Aquella Noche Novels & Stories

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.

A sound of pure, unadulterated terror. "It was like a wolf's howl, but… different." Vicky said, her voice high with apprehension. "Like a scream." The chilling truth slammed into Jessica like a physical blow. It was the Night of the Blood Moon, the night Draven's curse awaken, the night he would become consumed by a primal fury, a night that transformed him into a savage beast.

“Twenty nights,” Kai Lennox murmured against Damien’s lips as they stumbled out of the elevator and into the penthouse at 11:49 p.m. The words felt heavy, almost sacred. Twenty nights of the same addictive rhythm, and yet tonight it felt different deeper, more settled, like the pattern had finally locked into place and refused to be broken.

All she’d remember was that her first kiss had tasted like ale, with a twang of berries. -A few hours earlier- No one remembered the last time that the Night of Flames fell upon a moonless night. A clear, star-filled night sky enveloped the land of the Jakara, where preparations for a ceremony were underway. Throughout the winding paths and cobbled streets of the village, large bonfires blazed and crackled, casting dancing shadows over the low brick buildings.

Upon arriving at the cabin we all settled in. There was fog, it was very cold, we were surrounded by trees, there was a lake a kilometer from the cabin, there were even neighboring cabins, when we arrived, we observed that they were busy, there were several guys a little close to ours. Something was happening at night, it had no signal, we tried to put a movie but there was no handling. Until we opted to make a campfire outside, Zac was telling us his stories at work, how his relationship with Tai began and so on. A while ago, we just arrived, I saw that Antonio brought with him a guitar, could it be that he plays? I'm tempted to ask him but I dare not. We each have a beer in hand, it's a ni

Watermelon! Cucumber! Cantelope! Honey Dew! The smell of Amory lingers in the air around me, yet I’m in my bed naked, so her smell momentarily confuses me until I hear my housekeeper Tia calling for me. Amory sighs in her sleep, rubbing her face into my chest. Last night snaps back into memory as I hear Tia approaching, so I pull the sheets over us before she opens the door. “Lo siento mucho, no pensé que estabas aquí cuando no respondiste. Volveré más tarde”, (I’m so sorry, I didn’t think you were here when you didn’t answer. I’ll come back later) she says.

“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.”