Aquella Noche Novels & Stories

The kids and pets were in the guest room sleeping while the adults were drinking and dancing. This was my engagement night and it was the best night of my life. "Sweet Lady would you be my sweet love for a lifetime?" I sang to Alessandro who was sitting on the couch with a glass of whiskey. "I'll be there when you need me. Just call and receive me." I ran my hand down his beautiful face and he watched me with a smile.

“I need some water.” “Eliza,” Lucas says pointedly, raising his eyebrows. “Oh for fuck’s sake,” she groans, but isn’t able to hide her fear. She rushes away, presumably going into the bar to get me a cup of water. I move away from the puddle of vomit in the alley and lean against Lucas for support. “Leave it to you to find a hellhound on a girls’ night out,” Naomi quips, eyes still wide. “At least tonight was unforgettable.”

In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below

“You really don't remember anything? Well, let me recap a little for you. Yesterday was the last ball of the season, everyone was excited about it. We had our driving lessons and then got ready for the party. We got to the party, it was going well. Your crazy mother showed up with a bump on her head, we all joked about it. Then you pulled Axel to the dance floor and danced with him, everyone watched, and everyone was happy. I and Max joined and other people did too. After the dance, I don't fucking know what happened but you suddenly got into an argument with Axel and you stormed off. You have been missing since then and you showed up this morning with your fucking nude all over the internet

We had fun, until we were tired, the passing of the bills at such a horrendous night that we had, without imagining that the morning would be worse. "Lorenzo!” A female voice I didn't know shouted. I shifted restlessly when I felt someone's weight on me and suddenly, I covered myself with a pillow to reduce the noise. "Open the door," I said, and that woke him up. "Lorenzo Morel Basciano Moretti, open the blessed door," the woman shrieked again. I sat down and knocked him to get him to attend to her. Whoever she was wouldn't leave easily.

Gracie says, and we look at each other. I've seen nothing like it. We got back home before mom could realize that we were not home. NIGHT 9:00 PM I'm lying on my bed, thinking about the incident that happened up the street today. I wonder if that old man survived it, I wonder if he's still alive or in a coma.

"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."

he said. "Goodnight Noah," Amara said. "Goodnight," I said. The lamp. The six inch gap. The hallway. We stood in the hallway. The building around us. The December night. The radiator. The train. Noah breathing. The ammonite and the embroidered square on the bedside table. Together. Amara looked at the door. She looked at me. "Monday," she said. "Yes," I said. "And then the full picture," she said. "Yes," I said.

Hey. The message sent. I ended the night without a response.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐞 The tranquility of the Tuscan morning felt like a carefully constructed lie. Maya stood by the nursery window, watching the mist cling to the olive groves in heavy, silver shrouds, but her mind was anchored like a quarter-million miles away. The whisper she had heard the night before that chilling, electronic lilt still echoed in the marrow of her bones, a reminder that the silence of the moon was never truly empty.