Fly By Night Novel Novels & Stories

I know I will pay the price for this sleepless night in the morning, but I don't care if I can't be one hundred percent and fully awake from the very beginning. I'm definitely paying for staying up late and drinking so much last night. It's six in the morning and I've only had two hours of sleep, but that's not what affects me the most; it's the alcohol, the damn hangover. It feels like someone is drilling into my head. Enzo's voice irritates me. That's why I sent him in the other vehicle. We returned to the airport in five all-terrain vehicles. My men are with me, as well as Muhammad's men, who will escort us to the plane. Before leaving, I thanked him for everything and for not saying anyt

Damion wasn't but a few years older than me but he was the head of one of the biggest mafia families this side of New York. I guess I should have expected the coldness from him though. He had been pushed into taking over the family before he had even had time to enjoy life. Not that he would have done anything to wild but he was only nineteen when he took over. The night I lost my parents he lost his father as well. In fact we had lost alot that night. Flashback... "Kaydence sweetheart I need you to get up." I looked up at my mother who was standing over me. I tried to roll over and pull the blankets over my head but there was a loud explosion outside. I jumped up quicker than I ever had alm

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?

From Dinda to Mona Mona crumpled the paper and threw it, crying hysterically. Then she threw the books that were lying on the bed unopened. After pouring out her frustration and disappointment, the girl fell asleep.

His fingertips lingered on her skin, a fond memory of his endearment. Lily reached for him, but it seemed the harder she tried to touch him, the further away he got. The ground moved beneath her, and the flames in the forest grew. “No!” She yelled. “Please! Caspius!” Tears welled in her eyes. Darkness fell. As it consumed everything, his fading figure transformed into a beast. Then, there was nothingness. Bright lights blinded her. She tried to rub the sleep from her eyes, but found that she couldn’t lift her limbs. They were bound to a bedpost. Or perhaps that was just her imagination.

My reflection looked like a stranger's eyes faded, lips pressed tight. And then, almost without noticing, I whispered to the glass, to the city, to myself: “Just one night of freedom. That’s all I need.” As the city lights shimmered, a dangerous thought took root in Ava’s heartone that would fire everything that followed. *One night to run, one night to burn.*

It filled her chest with a burning sensation, but it was a pain she welcomed. Hopefully, heavens would hear her prayers. Ayla walked to the window frame, from where the full moon shone brightly. “Please keep Master safe.” Then the pain changed. As if an unknown force was telling her this was something she wasn’t supposed to feel, Ayla felt her back being skinned, right where the soulmark used to be. She fell on her knees with a thud. *** Author's Note: Thank you for reading "Night-Blooming". If you like the story, please leave a review or your opinion about the character's so far. Once more, thanks for the support!

"The legends say the older night walkers can move through the sky. Can you fly, Lucian?" Lucian’s eyes gleamed with a dark, enigmatic light. "It is not flight in the way a bird commands the wind, Yolande. It is the manipulation of the gravitational field. The pure-blood night walkers can alter the density of their own spiritual mass relative to the earth's pull. By dissolving our physical parameters slightly into the shadows, we can suspend ourselves within the thermal currents of the air, gliding across the bluffs without leaving a single footprint in the snow. It is a form of weightlessness, a calculated surrender to the dark."

THIRD-PERSON P.O.V That night Freeda found out she was free and decided to leave the next morning. She also wanted to give farewell to the siblings first, even though the siblings had done something wrong to her, she also wanted to thank them because they did not abandon her. Flynn, on the other hand, told Freeda that he would sleep in his room tonight. "Sleep well, my love," Flynn said and walked away and Freeda just sighed as she seated on her bed. It wasn't a problem for Freeda that Flynn wanted to be alone, but she didn't notice the sadness that Flynn felt because of the sheer joy she felt. Freeda just lay down on her bed with a smile on her lips. She took the diary from the table and to