Five Nights With 39 Novels & Stories

She told me, "Ariana, Ariana! That bastard has finally been arrested for all the terrible things he's done! I knew he'd be targeted after all that commotion last time. His company was found to have problems with its products, and someone took the opportunity to frame him. He's in jail now!" A melodramatic TV show played in the background. I smiled and asked, "Seriously?" "Dead serious!" Cecilia excitedly sent me a link. I opened it and saw the news of Terence's arrest. "The Bowen family has fallen. He probably won't have many good days left. His 'buddies' are waiting for him inside!" I hummed in agreement as I scrolled and saw a picture of Terence with a shaved head. Wearing a mask, he looke

-Maddox. What the hell is this? I set the notebook down gently on the counter, picking up the thick stack of paper and rummaging through it. At first I see words like ‘she shall commit to the decisions made by the council blah blah blah blah’ but at one certain piece of paper, I pull it out completely and see that it says: I WILLOW ARCHFIEND WILL HEREBY COMMIT TO THE PROCREATING OF A NEW HEIR EACH NIGHT BY THE KING OF NIRTAVILLE WITH NO QUESTIONS ASKED FOR NOW ON

Dirty water soaked straight through his expensive dress pants. The old Ronin would've lost it over a puddle like this. Now, he didn't even try to get up. He just grabbed for the hem of my skirt. I stood there, staring down at him as he sat drenched in filthy water. It felt way too familiar. Six years ago, on that stormy night, he'd looked down at me the same way while I knelt in the mud. As if tossing scraps to a stray, he'd acted like his fifty grand had bought five years of my dignity—and half my life.

~~~~~~~ A few minutes later, the helicopter lands on a rooftop downtown. Next, Sebastian helps me out. The moment my eyes land on the sight before me, I gasp. The entire rooftop is decorated with candles. Hundreds of them. They look so beautiful and their flames are flickering softly in the evening breeze, casting their warm glows over everything. In the center of the rooftop, there is a table set for two, covered with white embroidered linen and more candles. Soft music is also playing from somewhere. This is beautiful. This is perfect. This is exactly everything I ever wanted five years ago.

she asked. “Tickets,” he said, breathless. “We’re booked. The Fifth Fling bachelorette weekend! Flights, itineraries, matching satin robes—don’t yell, Aunt Genny insisted—and a rooftop party at some fancy resort with a French name that probably translates to ‘We have hidden fees.’” Ava took an envelope. Inside was a boarding pass, a schedule color-coded within an inch of its life, and a note from Mercedes that read, Auntie, bring shoes you plan to sin in. Maya’s handwriting added beneath, Ignore Mercedes. Bring arch support.

"Stream the footage to me in real time! I'm going to Misty Mountain right now to find Zachary! Just wait until I find him—I'll beat him to death!" Just as he was about to get into the car, the crowd behind him suddenly began clamoring. Dad turned his head to look, and his expression turned cold once more. While crying, I followed his gaze toward the large screen. Phoebe was twisting and struggling. The ropes rubbed her wrists and ankles raw and bloody. "Zack! Please let me go! I won't tell Dad!" In front of the trafficker, I tightened the ropes on Phoebe's hands a little more.

You don't have to wear protection tonight, and you can do it as many times as you want… I'll be good, please? Sam's gaze darkened instantly, his restraint completely shattering. He pressed Nicole down onto the bed, losing himself in a frenzy of passion.

Claire Spencer moved in too, staying with them under the title of Adrian’s cousin. After they got together, Zoey treated Adrian with nothing but care—always attentive, always saying yes. Slowly, Adrian started to warm up. He wasn’t cold anymore. He even began responding to her on his own. Zoey thought she was getting close. That the contract would be fulfilled any day now. But what she didn't expect... was that in the next ninety-three chances, not once did Adrian choose her over Claire. On the ninety-third attempt, Claire bought a bottle of acid—and tried to throw it in Zoey's face.

I said. “Holy shit! You went for an apology and still got fucked!” bella said. “What?” I asked. “I can't still wrap my head around you been with all five of them, it's crazy,” she said again. “Oh, stop speaking like my grandma, let her live her life however she wants” Jan said, doubling over in laughter. “How you seriously judging me?” I asked. “Girl, everyone is taking. I don't want to talk too much but I think five is really a lot,” bella said.

"Don't worry. I'll make sure everyone knows how she's been treating you. "We'll show everyone her cruel side, and she'll be the talk of the town." "Haha! Seth, you're such a badass. Nevaeh's face is going to be a sight to behold." "She shouldn't have messed with Janice, but her comeuppance is going to be legendary!" I smirked and walked away. As soon as I left the hospital, Draven called me. "Are you free tomorrow? Let's go pick out your wedding dress." The next week was a whirlwind.