Aquella Noche Novels & Stories

I sat in silence for a moment, tapping my fingers on the desk. Dinner with the Fosters. What a damn circus this was turning out to be. But something told me tonight would be different. Something was coming. I could feel it. And whatever it was, I’d be ready. I leaned back in my chair, jaw tight. These people will do anything to get what they want. I grabbed the bottle, poured a heavy shot of whiskey, and let it burn all the way down—trying to steady myself for whatever storm was brewing tonight.

It was 2:00 A​M in Sicily. Th‌e screen co‍nnected. Nonna D‌on‌atel⁠la‌ appeared, w​earing a se⁠vere black nightg‍own, her white hair braid​ed over her shoulder. She looked an‍noye​d. "If someone‍ is not​ dead or on fire, Lor‍enzo,‌ you a​re inter​rupting my sl‍eep," sh‍e​ rasped.

“Are you awake?” Adonis stilled. He could feel her magical senses probing the room like unseen fingers. One wrong move and she would know. Stay asleep, Adonis murmured in the old tongue. Dream of fire and blood. And to his surprise, Luna sighed softly and drifted deeper into slumber. But Adonis felt it now—a crack in her certainty. She suspected something. The clock was ticking. Mansion – Rio The night air felt heavier somehow. Rio stood at the balcony of the Valentine mansion, emerald-eyed Junie asleep inside, her hand still curled on the blanket where she’d reached for him before drifting off.

"I can't have anything with this good man." "Why do you look so worried is everything okay with you?" Siaasked after noticing that Selene had really not smiled ever since she entered her room. "I can't let go of what happened that night. I have been restless ever since. I have gone back to that field but he didn't show up." "Excuse me? You went back to what field." Sia asked her. She couldn't understand why Selene kept bringing up the one-night stand. Why was it called a one-night stand again?

Some nights were worst than the others. This is one of those nights. 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹 Danika's bladder woke her up in the middle of the night. Afterward, she wasn't able to go back to sleep again no matter how she tried. She shifted restlessly on the bed, turning to the other side and facing away from the sleeping Remeta.

Carla Last night was something else. We have been going on and on for so long that I did not have a wink of sleep till the sun came up. Everything only ended when I begged Angelo to allow me to sleep for a while. I made him understand that if I don’t sleep, I may just pass out beneath him. This time, Angelo listened and allowed me to finally get some shut-eye. If I were not to be with him the whole night, I would have believed that he took an aphrodisiac.

Still, she knows better than to pry, and despite her apprehension, she shifts slightly, her body finding comfort beside me as she murmurs, “Good night, Marcel.” Buenas noches, muñeca. (Good night, doll.)

The Concordia, Twelve Hundred Years Before (Give or Take a Century) Thaelen admired the way that the moonlight played over Akaus’ skin, his muscles flexing as he thrusted into Besafora, his fingers gripping her hips so tightly that the skin dimpled beneath his fingertips, but it did not seem to hurt her at all.

As long as it made Ephonso jealous, then she would do anything. She set up the camera successfully, crawling on all fours back to the bed. She glanced once at the time and found out it was already an hour to midnight but yet Anthony wasn't in the room. Kaimara could pretty much guess where he was. He must probably still be banging his lover girl, Aiesha. Kaimara crossed her legs under the duvet, took a champagne sip and disgustingly huffed. Two mad Idiots in love! If only they knew how ugly love was, Instead of kisses they would probably be tearing each other apart.

Every night for years, I had a dream where I was falling. I would turn round and round as I fell farther down the hole. It was dark and menacing, but before I fell, something would chase me that sounded a lot like a little girl. The thing is the way she sounded, scared me to no end. I remember one night. I had just closed my eyes and then I heard it, a gentle scraping noise coming from the end of the bed.