Romans & histoires Endless Night Novel

The perfect grey shade to my dark persona. "We'll stay by each other's side, always and forever" she whispers. We rest our foreheads together, "Always and forever" I promise, keeping her close to me. __________________ THE END! This book has finally ended after a long hiatus. Thank you everyone who waited patiently for the epilogue. Thank you for giving my book a chance, I appreciate each and every reader. Till we meet with a new book, bub bye! ♥️❤️ Moniba

“A thing that walked beside you, behind you. A friend, if you will. Finally. Pushing you toward me. As if this building, this Eidolon, this infamous, beloved Eidolon, knew you had an unfinished story to tell.” “And that’s the thing about those who inch their way to me, Eidolon or no: their stories are never finished.” Ignoring the reaching hand flailing above her head, he paused at the gleaming pile of cast-off skin. “Your story, too, joining theirs, having an end without an end waiting to be told.” Again, and then again, the pages swallowed, those delicate, strong stitches now swallowing her neck and scraping her ears.

In their place was something new, something raw and honest. She was owned by Midnight. And as she looked up at the stars while he drove her back toward the edge, she knew that the dark desire series had only just begun. There was no going back to the light.

DANTE I got up early, as always when I have an important assignment, at five in the morning. I never slept that much anyway, I was getting used to only sleeping four or five hours, as far as my nightmares would allow. I opened the window, felt the cold penetrating my lungs and so I cleared all the whiskey I drank the night before. Since the death of my parents my dreams turned into nightmares, making me constantly fight with my inner and outer demons that had murdered my parents.

Every candle inside the Hall of Readers reignited by themselves. Thousands. Millions. An endless ocean of golden flames illuminated the darkness. Each flame contained a memory. Each memory belonged to someone whose story had once been erased. Children. Kings. Monsters. Dreamers. Entire civilizations flickered inside the tiny lights. Adrian realized something terrifying. None of those stories had truly disappeared. They had only been waiting. The White Book trembled again. A new sentence slowly appeared. "Every forgotten story remembers its author." The Pen of Endings suddenly flew into Adrian's hand.

The coworker answered vaguely, "Someone who was trapped by love... "Just throw it away. It's bad luck." The young nurse nodded, still slightly confused. Then she casually tossed the letter into the trash. A breeze drifted in from somewhere unknown and lifted the paper. On it was only a single sentence. [Liam, Ava, if there's another life, can it be my turn to love you?]

And maybe one day, when another lost soul stood at the edge of despair, they would feel it too — the pulse of hope that had begun with a broken girl and a stubborn Alpha who refused to let the world fall apart. I took a deep breath, the wind cool against my skin. “Goodnight, Edward,” I whispered. And somewhere in the distance, carried on the river’s song, came the faintest reply. Goodnight, my Luna. The lilies swayed. The moon dipped. The bridge glowed softly beneath the world. And the song of balance went on. Forever. End of Story.

Behind them, the city of Nova Luna glowed in the darkness, a beacon of defiance and hope in the center of the wasteland. The Covenant was sealed. Long live the Queen. [END OF BOOK ONE]

The future stretched endlessly before them—not perfect, not easy, but beautiful. Together. Always together. And so, the story that had begun with a lonely girl and a dangerous stranger arrived at its final page. Not with the hollow sting of tragedy, and not with the bitterness of loss, but with the greatest, most profound victory of all: A life well lived. A love that endured. A family that grew. A forever earned. As the night embraced the world, the Dream continued. Forever. THE END ❤️ Midnight Between Us By Josephine

Nida didn't like to sleep with anyone, even though they fit on the mattress on top of the mat on the floor. The only light in the room came from the moon, which shone through the open window. She sighed again when the familiar sadness gripped her chest. She felt hollow, as if she wanted to embrace someone or something, but she didn't know who or what. She closed her eyes and tried to force herself to sleep. Maybe it was because of the fatigue from doing laundry earlier that she was able to fall asleep quickly. Lyzza didn't know what she was doing in that house. It was unfamiliar to her. However, there was a part of her that knew the place; it seemed familiar to her. Particularly, the big pic