Bad Night End Novels & Stories

I ran to my window but there was no one there. Me: Very funny, Rodriguez. Unknown : Haha. Look at you craving all that romantic bullshit. Goodnight captain. I locked my phone and went to bed without bothering to send a reply. What did I get myself into?

Tho I suspect the good use will be to burn. I changed into my PJs and jumped on my bed. I decided to pray before sleeping not that I do it often. 'Wfglhf'. I said and dozed off. ¶•¶•¶•¶ I yawned and stared straight at the ceiling. Julia's words playing in my head. 'Go and bid your family and loved ones goodbye, because after tomorrow, you might not be seeing them again'. Did she really mean that? Are you seriously asking that?

The next morning, she heard from Lucas’s assistant that Vanessa had suffered a miscarriage. … Vanessa sat weakly atop the horse, her voice hoarse as she pleaded for mercy. From the raised platform, Lucas idly toyed with a lighter, his expression unreadable. Only after a long pause did he finally light his cigarette as he decided to let her go. Desperate, Vanessa reached for him, unwilling to accept her fate. But all she received in return was a cold, mocking sneer.

How ironic that I would spend the last night of my life watching their happiness unfold. "Just a few more hours, Kathleen," I told myself. "Hold on." I knew everything would change when the truth came to light the next day. However, I would not be there to see it. This was my revenge—betting my life to make them live in regret forever. I closed my eyes and whispered, "Good night, my loved ones. May you remember for the rest of your lives that there was once a foolish woman who loved you like her life depended on it."

"Don't cry. Where are you? I'll come find you." Hearing, I didn't feel like arguing with him anymore. The door closed behind him. Zach, who had just promised to always stay by my side, didn't even bother to say goodbye as he left. My stomach turned. I stumbled into the bathroom and threw up all the tea I had just drunk. There was bile and blood, and darkness began to consume me. Just before I passed out on the cold bathroom floor, I caught a glimpse of Jessica's latest post on her social feed.

“I miss you, too. Now go finish and get to bed yourself. Baby bean and I are going to eat some mac and cheese, then go finish off a pint of ice cream.” “Not exactly healthy eating.” “No, it’s tired eating,” I said with a chuckle. “Goodnight, Richard.” “Goodnight, Natasha,” he replied softly. The click indicated the call ended, then his name disappeared from the screen. I let out a sigh, my fingers running across the glass. Two more days. That was all I had to wait until I saw him again. I was a good girl and did as he requested on Thursday, and I was halfway through Friday when a deep voice pulled me from my bubble of concentration.

She laughs before climbing off the bed and scooping me up in one hand. Then the next thing she does is to rip off my head and then throw me into the garbage bin. The last thing I remember before it all goes dark is a horrible laughter coming from somewhere in the room, which is Marybelle’s real voice. So, lying there in the garbage with my body next to my head, I keep hearing that laughter till there is nothing and I assume I am dead.

"We found Mr. Hale's personal belongings at Echo Chamber, but he's missing. There was a violent altercation there last night. The police have sealed off the area. There's blood everywhere. They say... someone died." "What?" Julia trembled violently. "Say that again?" "The police said the person who died was likely Mr. Hale."

"What the hell is going on? I don't know either." "Mahira, you must remember something, right? Can you explain everything to me? I really don't remember anything. I didn't go straight home last night because I was invited by my office friends to a bar to celebrate one of our friend's birthdays. I remember that I had a drink there, but after that, I don't remember anything anymore other than I felt calm that night," Adam explained. Adam's face was no less panicked. I could catch the honesty in Adam's eyes. I was sure Adam hadn't done this on purpose. But is it really true that he doesn't remember anything about what we did together last night?

“Alright, you two. It’s past bedtime.” “We were just talking,” Emma said. Martha chuckled faintly and walked over to tuck the blankets around them. “Talk in your dreams now,” she whispered, brushing a hand through Daniel’s hair. “Sleep, my darlings. Tomorrow is school.” She turned off the bedside lamp, leaving the room dim except for the moonlight creeping through the curtains. “Goodnight,” she said before closing the door gently behind her. The room fell silent again, but the unease lingered.