Romans & histoires A Walk In The Night

I tried avoiding them, but you don't always get what you want. One of the three drunkateers stepped back, blocking my path "Hey, baby girl. Didn't anyone tell you not to walk alone, especially at night?" The cringe I feel right now is spine-breaking. "Livia, you haven't spilled blood in weeks. You have been doing so good. What's one more night." I attempted to walk around him, but another blocked my path. "Give me strength."

His brows were knitted furiously, and Xander was never sure he had seen that type of scowl on his friend's face before. But, when Lucas saw him, he waved to the man and walked over to Xander. "For nightwalker, we leave in the night. She's eager to see you," "Okay." He appeared uninterested, who cared who Nightwalker was. She was an enemy, he would just end her once and her for, who knows, it might even be a he. When the night arrived, and the stars were beginning to dance lightly on the sky, Lucas and Xander drove out of the manor and down into the creepy lane in the far end of the city.

If Ayden ever hurts our friend, hell will break loose. Candy faced us. “Okay, here’s our room, 104. Ayden and Frostine, 106. Jeremy and Jannah, 108,” Candy announced as she was giving us the cards. Jeremy was the one who took our card. “Thanks, Cane,” I said as my gaze dropped over our card. It has a barcode at the back. We walked towards the room 108 and while doing so, my heart beated faster than normal. Oh, fuck. There’s nothing to be nervous of, and why am I feeling this way?

I immediately pulled my hand out of his and stepped back as he stepped closer to me. "Do you mind if I walk with you?" he asked, his demeanor changing suddenly as if he had been hurt. I smiled and nodded as I turned and began to walk. We walked in silence for a few moments before Ikaris spoke. "How was your first night?" he asked. Suddenly, I didn't know what to say. My first night was anything but ordinary. I knew I couldn't tell him what I saw or thought I saw, even though I now questioned if seeing the wolf was real.

Tonight I’m going to be the party queen. It was a quarter to midnight, and the club was packed full of party animals who adore the nightlife. Carrie led me to the second floor which I’m guessing is reserved for the VIP. It’s crammed as well, but it is more spacious and glamorous than the first floor. Carrie was about to walk to a private booth, but I held her hand and led her to the bar, ignoring her protests. She stopped to speak with a cute blonde lady and she introduced her as Vikki, but I couldn’t care less. I swayed my hips as I walked over to the bar and I ordered some shots of tequila for Carrie and I, but I ended up taking both shots before Carrie could meet up with me. “That’s enou

I looked around, scanning the area for any signs that the plan had begun. The night air was cool and crisp, and the sounds of the city echoed around me. I could hear the honking of car horns, the murmur of people's conversations, and the distant sound of music coming from a nearby nightclub. It was the perfect cover for what we were about to do. Tonight is the day we would attack and take back everything that was taken from us and then it will belong to us. There was no time to waste and so, I walked towards the entrance handing the invitation card that was given to me. It was the one Maria had given to me to use since I was going to perform as a ballet dancer.

“The matter is in hand. Again, my apologies. While we are sorting out this problem, may I offer you a complimentary cocktail downstairs at the bar?” I quell a snappy reply. I don’t want a cocktail at the bar. I want my wedding night. Now. “Well, how long is it going to take?” Ben scowls. “This is ridiculous.” “Sir, we will complete the substitution as quickly as possible. The removers will be with us as soon as— Ah!” There’s a knocking sound at the door, and Nico brightens. “Here we are!” Six guys in white overalls troop into the room, and Nico addresses them in Greek. One guy lifts up the end of a bed and looks at it doubtfully. He says

My Walmart jeans and school hoodie didn’t make me stand out too badly. But I had things to do. I was going to be studying for at least a couple hours when I got back to my room in the dorm. So, I was really just waiting for everyone to get drunk enough that they wouldn’t notice me leave. “For real, though!” I was distracted from the brewing self-pity party by Diana Fowler, the prettiest of the girls in my study group. She was on her fourth beer and starting to get loose. “They called him the Night Walker, and he’s like some kind of vampire or something, because he bit a girl’s throat and she was bleeding really bad and—”

“Kael—?” “I can’t,” he muttered. “I can’t do this tonight.” He turned and left, ignoring the whispers of the diners, ignoring the tears welling in Delia’s eyes. He walked straight into the night air, the chill biting against his skin. His steps quickened, desperation clawing at him until he found himself outside a dim, hidden club on the edge of the city. Inside, the bass thundered, neon lights flashing red and violet. Bodies swayed on the dance floor, and the scent of sweat, smoke, and whiskey filled the air. Kael barely thought, he just walked.

Jeslyn whispered, tightening her embrace as she rested her head against his chest—her safe place. The neon lights of the nightclub pulsed in time with the pounding EDM beats, creating a surreal world of sound, light, and chaos. At the dimly lit corner of the bar, Jefran slouched in his seat, an almost-empty bottle of whiskey in front of him. His eyes were bloodshot and glossy—not just from alcohol. “Another one?” the bartender asked, his voice nearly drowned in the thumping music. “Just pour. Don’t ask questions,” Jefran muttered, handing over his empty glass.