Author Of Book Night Novels & Stories

Bedtime. Usually, this was Aurora's domain. It was her sacred hour, the time when the CEO vanished and the "Maman" took over. She would read Goodnight Moon or The Little Prince, her voice a soft, rhythmic lullaby that chased away the dragons. But tonight, Liam stood in the doorway. He was wearing a simple gray t-shirt and sweatpants, his feet bare on the plush carpet. He held a book in his hand. Not a picture book. A chapter book.

It was crazy and I knew things were going to go back to normal sooner or later, customs had changed traditions had changed, theories had changed, but the prospect of living was the only thing left to hold on to. I closed my eyes and got to sleep, It took me a while but I finally slept. It was morning and what woke me up was the sunlight shining through the window, not Nick, I looked at him and he was still lying on the bed, he slept so soundly and I got up from the bed. And got me tea, he came around after some time and I made him some too. It was early but it was the perfect time to find out what was in the book, I picked it up and my heart started beating faster than normal, maybe the anxi

That night, he came home looking like a bedraggled cat. He went straight to bed, kissed me good night, and slept. Last night, I was the one busy. I was pulling an all-nighter for the book because Norma’s review came back. My editor wanted some chapters to be revised. I spent all night at the study, not wanting Caleb to be disturbed. Caleb leaned in, and his lips hovered over my face until he reached my lips to peck it once. Then, he clamped my lower lips between his lips and tugged.

“I am not overthinking.” He raised an eyebrow. “Okay,” I admitted, tugging the blazer off the back of the chair. “Maybe a little.” Today was the day, Meow Me Twice: A Feral Love Story was officially out in the world. Six months of writing, rewriting, editing, mor rewriting, and agonizing over every punctuation brought to fruition. My first published book. My name, C.A. Noite, was printed on glossy covers that didn’t just exist in my dreams anymore. I’d spent half the night staring at the box of author copies on our kitchen table, equal parts giddy and terrified.

Only a small reading light, that illuminated the spot above Nadia’s book as she sat in bed reading, broke the darkness of the bedroom. Nadia was focused on the novel in her left hand and the warm tea in the other. She’d been unable to sleep even after several drinks at the bar. Jake had been holed up in his own penthouse all day reading about demons and how to avoid them and the infamous story of the devil at the crossroad. Nadia wasn’t offended by his absence but the distraction would be nice, she thought.

, Rachel grunts. I want to say "Why", but I don't want to risk sounding like a creep so I whatever her and go back to going through the rest of the shelf even though I'd done that a thousand times before. I drag my hands across the spines of the books; Kara Taylor's Prep School Confidential, Carol Wyer's The Secret Admirer, and Megan Goldin's The Night Swim. You would be subtle to call Rachel a crime-thriller addict - she's more of a crime freak. The Night Swim. There is a piece of paper sticking out of it. I pull it out of the book. Something is scribbled across it in Rachel's handwriting.

I closed my eyes and took a nap for a while because I had to wake up last night first. Who can sleep so well when you are immersed in its wide chest and you can feel its hard pandesal in the body. Until I didn't realize that I was already sound asleep. STEVENSON Earlier I was awake and went to sleep because I wanted to freely observe Andrea's appearance on my chest. I'm still dizzy from what happened and I also don't know how I got to this room. But I only noticed one thing about him even though he was just awake, he was still beautiful. I continue to be attracted to it even more, even when I first saw it for the first time, others were beautiful. The beauty queens I see on television s

“Well, I don’t know about that. Sir, can I stop this now and share a sight from the darkness?” Ralta turned back to him, smiling. “Do tell, sir.” He said the sir as a slight mock, but he’d known the scribe for over a decade. The old one didn’t delight in bad tales. “When the creatures retreated, I know I saw a few of them carrying bodies with them.” “Why on earth would they do that?” Gaius sat back and rubbed his eyes. “It is in the height of night, not morning, but these creatures are smart and think a bit ahead. Maybe they were hungry.”

"Duly noted, and no snoring, I like having a peaceful night sleep." Nikolai scoffed and turned off the bedside lamp on his side, but I leaned over to switch on mine. I wasn’t ready to sleep yet. My nerves were still buzzing, and I needed something to distract me. To distract me from all this, from Nikolai and his family and my own thoughts. I reached for one of the books I’d brought with me from home. "The Housemaid" by Freida McFadden. The author that Leo and I had talked about during dinner.

“I think you’d be prettier if you didn’t hide your face behind a book.” I placed the book on my thigh and stared at Azrael who had a gentle smile on his face before he moved closer. “What about your partner?” Azrael asked as I shook my head. “What’s the name of the book you’re reading?” Azrael asked as I stared at the book. “Dreams and Nightmares by Sidney Raul.” I replied. “What’s it about?” Azrael asked.