A Walk In The Night Novels & Stories

Rowan I walk into the club that was not the location my wife told me she was going. The streets are filled with people on the warm summer night. The way that the sky is perfect with a half-moon. Not a star in sight. The city lights take all that away. I look at my phone again seeing the message. -Need you here boss. She is having a bit too much to drink. Miles

I’m a virgin for f*CK sake. “All done ma’am, thank you for your patronage,” he stated as he bowed slightly departing. Watching his departing figure, a surge of heat course through my veins. “I need to get out of here,” I muttered as I tried to get up. Shaking my head swiftly in a bid to wake myself up, I grabbed my purse and stood up with great difficulty. With wobbly feet, I made my way out of the bar. As I walked down the alley, the sky suddenly poured heavily. As the rain cascaded down my body, I felt my feet going numb. My vision blurring faster with each passing second.

I hissed, but it wasn't loud enough to wake the others. I should take a walk; maybe I'll sleep. I sat up and headed outside. The cool night breeze was something else on my skin. I turned when I heard footsteps coming in my direction. Oh no, ghost! I muttered, frightened, as the footsteps got closer. It was dark, but the person was wearing the same fabric they offered for the night. The height, perfect walking step, became clear as the moon's rays shone on the shadow.

As a show of sincerity, I'd wait until I got back to resolve this face-to-face. Declan, kicked out and without a place to go, found himself utterly miserable. He had nowhere to return to, no money, and for the next five days, all he could do was wander through parks. On the rare occasion when things were better, he could find an empty bench under a streetlamp and get a few hours of sleep. But on the bad nights, he couldn't even rest, always wary of local thugs who might try to mess with him.

The Walk. "The Walk's what's coming," said Julian. "Tonight. They'll come across the sand in black, in silence, on foot. Every house sends its keeper and one witness. Eighty people. They'll stand in a ring in the yard, and a woman will write the last name in the book, and they'll close it, and go home." He looked up. "That's what my mother wants. It's what she's wanted her whole life. A great and holy ending."

She simply turned, walked back down the hallway on legs that felt unsteady, and took the elevator to the ground floor without looking back. Outside, the city was loud and indifferent. Rebecca walked. She walked until the sharp edge of humiliation dulled into something harder, determination. She had been left wet and empty and furious. She would not go home like this. Not tonight. Someone was going to fuck her until the memory of that woman’s hand on him was drowned out by new sensation.

I stood there in silence, long enough for the snow to blanket the ground, long enough for a decade of passion and resentment to vanish like snowflakes in the wind. At last, when he seemed to feel my presence and our gazes locked, I walked away. For a fleeting moment, clarity flickered in his eyes, and he took a step to follow, but was quickly swallowed by a tide of jumbled memories. He grasped at a snow rabbit that happened by, asking, "Have you seen my Fiona?" I slipped away into the night, leaving the North to its Fiona-less fate, under a sky painted with crimson auroras.

she said. Jenny then walked away without looking back, her hand in Jackson's, who looked so much like her first love. Most of the people around her were the type to suck up to the powerful and step on the weak. One word from Jenny, and they made sure every job I applied for fell apart. Even a beggar took pity on me and bought me a burger, but they crushed it under their feet. "That burger cost two-fifty. That's half a day's food allowance for you. You really know how to waste it."

I step back to the vanity mirror and applied deep red lipstick like thick war paint. The weak suburban housewife is officially dead. The Romanov heir has finally returned to claim her throne. *** The following evening find me standing outside The Inferno. The pulsating bass from the exclusive nightclub rattles my teeth in my skull and blinding neon lights slice viciously through the dense city fog. A long line of desperate people wrap entirely around the block, begging the security guards for entry. I bypass the shivering crowd completely, walking straight up to the massive bouncers guarding the crimson velvet rope.

William scooped the shaking, agitated Bianca up and strode out of the hall without saying another word. Jason followed closely, and he didn't even look at me. The event came to an end. It was already the dead of the night by the time I got home. My body was exhausted, and I leaned my hand on the fingerprint lock lazily. However, all I got was a notification that told me it was the wrong fingerprint. William had the only spare key. I had no choice but to call him. "The lock's broken. I can't get in."