Author Of Book Night Novels & Stories

Liora Vale had always loved the quiet. At twenty-one, she worked the night shift at the old city library. Most people thought the job was boring, but Liora loved being alone with the books after midnight. The tall shelves felt like old friends. One rainy night, while sorting the rare books section, she found a strange leather book hidden behind others. It had no title. When she opened it, the pages glowed softly. Words appeared. Choose a story. Bring him to life. One night only.

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Nida didn't like to sleep with anyone, even though they fit on the mattress on top of the mat on the floor. The only light in the room came from the moon, which shone through the open window. She sighed again when the familiar sadness gripped her chest. She felt hollow, as if she wanted to embrace someone or something, but she didn't know who or what. She closed her eyes and tried to force herself to sleep. Maybe it was because of the fatigue from doing laundry earlier that she was able to fall asleep quickly. Lyzza didn't know what she was doing in that house. It was unfamiliar to her. However, there was a part of her that knew the place; it seemed familiar to her. Particularly, the big pic

The penthouse felt different in daylight—less like a dream, more like a question. And then she saw it. A folded piece of paper on the nightstand. Her pulse skipped as she reached for it, fingertips brushing the edge. She unfolded it slowly, eyes scanning the dark ink. “Didn’t want to wake you. Text me if you ever want to finish that kiss.” —A (335) 768-0091 A number. No name. No promise. Just… possibility. She let the note fall to her lap and stared out the window. What was this? A mistake? A thrill? A story she’d laugh about one day?

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.

What if you're broken-hearted? Would you do the thing that you haven't done in your whole life? Charmane Cordova. Unexpectedly meet, this most sought-after bachelor... Bradley Hernandez, A guy that she doesn't know yet, A guy that got her attention, and a guy she had spent her whole night with... And this will be their, JUST ONE NIGHT together. ___________ JUST ONE NIGHT (English Version) By: Mairisian ***** This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, some places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination and are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, places or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

I felt like I'd overstayed my welcome, and it was time to go back to my place of dwelling. "I should go," I went to grab my handbag. "I have to drive back." Mia nodded. "Have a safe drive back, and call me anytime," she said as she embraced me. I was starting to get very accustomed to her hugs. "I'd love to answer any questions you have." I nodded, and thanked her for her time. She reached to take a book off a shelf near the wall, and passed it to me. It read, 'Night Terrors' by Katie Roosevelt, an author that I'd never heard about before.

That much was obvious. ‘A Hundred Years of Solitude.’ She was only halfway through the book. It was a heavy one, and she couldn’t understand why she read it before she came back. Night time was perfect for a reading session, so she was reading seriously. Heather was the most attractive when she was quiet, and she drifted to sleep with a book in her hands that night. If there was one downside about night reading, that would be the fact that the reader would fall asleep easily.

"Remon, I was under the impression that you wanted me to be okay when I became pregnant. The fact is that you appear to be making things worse! I yelled as I walked back to the room where I had woken up and pushed myself to one side of the mattress. I couldn't stop crying, but the tears were heavy and my chest hurt. "I don't want to," says the author. I say to Yhra, "Dinner is ready." I rose to my feet and stood up to follow him, much to my dismay. When I first feel the jerking between light and darkness, it will be late in the afternoon. "Be careful," she said as she guided me down the staircase, as if I were a princess. Now, I'm afraid I'll get injured again next time.

Hello, everyone, I am Nite Lucent, the writer of the book. Thanks for reading my book His Love. I have enjoyed writing it and I hope you loved it too. Everyone who has read the book knows how there was an atrraction and infactuation between Michael and Riley. So, now, I have decided to write the story with Michael Whitaker and Riley Bianchi as main characters and the sequel will revolve around their lives and Jordan and Adrian's ofcourse. I hope you will read it and love it too. The book2 will go live from November. I look forward for your responses, reactions and thoughts about the book. You can also read my other stories. To know more about my works, follow me on Instagram @NiteLucent.