A Walk In The Night Novels & Stories

The barrier separating people from the inhabitant of the night collapsed. Lesana stepped out of the safe circle into the darkness, reaching out to the man. Oh, how she longed to touch him! To snuggle up with your whole body, to inhale the smell, to feel the warmth emanating from the skin ... How long she had been waiting for him! Exactly him! Why do we need Meerut when there is a walker in the night opposite! Next to him, you can not be afraid of the dark, he will not give offense ... Thoughts were confused in my head, my mind was foggy, the attraction became stronger. The walker smiled carnivorously, but instead of approaching, he beckoned the victim, silently retreating into the thicket.

If I opened that door, I wasn’t sure I’d have the strength to walk away again. After what felt like an eternity, his footsteps faded, and I let out a shaky breath. But fate had a cruel way of laughing at my choices. --- The night of the attack started like any other. I was walking back to my car after meeting Isabella at a small café on the outskirts of town. The streets were quiet, the neon glow of flickering streetlights casting eerie shadows along the sidewalk. I pulled my coat tighter around me, my breath visible in the cold night air.

That love wins. But another part of me knows better. Because calm like this doesn’t last. It cracks. And something always breaks. --- Later That Night We walk. Just the two of us. The streetlights hum above us, casting golden halos on the pavement. It’s late, but neither of us wants to be inside that house right now. Too many ghosts walking the halls. Oliver squeezes my hand. “Remember when we used to sneak out after rehearsals and come to this street just to talk?”

“Fine. One night.” Jenna squealed, hugging her from behind. “You won’t regret this! Okay, okay—we need outfits. Something sexy but not too sexy. And shoes. Do you even own heels?” Isabel rolled her eyes, but she was smiling despite herself. “Not the kind you’re thinking of.” “Well, that changes tonight.” They left the bar with damp shirts clinging to their backs, the humidity wrapping around them like a second skin. Jenna had already pulled her phone out, tapping furiously as they walked down the quiet street toward her beat-up hatchback.

No amount of security was going to save them tonight. I stepped out first, adjusting my jacket as my fingers brushed over the handle of my knife. The music from inside was already pulsing through the walls, a heavy bass that rattled the pavement beneath my boots. A line of people wrapped around the entrance, dressed in their best, eager to throw their money into a business that was built on blood. They had no idea that tonight, the blood would be theirs.

Zack was getting faster and faster going out and entering Amy's womanhood which made her moan even louder. Amy is near the exit. A few hours later, Amy was released at the same time as Zack also released his white juice in the courtyard of Amy's womanhood. Tired, Amy immediately fell asleep while Zack watched Amy sleep soundly. He stood aside and thought 'why am I feeling this' and Zack touched his chest because of his heartbeat. Until Zack's eyes were swallowed by darkness because of the tiredness he and the girl had caused that even then he didn't feel for those who had a one-night stand.

He doesn't try to lead, but he stays exactly two steps to my right, his body positioning itself between me and the open alleyway. We walk fast, staying close to the rusted corrugated walls of the surrounding buildings. The ground is littered with broken glass, crushed aluminum cans, and soggy cardboard boxes. My heels make too much noise, so I stop, slip them off, and carry them in one hand, stepping on the cold, wet concrete in my stocking feet. Nathan notices, but he doesn't make a joke. He just steps closer, his shoulder almost touching mine as we reach the side entrance of Warehouse 4.

I would have preferred to be there but of course, I am never listened to, especially since about two years ago when I was told the faith of me inheriting my parents company relied on me getting married. Moving further into the room, I noticed a speech was being made by the organizer, something about the plans for the money that would be raised tonight, we both knew half of the money was going into paying for the loan they “allegedly” took for the last project their company participated in and that is why I won’t be donating until I strike a personal deal. Following the usual routine, I patted my breast pocket where the cheque for the occasion occupied and thought of the deal I’d try to strik

I whisper into the night. Never again will we be humiliated. Never again will we be hurt. I tighten the straps of my bag until my knuckles turn white. I turn my back on the house. This is not a goodbye. It is an exorcism. I walk into the night. The street is deserted. My footsteps echo on the pavement , each step a tearing away, a renunciation, a promise. Each step is a nail in the coffin of my former life. Each step a hammer blow driving my resolve deeper.

“The pier. Where it all started. Where we made a baby.” He hummed against my skin. “Possibly the best night of my life.” “You know I was staying pretty much next door to where you live?” “Don’t tell me that,” he said with a groan. I turned in his arms. “The W.” A growl of frustration left him and his forehead fell against mine. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” “Yeah.” “Yeah,” he said with a shake of his head. He turned me slightly. “You can’t see from this angle, but on the other side of the second tower of this complex is the W. It literally is right next door.”