Endless Night Novel Novels & Stories

In that sorrowful moment, he knew that his loss would be eternal. Forever. ****** The book ends here officially. The second book is up. You can check it on my profile. LUST: FAINTEST SHADE OF LOVE. It was a mind-blowing journey for me and all of us. Hope to see you guys on first page of second book. I love you all.

POV: Julian Vane-Moretti The night was supposed to be a period at the end of a very long sentence. But as I stood in the quiet of my private study in the Nexus, the city humming like a distant hive outside my window, I realized that for an Auditor, there is no such thing as a finished book. There is only a ledger that hasn't been turned to the next page yet.

Rowan sighed in their sleep, making a noise like a punctuation mark. And for the first time, instead of bracing for impact, I let myself sink. Into the reality that the story we’d bled for didn’t end with a goddess’s defeat or a curse shattered under the moon. It ended here, in this small room, with the first night’s first cry. And it began again, every time I opened my eyes to answer it.

“The fire investigator said that I left my book on the stove and it caught fire. It happens.” “Did you leave a book?” he asked. “I’d never seen the book before,” she explained. “It was called, ‘You’re Next.’ They also found the remains of the rest of the series in the kitchen. Their titles were ‘Dead Man Walking’ and ‘Dead and Deader.’ They weren’t my books.” “He put them there?” he asked. “That’s a heck of a warning.” “Yeah,” she agreed. “So I ran. I know that he’s out there. I think I’m safe for now. I’ve crossed state lines, and I don’t think he has a good way to track me, but...”

Gavin and I had been married for almost a year, but he always treated me rudely. I looked at the door, still closed as before. Maybe tonight Gavin would come home late as usual. The water on my face turned sad at the thought of the fact that tonight would pass in vain. Okay, I'm okay. Everything will be fine. Even tonight will probably be the same as the previous night; you don't have to be sad. I tried to strengthen myself. Fifteen minutes passed; I turned off the light and decided to sleep on the bed after the room lights were turned off. The 7X9 room was completely dark, apart from a little light source from the window vent.

That poor man was so wrecked from her last night, it appeared he’d sleep through a tornado right now. After the bite, the billionaire’s tongue licked the spot again. Then he inserted two fingers inside her, slick begging entrance. It had wanted to be filled with something, first his fingers would do, but her pussy wouldn’t be completely sated unless it was eventually filled by his large, thick cock. His tongue and lips suckled her bud while his fingers filled her in and out again and again. That one hand he used to pin her hips to the bed, he’d opened his fingers to spread her fully open to him, full access for his tongue and fingers to do whatever he pleased.

Dark of Night Copyright 2019 Emily Goodwin Chapter One “What do you see when you look at this one?” The doctor holds up a card, showcasing an ink splotch that’s twisted and creepy, with eyes that follow you no matter where you go. I look at it, heart hammering away inside my chest. The mess of ink on the white paper reminds me of the monster that lurks in Nana and Papa’s basement, the one that tried to get Abby and Scott to go downstairs with it.

Chapter Ten I lift my glass up and move it half an inch, pressing it down on the table so it leaves a water ring on the surface. I repeat the process, making a pattern with the condensation. “I never knew a glass of water could be so entertaining.” Eliza slides a cocktail in front of me and leans back, crossing her arms. Lucas is in the office at the bar tonight, and I’ve been sitting at a table in the back for the last half-hour reading. I just finished my book and am still reeling from the cliffhanger ending. The next book doesn’t come out for three months, dammit.

"Ugh, shameless gold diggers like her should just get lost!" "Yeah, as far away as possible!" I leaned against the corner of the wall, listening to them hold a public trial against me. Night fell once again. I stood up dazedly from the corner and suddenly realized that my soul had become much fainter. Could it be that even my time as a ghost was running out? "Hmm." In his sleep, William furrowed his brows. I floated over, wanting to smooth them out for him. But then, he suddenly spoke. "Whitney, I hate you!"

“To the north, to be among the army of Pictdom that gathers beyond night. To the north even farther lies the end of the world.” “Yeah?” “Many more miles away is the northern sea that lies between here and the land of Thule, the great realm of ice and snow, home of my lover-man in ages past, Thule, the land that goes on, forever.” He heard the crash of branches and the howls of beastmen. Porcius stared into her eyes for a long time. *** August trudged through the tunnel, his mind on fire with all he’d seen down below. He couldn’t let himself get caught up in the terror that such things implied, though. August simply wanted to taste the open air again.