Defy The Night Series 소설 & 이야기

I had stayed up all night, unable to get some shut-eye as the morning light crept its way through my windows, and I squinted my eyes. I had sent Dione a text message after Maya and I fought, telling him not to be late for dinner with my dad the next day. He asked me for tips on how to impress my dad and said that he was nervous, but I stopped replying and tossed my phone away, staring up at the golden ceiling. Now morning came without me getting any sleep. I moved out of my comfortable queen-sized bed slowly and dragged my legs to the bathroom. Once there, I took the longest bath of my entire life as I stared at my reflection countless times, unable to tell if what went down between Maya and

“Come home and claim what you were born for—or burn in the trying.” The city didn’t sleep that night... It waited.

Damien's POV The call came in just after sunrise, cutting through the fragile peace of early morning like a blade. My phone buzzed relentlessly on the nightstand, the vibration rattling against the wood in a way that immediately set my nerves on edge. I groaned, my body heavy with the kind of exhaustion that comes from too many late nights spent poring over contracts and board proposals. Reaching for it blindly, squinting against the pale light filtering through the curtains, I saw the caller ID: "Head Butler – Knight Estate".

“That’s all youthink about when you see me—getting into my pants like a god-damned pervert.” “You really have no shame, do you?” I hissed, but his deep chuckle resonated through the phone, sending chills down my spine. “You know, bad girls deserve to be punished, Blue,” he said, his tone dripping with dark promises. In that moment, I felt the thrill of danger and vulnerability intertwine, the night unraveling around me like a wild tapestry, and I couldn’t help but wonder how far I’d let it go. "Maybe I want to be punished."

"Oh. . .I don't know, Mario. Give me some time to think." Mario scoffed. "We don't have time anymore, Josh. We're running low. Diaz's long arm is hunting down Andrea as we speak, and you want time? We've used up all the time we can ever afford, and you and I both know that if we're going to save this girl, this could be our last night in the King's Club for awhile."

That Night Copyright © K.I. Lynn This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. This work is copyrighted. All rights are reserved. Apart from any use as permitted under the Copyright Act 1968, no part may be reproduced, copied, scanned, stored in a retrieval system, recorded or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without prior written permission of the author.

NIGHT STALKER SERIES: Book 1: PYKE Camila The NIGHT STALKER CLUB is grandiloquent in red neon bold letters—it’s blindingly bright as to obscure my vision. The club is best known for elites and celebrities, but my cousin has the luck to work as one of the bartenders. I’m glad to hear the news of re-opening after the last month’s incident. It means my cousin is back in his work. Bianca presents our ID to one of the bouncers who looks huge and intimidating. He gives me a second look after glancing back to our ID on his hand. I may look younger than my age but I’m already twenty one and I just got my college degree.

he joked. “It means night or darkness,” she said. “Opposite of light or day. You’re day, I’m night. It’s like fate is telling us through our names that we can never be together. Night and day are always apart. When one comes, the other one leaves. Y-You’re peace, I am chaos. You’re perfect, I’m broken.” Tears started to well in her eyes at that moment and he wanted to touch her by her shoulder and pull her closer to him to console him, and maybe kiss her tears dry, but he was apprehensive that it would just drive her more away from him.

V4 (Galahad) POV Version's log 27 October 627 AGW Today marks my second whole month of being dead, we are still guarding the palace's wall throughout the night. It's been 3 days since we started and there's still no sign of the blindfolded Version Slayer. But no sign gives us the time we need to higher the palace defenses. Each of the teams has taken up 6 hours of guarding at night and 6 hours increasing the defenses during the day. Most of us work on the defenses during our guarding duties since it's often boring but we always have a pair of eyes from each tower watching, waiting, and plotting for the impending doom of the blindfolded Version Slayer.

“You think you’re the only one who gets to call the shots?” Kai Lennox’s voice was a low, dangerous rasp as he locked the service door behind Damien at 11:47 p.m. on the dot. The rooftop bar was dark except for the low amber glow behind the bottles and the rain-streaked city lights bleeding through the glass walls. Kai’s ice-blue eyes burned with something new tonight—challenge, hunger, a spark of rebellion that had been building since the first bruise. “Five nights of you wrecking me, choking me, leaving marks like you own this ass. Tonight I want my turn.”