Another 5 Nights Novels & Stories

Five days. We spend five days in peaceful bliss. Hours spent hunting and foraging. Exploring the beautiful planet we crash-landed upon. We clean up the ship, organize it, go through all its cupboards and storage places. We sleep. We carry water from the lake to the ship. We begin to fall into a comfortable routine. And I don’t spend one single minute trying to repair the ship. There’s a little thought in the back of my head, one I feel too wicked to give acceptance to. There are hints of the future dancing on the edge of my memory.

she asked. “Tickets,” he said, breathless. “We’re booked. The Fifth Fling bachelorette weekend! Flights, itineraries, matching satin robes—don’t yell, Aunt Genny insisted—and a rooftop party at some fancy resort with a French name that probably translates to ‘We have hidden fees.’” Ava took an envelope. Inside was a boarding pass, a schedule color-coded within an inch of its life, and a note from Mercedes that read, Auntie, bring shoes you plan to sin in. Maya’s handwriting added beneath, Ignore Mercedes. Bring arch support.

We look at each other for a long moment, and he answers me: - Yes, I believe it's the best thing to do! It’s not fair for you to see us so happy while we are no longer together! - Alright, I understand you. But for what we have lived through, can you grant me a favor? - Of course, what do you want? - I want you to spend three nights with me! Just me! After those three nights, I will leave the next day! Do you accept? - Yes, I agree to give you those three nights!

The goddess was kind in mating me with him. "How many nights?" Becky asked while typing away on her computer. "Two nights will do." Blake said. I had to hide my confusion. I could have sworn he said we were only staying tonight. So why tell her two nights? Why pay for two nights if we were only staying for one? Blake slapped a wad of cash on the counter. "That should cover it. Can we please hurry this up? We have been driving all day and would really like to rest." Blake said his irritation evident in his voice.

Whatever the cost. Nine nights left in our arrangement. But tomorrow might be the last night anyone gets to count.

CHARLOTTE Nathan cleaned me up gently, and while I might have enjoyed what we just had, I blushed furiously while he cleaned me up. He enjoyed my discomfort and drew out the aftercare, laughing at my apparent nervousness and awkwardness. When we were both clean and dressed, Nathan carried me back to bed and teased me into cuddling with him. I was starting to get comfortable when he started talking. “Five years ago, I had a one-night stand with a stranger. I believe it was a setup, and there, at Magical Nights hotel, I got drunk and slept with a woman who disappeared the next morning,” I stilled, my heart pounding at his very familiar words.

she responded gently stroking her hair at Nolan with a smile. “You are….” I almost cursed at her but Nolan who had been silent since this conversation started with this rude receptionist, interjected. “We will work with what we have, and besides Alanna, it is just two nights, how bad can it be?” he asked with a smirk on his face. Why do people keep telling me that it is just two nights? “And it is a double suite right?” He directed this question to the blonde receptionist this time. “That means there are two beds right?” he added and she bit her lips slightly.

"We discussed accommodations earlier. There is a small inn in the sub-district, but it’s almost an hour from here, and the roads can be dangerous at night..." Julien furrowed his brow. "If that's the case… is there another option?" The village head, Mr. Hadi, smiled warmly. "If you don’t mind, we spoke with Mrs. Narti. She is willing to lend her house to you both tonight. It’s very simple, with just basic furniture, but it’s clean." Julien and I exchanged glances. I could see the hesitation in his eyes, and perhaps he saw the same in mine. But rather than risk a night-time journey back, I knew the answer was clear.

My delicate fingers moved on their own, nervous at his touch. Again, we don’t say anything. Gradually, a captivating calm settles. The floor empties; the last discordant heels are heard at three. It must be Natali. “You can leave!… remember, I’ll pick you up tonight… at eight.” “Mhm… okay,” I manage to say, barely audible. “Or… if you want… stay a bit longer and we’ll go straight to my apartment. Don’t worry, you can shower there and all that.”