Allure Of The Night Novels & Stories

She had left all of her long hair opened and was wearing a nice sun kissed body lotion all over her body that made her skin glow even more under the dim lit lights of the room and make her look even more alluring than she did already. Adrian trapped her between both of his long legs and looked down at her with a serious look on his face as he wrapped a hand around the back of her delicate neck and forced her to look up into his eyes, “I wasn’t expecting you to look this fucking good” he said quietly as he looked down into her pretty eyes deeply, thinking from up close she looked even more flawless, just like a life-sized doll. Aria reached for his zipper and looked up at him with a small tea

"God, here's another poser!" My roommate, Fiona Sharpe, grinned as she shoved her phone at us. Its screen showed a student chat group where a bold message stood out. It read, "Urgently looking for a female date—must be attractive—to accompany me to a banquet. You'll receive ten grand upfront as payment."

Kyle walked towards her and hugged her and she answered him with a nod. She left before they could ask more. The club was in the heart of the city, discreet and draped in luxury. Janine felt small stepping inside. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling. Velvet drapes covered the walls. It smelled like expensive perfume and danger. Tina greeted her with a tight hug and pulled her into the dressing room. “You can back out now. It’s not too late.” Janine shook her head. “I’m doing this. I need this”

Damien cursed softly against her skin, holding her tighter as if to protect her from the very fire he’d started. But once wasn’t enough. Not when she looked at him with those wide, innocent eyes that made him feel like he wasn’t a man made of steel and shadows. Round after round, until her body trembled and her mind drifted into weightless oblivion, lost in his arms, in the heat, in a night that felt like forever. --- Next Morning – 7:02 AM Light filtered through the curtains, painting gold across the rumpled sheets. Aria stirred slowly, every muscle aching in ways she’d never known. For a moment, she smiled faintly, remembering the way he held her like she mattered.

Tucked beneath it was a single blood-red card, the words embossed in elegant gold script: Midnight Masquerade One night only. No names. No limits. Rooftop Penthouse, Eclipse Tower. 11:00 PM sharp.Come alone. Dress to be devoured. A shiver raced down my spine, pooling hot and low in my belly. For months I’d been drowning in the same routine — boring dates that ended with polite kisses, nights spent touching myself to fantasies that never quite satisfied the ache. At twenty-two, Aria Vale was tired of playing it safe. I wanted to feel alive. Wanted hands that didn’t ask permission. Wanted to be wanted so desperately it hurt.

Reliana clamped a handkerchief over her nose and mouth, holding her down. Sabrina’s eyes widened as she struggled. She held her breath to avoid inhaling the sweet scent, but it was already too late. She kicked and flailed, trying to get the driver’s attention. But by the way he carefully avoided looking back at her, she knew she had been set up. Tears sprung in Sabrina’s eyes as the drugs dragged her into unconsciousness, and just before she blacked out, she met Reliana’s gaze and saw the cunning look on her face.

bump into me, his eyes full of a wretched, hopeful longing. Kaelan’s irritation was a palpable, icy force. He became my constant shadow, his presence a silent threat. His eyes, when they fell on Marcus, promised a violence that was slow and creative. Then came the Nightfall Gala. A lavish, political event under the great crystal-domed hall of the Citadel, lit by a thousand black candles. Vampires of high clan and their human associates mingled, the air rich with the scent of blood-wine and ambition. I was on Kaelan’s arm, wearing a gown of midnight silk.

“I knew something felt weird, but I didn’t think it could be this.” “Be what?” “It’s a glamour. Kristy, this place has been hidden from human sight.” I pull my phone away from my ear and drop a pin in my location and then send it to Kristy. “There’s an alley behind the bar and the building is right across from it, I promise.” I can hear Nicole’s voice through the phone but can’t make out what she’s saying. A few seconds pass and it sounds like Kristy is running. “I’m in the alley,” she tells me. “And you’re right. It feels…weird back here. Hang on.” Rustling comes through the phone and then I hear my friends chanting. “Light of the sun, dark of the night, reveal the truth before my sight.”

A masterpiece of gothic architecture guarded by layered isolation magic; unreachable by satellites, unable to be bombed without destroying its cursed courtyard which would trigger a continental cholera outbreak. Tonight, the Aurelius sect is looking forward to the presence of the Black Wolf Queen. They invited Chloe not for diplomacy, but to be devoured. The blood of a girl who conquered their rival race of wolves would certainly be the sweetest nectar (dessert) at The Aurelius' millennium feast.

" Her hands were still looking through the box. Dunn could not believe what she heard last: 'Lingerie'. "What the fuck?!" She screeches, looking embarrassed. "You have been invited to The Art Village Auction & Dinner Party not as a worker, but as a date to Mason Brooks. Mason sent you a parcel directly to your house, and the clothes and shoes you are to wear are inside this box." Laura slowly outlined the situation and screamed while dancing to imaginary music. "I do not understand this guy; why is he torturing me?" Dunn ruffles her hair, and her lips move slightly as she fixes her gaze on the already opened box.