Aquella Noche Novels & Stories

I said laughing. Jacob laughed. "You're so naughty, wife. I'm falling for you even more." I stood up when Jacob stood up. We were walking away from our sleeping son when Jacob suddenly stopped walking. "Why did you stop?" I asked. Jacob looked at his shorts. I coughed when I saw the bulging thing there. "I can't wait any longer, wife. Let's just do it here. Promise, I won't make any noise," he said with a smile. My eyes rolled as I laughed. "No. Let's go to Casa Malaga. That's what you said last night, but what? You're making so much noise."

The night was pitch black. A dark shadow appeared and moved from one window to the next. That person was none other than Conal, and he was looking for Azura's room. Conal came to a halt in the western room, and even in the dim yellow nightlight, Conal could tell who was sleeping there was Azura.

What the hell is going on? “I’ll let the bank know we have to reschedule,” Lucas says when we get closer to my house. “No, we’re going. We still have time, right?” “Yes, our appointment is in twenty minutes.” “I’ll take a fast shower, and then we’re going to our appointment.” Lucas steps in front of me, looking into my eyes. “There are demons in your backyard.” “Yeah, but they’re dead now.” I take Lucas’s hand, which is covered in dried blood. “I’m not letting scrapper demons stop us from getting our house together. I know normal is relative, but we’re doing this one normal thing together tonight.”

I screamed out and he suddenly cum inside of me. I felt a little bit of relief as soon as a thick liquid ran through my body. He continued and after few minutes of pleasure and amusement, we stopped. I lay on the couch and slept off tiredly. 🔮Mia’s POV🔥 I stared at the screen of my phone for a long time before picking it up. “Hello beauty,” The caller said. I frowned a little. “Hi, please who I’m I speaking with?” I questioned. “Hmm, well, I’m Kelvin from class 2c,” He said sweetly but it seems really disgusting to my ears.

Fenrak leaned back, spread his arms along the couch behind Mia and Lena. “I don’t need to seduce Verona,” he said. “Verona came to me.” The girls screamed again. Rhea drank more champagne. Hours bled into laughter. Into music. Into dancing. Into the hypnotic glow of the city lights outside. Into the warm buzz of too much celebration and the soft danger of forgetting what hunted them in the shadows of Ashwood. And then the night blurred. And then it ended. --- Sunlight stabbed through the curtains like a rude intruder.

He even pulled up a rough-hewn stool and settled in. “What happened that night?” He asked. I hesitated for a minute not knowing where to begin or if I even had the strength to speak. Then I began to speak. I recounted the events after the pack gathering, the walk home with Hallie that had taken a terrifying turn. We had stumbled upon a wounded werewolf near the edge of our territory.

I don't think," Elara said, her voice barely above a whisper. Ella sighed and walked closer, her expression softening. "You saw something last night, didn't you?" Elara's hands stilled in the water, and she nodded weakly. Tears pricked at her eyes again. "He was not alone," she whispered. Ella's eyes darkened. "A woman?" Elara nodded, feeling a lump form in her throat. "She was in his room. On his bed. I shouldn't have seen it, but I did."

Was his mind finally cracking under the weight of his guilt? The sound was real as it reverberated through the walls. He stood up, his movements stiff, and made his way to the living room. There he found his assistant, Logan, already in place, looking alert and ready to tackle the day. Logan glanced up from his tablet, a frown creasing his brow. “How many hours did you sleep again? Or was it no sleep at all?” “Not sure,” Ezekiel replied, his voice barely above a whisper. His mind flickered back to last night. Vespera Nightingale. That name was like a thorn in his side. He tried to convince himself she wasn’t Lorna, convincing himself that the woman at the gala was just a stranger.

Delia I didn’t sleep. Not even for a minute. At night the mansion seemed to breathe slow and quiet, like a sleeping giant. Footsteps tapped on the marble halls, doors opened and closed softly, a man coughed in the distance, and somewhere else a gun made a tiny click as someone checked it. And somewhere down the hall, behind thick wooden doors, Leandro Cavalli had brought Bianca back in and it seemed she was taken to his room. I stared at the ceiling until my eyes burned.

If it were daytime: a guarantee of clouds. If it were afternoon: an advance of hours. Not night was never so pompous. That wild, powerful, tasty and altered kiss, consumed us in such a way... We knew immediately: we would be able to succumb right there, to turn Maracaibo City into the lupanar of two sluts.