Author Of Book Night Novels & Stories

After the boys had left my room, I went through my bag and pulled out my favorite book, Night Flame, by Catherine Hart. I sat back in my chair by the window, prepared to spend the rest of the afternoon reading when a shiver ran down my spine. I jumped out of my seat and spun around to see a pair of yellow eyes glowing in the corner of the room. As those eyes drew closer to me, I realized that it was Simon, the fae that came to warn me the other day.

I needed to cut her off. "Look, they're doing the walking around the fire thing." She said. I hummed non committal. "I read about it in this book by Drethi Anis. Five thousand nights of obsession. The book was so good." "You read?" I asked. I had never seen any book in her apartment or caught her with a book. "Yes." She blushed, then quietly. "Romance books." "You don't strike me as the romance type." I looked at her intently. "Is it one of those raunchy books with shirtless men carrying scabbards on the cover."

“And in her smile, I saw something more beautiful than the Stars“ L.F It was written beautifully. Who’s this l.f I tried to remember, but I don’t know anyone with that name. I opened the book. “One day by David Nicholls’’ I thought I would read it, but if I start it now, I will not sleep tonight. I’ll just read it tomorrow after school, it’s best or else I’ll never get up from my bed. I put that book on my study table and climbed up on my bed to sleep. I closed my eyes to sleep but I can’t, you know why? Yeah! That man ahh! god now that Greek god is disturbing my sleep schedule too.

It seemed she would spend the rest of the night there until morning came. Although she wanted to check into a nearby hotel if there was one, she decided against it. She didn’t want to leave any trace in places where identification was required. Besides, she remembered what the old woman in Laguna said about men who brazenly entered every room in hotels, motels, and apartments. Lilliane took a deep breath and stared at the ceiling of the terminal after resting her back against the seat. She had managed to sleep a bit on the bus earlier, so she knew she could stay awake for a few more hours.

That night, I knew her body was on the verge of giving in. But that was not how I wanted things to happen. Hell. I don’t even know what I want to happen between us anymore. Katriona was an unexpected twist in this game. I didn’t want to but I found myself suddenly cracking a smile when I read the title of the book she was reading. 101 Ways To Defeat The Northerners. I didn’t know I had such a book hanging inside my house. Had I known, I would have burnt it a long time ago.

A tall figure stood at the foot of my bed, reeking of alcohol. In an instant, I was dragged back into that nightmare. But this time, I wouldn’t be afraid. The moment Winson appeared, the comments surged like a flood. [Ahhh, the male lead’s finally here. That face—I'm obsessed.] [Not just handsome, he’s got insane stamina too. Seven times in one night. She’s living the dream.] Seven times in one night? What did that make me? A sex doll?

Don sent the fourth book to the editor in the first week of December. The book's title was The Ordinary Morning. Don had held several titles across the writing and had arrived at this one in November, in the week before he read Ernest the last section. He had said: The Ordinary Morning. Ernest had said: yes. Both knew immediately.

But she did not realize how quickly it could turn into nighttime. "The sun was up just a moment ago," she whispered. "Seconds ago, actually. Why is it slowly turning nighttime already? This is too--" her whole body jolted as a book popped out right in front of her. It glowed, as if inviting Verena to open the pages under the moon that is slowly coming up to its place. "The cursed book," she whispered. "Why the hell is this here? How could this book follow me in my dream?" "Am I draping or is this..."