Novel & Cerita Author Of Book Night

When I woke up early this morning, I turned on the bed to find he wasn't there again. As expected, he might be beating himself up on why someone who is ‘straight’ spent the most wonderful night in a gay man's bed. I had sex with him, I also had no regrets. I walked out of the room, burying myself behind me as I saw a car pull into the mansion from the window. “They're here.” Dad replied and I grunted, shifting uncomfortably. A few minutes later, the door opened and she stepped in, walking towards me with a big smile on her face.

The master suite is silent, bathed in the blue glow of a tablet screen. Matt is laid across his California King, chest bare, the muscles of his torso rippling as he breathes. He’s got a glass of neat bourbon on the nightstand, untouched, because his hands are busy scrolling through the digital life of Jessica Vance. ‎He finally found her. @JessVance_Official. ‎

Madison’s POV Bip bip Bip bip bip Bippppp Why are my mornings always like this? Why can’t I ever sleep peacefully?, It feel like my brain contents were being ran through a meat grinder. Graphic? I know. I can feel the bright presence of the sun rays on my face, I must have forgotten to pull down the blinds yesterday, did I mention that my head was killing me? My demonic phone must think it’s at an audition with this enthusiastic performance it’s giving…Oh God, why won’t it shut up!!!

I braved the darkness blindly when I let him into my life, but I’m glad that I did because now, I am reaping the beauty of it. THE END. BRAVING THE DARKNESS: One Night With The Demon King - Cassandra M / MAR-MAY 2023 ---------------- AUTHOR'S NOTE: Dear lovelies, We have come to the end of another story, and I couldn’t be more grateful for the overwhelming support you gave this book. I was nervous to start Beneath Her Darkness as I had never ventured into this path before. But you proved me wrong and up to this day — this book is my biggest seller, and the support still overwhelms me.

“If there were a book three, the title would be Dusk?” “Midnight is a transition, darkness, silence, the feeling of loneliness and loss. Dawn is hope, and if Dawn is as successful as Midnight, then the third book will be Nightfall, but it’s not exactly the time of day. It’s a locale mentioned in the book.” “Okay. No more spoilers, T.S. Prince.” “You’re not mad?” “About you being the author, and making me look like a fool?” He chuckled. “I wanna bite you right now, but it can wait until I come back from the trip.”

(The Mackenzie and Grey families live happy lives, full of love and laughter. I'll be releasing a new book the first week of March. Once again, thank you. *I would really appreciate it if you gave the book a review and five stars on the front page. Hope to see you! New book alert: "One night stand with a Ruthless Mafia, he has a son." You will find this book in my profile.

Finally, I satisfied my rumbling stomach, and fell asleep. It was later in the evening that I awoke, stretching and yawning. It was a nice sleep. Pulling off the sleeping cap, I rose and yawned, stretching, before launching into a warm-up exercise. Then my eyes caught the bookshelf. There were books. Did that mean only books by the author were written? I went to the shelf, and pulled out a book, and checked it. It was about the history of the Palace, Magenir, and I was right about the author—MoonCub.

The night was young, and the drama was just beginning. [Author here!: I hope you’re enjoying this. Don’t forget to put all your germs on my book and leave your suggestions to make the book more interesting :) it would help a lot! ]

RHEA'S POV A soft rap on the door made me stir in my sleep. The knocking got louder and I covered my head with my pillow. "Go away," I mumbled. Last night, I pulled an all-nighter to write four long chapters of my book because I was running out of time. I wanted to finish it early so I could have more time for editing. The editing was the annoying part for me because I always found it hard to spot my errors. If only I had someone who had a lot of knowledge about creative writing nearby.

I managed to throw my legs over the edge of the bed and I peeked at the clock with one eye. 9 o'clock. My eyes went to the two plates again. Lunch and dinner. It was already dawn when Adrian and I went back after our interaction with Samael. I had slept the entire day. Well. Minus the pauses where Adrian demanded full attention from my body and mind. A book on the other nightstand made me crawl to the other side of the bed. Pride and prejudice. "Oh my god." I whispered softly to myself. My fingers touched the worn book. This was the book I read on top of Asta with Adrian behind me. He kept it. A small note peeked from the page. I opened the book on that page and read the neatly written words