Allure Of The Night Novels & Stories

Gazing into the abyss, even though you know you shouldn't, it calls you to let go and let the black engulf you. The Countess was all darkness. I could feel it. I recognized the pull. It might as well come with a big red DANGER sign. Regardless of that, she still enticed me. Oozing raw sex appeal. Lips painted red. Legs that went on for miles clad in leather pants. Long black hair and a bustier accentuated her generous tits. Guilt churned in my stomach as I looked over at Lucy.

“The door was open. I have here some fresh juice courtesy of the management. Madame, where would you like me to place the juice?” “I … I …” I’m almost gibbering. I want to scream. I want to erupt. This is supposed to be our wedding night. Our wedding night. And we’re standing in a hotel suite, surrounded by hammering workmen, butlers with salvers, and the noise of Teletubbies drilling into my brain. “Madame,” says Nico gently. “I am mortified that we are inconveniencing you. Please may I offer you again a complimentary cocktail in the bar?”

How she had moaned and whimpered with each of his touches and kisses, and with every thrust of his manhood between her legs. She couldn’t even remember what time they had finished, but he hadn’t stopped until he was fully spent. Carefully and hurriedly, Lilliane got off the bed despite the soreness between her legs, afraid to wake the stranger. She searched for the dress he had stripped off her the night before. She quickly put it on, never taking her eyes off the man, who was still fast asleep. She watched to make sure he didn’t wake up. Once she had her dress on, she realized how scandalous it looked. There was no way she could walk out of the hotel dressed like that!

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.

Adam said gently. He was always like that. Adam never once messed with me. "Last night, you came to my room, opened the door, and took off my clothes, and you took off yours. We both enjoyed the night without me knowing that you were Adam. The lights were off so that I couldn't catch your reflection very well. I thought you were Gavin; I couldn't hear your sighs and whispers very well either. I might have. It felt different that night. But I didn't think much of it because, damn it, I enjoyed what you did to me," I said honestly. Adam was silent, and so was I. We faced each other in the room, remembering the sin we had committed.

The dress was a perfect fit, clinging to my body in all the right places and also, it was my favourite colour…red, with some sparkles making it almost impossible for me not to go unnoticed. Anyways. I didn't want the guard to ruin my night. I wanted to clear my head and I was going to do that. The loud sounds of music welcomed me, along with a very disgusting scene of people fucking themselves. I mean get a room you freaks. Eww. With a struggle, I pushed down the contents of the meal which threatened to spill from my lips and continued with our walk to a table. The waitress approached us. “ Good evening, you guys. What would you like this evening?”

The kind of man you read about but never meet. Except I had. Last night. Oh God. My pulse thundered in my ears. What had I done? I tried to think past the blur, past the heat and the music and the taste of champagne. I remembered my friend tugging at my wrist, telling me to loosen up, to live a little. Just one night, Daphne, she’d said. One night to forget about everything. And now here I was, in a stranger’s bed, except he wasn’t just any stranger.

The night clubs were a relaxing point from the madness of the hustle, the rich drowned in bottles and revelled in the illusion of the magic, that would be over by the break of dawn, they relished in the surge of damsels, as the wine cascaded down their throats all night long, partying in the craze of the euphoria, and in the episodes of drunken stupor. It was meant for the careless and carefree, some would leave the madness with a fortune from a drunk man's credit card, others would leave with their trousers unzipped, parading in the stench of alcohol, mixed with cheap cologne from a runs girl, never the less, that was the hustle, and in the hustle it was win, or lose. Check mate. The Nighti

He laughs at her. The sun was setting and the moon was already rising, as expected it was a full moon and the wolves had begun to howl at the sight of the moon. There was dancing, a sensual form where the ladies rubbed their bodies against their partners, food and liquor was available for everyone to enjoy to the fullest. Soon, couples began to fall out of the dance hall to perform the last part of the rituals; to mate without restrictions. And in whatever form they choose. Arcadia was downing her seventh glass of liquor and it was taking its effects, her eyes scan for her mate, she hadn't seen him anywhere and his scent was faint. She was too tipsy to stand from her throne so she thought th

Chapter 45: Between Moonlight and Shadows – A Night of Closeness Night had settled over Veloria, the streets quiet, the city wrapped in a gentle twilight. Aero sat on the balcony with his eyes closed, the cool air brushing against his skin. He could feel Elara’s presence inside the apartment, the energy she radiated, every movement and every breath registering in his awareness. Fen slept deeply, her instincts subdued, yet the connection between Luna and himself pulsed through every part of their beings.