning out to be. But something told me tonight would be different. Something was coming. I could feel it. And whatever it was, I’d be ready. I leaned back in my chair, jaw tight. These people will do anything to get what they want. I grabbed the bottle, poured a heavy shot of whiskey, and let it burn all the way down—trying to steady myself for whatever storm was brewing tonight.

Unknown Number. This time there was no photograph. No video. No warning. Just a date. A location. And one sentence. “Ask your father what happened that night.”

Today was one of our date nights and I had been dreading it. I felt like Junior would just see from my eyes that I've been a whore for my boss. Instead of going out, we both decided to stay in his loft apartment and cook together, play some music and drink as much alcohol as we could. "And I can't be without you baby!" Junior sang at the top of his lungs as he shut his eyes tight, getting moved by Mary J Blige's Be Without You.

I stay up all night Tell myself I'm alright Baby, you're just harder to see than most I put the record on Wait 'til I hear our song Every night I'm dancing with your ghost Every night I'm dancing with your ghost I let out a small smile as I let every words of the song lingers in my ears. See? That is how exactly my life was for the past few months. I'll stay up all night, but won't tell myself I'm alright because I'm really not. What's the point of saying so when I, myself, knows it's not functional at all? Then whenever I'll miss you so much that I came to the point where I became too desperate for your presence, I'll end up playing certain songs and dance by my own as if I am really dancin