Novel & Cerita Fly By Night Book

Nolan continued, “I guess Yena is more forgiving than I am. She wanted me to bring you some reading material. Guess she must have been concerned you would be bored in here.” He opened his jacket and pulled a small book out of the interior pocket. The gap at the bottom of the silver bars was just wide enough for the book to fit underneath. Nolan crouched and shoved it under, sending the book sliding straight across the slick, well-worn, centuries-old stone floor. Adan stopped the book under his foot. He stared down at it. But he did not bend to pick it up. It was the book he had written many years ago, back when he lived in the human world. The book he had given to Yena when they first met, w

(Elisa’s POV) I loved how my life turned out. One minute, I was lying beside the road with a bullet wound from people I thought were my friends, and here I was living a life of crime and loving it. I looked at my watch, realizing how late I was to get to the restaurant, and said, “I have to go. I need to run the books for my bar and restaurant.” I turned to Lorenzo and asked, “Are you coming?” I asked since he had insisted on tagging along.

Kelvin moaned dramatically, letting himself be swayed downwards and upwards by Karen's right wing as she flapped high in the sky. "What the hell, Miss Milburn?" Kelvin and Patrilia screamed in unison. She had leaped so high in the sky that she made them feel dizzy. Kelvin had already started vomiting. Karen continued flying at such a high speed, not minding the mountain peaks she missed colliding with by just an inch. In each mountain peak she passed through, she rubbed slightly against them, causing fire to erupt and consume the whole mountain.

It does not surprise her when her reflection disappears, neither is she when it appears again seconds later. It is well into the night when she arrives at one of the darkest corners of the city, preventing anyone from recognizing her, though it might be unnecessary since the ordinary population of the city has rarely ever seen her. She flies low above the roofs. Over a deserted alley, she notices some square thing on the ground. She softly lands on the ground near the object. It is an old book; the papers have turned yellow. She picks it up carefully and flies away. There should not humans at this hour on the streets because it is dangerous for them. She tries her best to avoid her fellow pe

A tall figure stood at the foot of my bed, reeking of alcohol. In an instant, I was dragged back into that nightmare. But this time, I wouldn’t be afraid. The moment Winson appeared, the comments surged like a flood. [Ahhh, the male lead’s finally here. That face—I'm obsessed.] [Not just handsome, he’s got insane stamina too. Seven times in one night. She’s living the dream.] Seven times in one night? What did that make me? A sex doll?