Book One Night Novels & Stories

It wasn’t male either. It was both. And neither. And it knew him. He slammed the book shut. The flames on the torches flickered. > “Someone’s protecting her. Someone older than any of us.” Alex turned to leave—but before he did, he noticed one book... tucked deep into the wall, half-hidden behind a cracked obsidian skull. Its title glowed faintly: “The First-born Flame: Records of the One Who Watched the Moon.” He reached for it. But the moment his fingertips touched the leather, the runes around the library pulsed—and the book… vanished.

Though she knew something was wrong, her body surrendered and before she knew it, she was led into a night of bliss. The next morning, Amelia woke up with a terrible headache, her body ached with a strange sense of unease. The memory of last night was still foggy, but something gnawed at the back of her mind. She blinked her eyes open, taking in her surroundings. The tent was silent, the air still. But on the small table beside her bed, something caught her eye. A folded note. “Huh?” Amelia sat up slowly, her heart racing. She reached for the note with trembling hands, unfolding the crisp paper. The handwriting was elegant.

Alley POV: I can not get back to sleep. I looked at the alarm clock on my nightstand, 2:00AM ugh honestly? Stephen was snoring next to me and the last thing I wanted to do is wake him up. Quietly I slid out of bed and out the door. Closing it gently so that you couldn't even hear it latch, I made my way to the study. Since I can't sleep I guess I'll start trying to piece everything together. When I entered the study I looked around at the books that had been pulled from the library that were left out. The books had covered the desk, the leather couch and half of the floor. I huffed and sat down behind the desk in the big leather chair. I grabbed the first book my eyes met and read the title.

It was him. The guy from Level Up club. My mysterious one-night stand.

I screamed, and he gave it to me, fucking me until my body was nothing but sensation and sound. We didn’t stop. Not after once, not after twice. The night blurred into heat and sweat and endless moans, condoms piling on the bedside like trophies, and the bed creaking like crazy. When sleep finally claimed me, I thought: this is the best night of my life. I didn’t care that he was a stranger. Maybe it was better this way..no names, no shame, just pure release. …But the morning was cruel.

"In that case, I think the pizza can wait." End of Book One: Incendiary

Bring it on, Italy. END OF BOOK ONE

“Lucid, girl. Now, we dance.” END BOOK 1

He tasted like expensive scotch and the cold night air, and his hands moved into my hair, pulling me closer until there was no space left between us. In the dark, with only the lights of the city shining against the ceiling, we weren't a billionaire and a waitress. We were just two people who were tired of being alone. Every touch was an escape. Every breath was a rebellion. I woke up to a silence so heavy that it felt like something was sitting on my chest. The bed was huge, larger than my entire kitchen and the sheets were so fine. I reached out a hand, expecting to feel the warmth of a body beside me, expecting to feel the rise and fall of Gabriel’s chest.