Aquella Noche Novels & Stories

Did I behave in a stupid way last night? As I was in deep thought, trying so hard to recall what happened the night before, images began flooding my mind. At first, there was that beautiful scent of honey and wild jasmine. Followed by soft gasps, trembling voice like she doesn't want to be around me. Then, the name Ekara repeatedly falling from my lips like an incantation. I clenched my jaw as shame overshadowed me. "There was someone that came here last night." Marcus raised a brow, an annoying smirk plastered on his ugly face. "A woman?"

The night became a canvas for shared stories, laughter, and unexpected connections. As the clock ticked toward the early hours of dawn, Viktor proposed a final toast to the unforgettable night. The clinking of glasses resonated in the quiet lounge, a symbol of the transient nature of their encounter. The night had woven a tapestry of experiences—moments of abandon on the dance floor, introspective conversations on the rooftop, and the shared laughter in the secluded lounge. As the club gradually emptied, Serena couldn't shake the feeling that this night had left an indelible mark, a chapter in her life that would linger in her memories.

"Let's pick up Summer after eating." She nodded. "She misses you. We always sleep together when you're not here. Last night, I was supposed to sleep in Vesarius’ mansion, but you kidnapped me." She took a piece of chicken and put it in front of his mouth when she noticed that he wasn’t moving from his seat. "When did you arrive?" "Last night at eight." He took a bite of the chicken. "Why didn't you tell me you were coming home? I didn't have to go to the party if I knew you were coming. Summer and I could have waited for you here in the penthouse."

It was as if he had been completely erased from my memory. That night, as we were on our way to the mansion, my phone beeped with a text message from an unknown number. Unknown Number: Celeste, can we talk? To Unknown Number: Who's this? Unknown Number: This is Victoria Yuchengco. Let's meet tomorrow night at the gala night. I want you to meet me alone if you want to catch William. Be discreet. I quickly glanced at Arik, who was driving with a smile on his face. What was this all about?

No matter how willing they were to feel each other, some invisible manacles were there, holding both of them apart. The sky was dark but still belonged to the morning, as it was an early hour striking 3 am on the time measuring tool. A deafening silence was filling the vacuum of that busy road, carrying no one else than those two bodies, which might be each other’s, but was no more than a stranger to it. No car could be seen passing by, as if the road has blocked itself to give time to these strangers crying their hearts out inside, but have nothing to utter outside, even if it is a sob. Though the illuminating lights were so bright, ready to compete with the sun, the world of these souls ca

Thunder shattered the night as Marcus kicked open the penthouse door, rain pouring off their bodies like liquid sin. He had Pera pressed against the floor-to-ceiling glass before she could catch her breath, the storm lashed the city sprawling forty-seven floors below. Lightning flashed across her wide, terrified, and exhilarated eyes. At twenty-one, Pera was untouched, pure, untouched, until tonight.

I had drunk several bottles of mineral water while on the bus. Therefore, I felt the urge to get up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom. When I groggily opened my eyes, I noticed that Kathleen wasn't in bed. On my way to the bathroom, I passed by the living room and saw a dim, red light flickering from the room next door. It was just the two of us at home—could Kathleen be in there? If it was her, what was she doing there this late at night?

Guests started leaving one after another, the music softened and Conversations became fewer. Near the entrance, Sarah and Ann were making their way toward the waiting cab that would take them home. Both women were exhausted but satisfied. The evening had turned out far better than either of them expected. Especially Sarah. She still couldn’t stop smiling whenever she remembered the job offer email. As they approached the vehicle, hurried footsteps sounded behind them. “Wait!” The girls turned simultaneously. To their surprise, Elvis was jogging toward them. Slightly out of breath. Ann blinked. “Elvis?”

He stood on the balcony in the cold wind all night. When he returned to the bedroom, he found that my mother had jumped out of the window. That night, it poured. The rain washed away the blood from my mother's corpse. Cade rushed over and held me tight, letting me punch him repeatedly. He kept saying, "It's okay, it's okay…" But he chose Summer as his new fling. As Mrs. Finley, what dignity do I have left? That night, Cade did not come home. The trending topic I arranged was buried deep by him.

She screamed as another wave hit, her pussy squirting cum in hot spurts that drenched Ronan's hand. Aurelia's eyes snapped open, her chest pounding as reality crashed in. It was just a dream, another vivid, filthy one that left her soaked and aching. She glanced at the clock: still 2 a.m. The mansion was silent, the kind of deep night quiet that amplified every creak. Her throat felt dry, her body humming with unresolved need. She swung her legs over the bed's edge, pulling on a thin robe that barely covered her thighs, and padded barefoot down the hall.