Fnia Ultimate Custom Night Novels & Stories

Celeste: “Tempting, but the quarry already has dibs on tonight for Atlantean 101. No room for a shoe funeral.” Seras leans between the seats. Seras: “New rule: the new pair has to be even louder than the old ones.” Kayo holds up her phone. Kayo: “I found a customizer online who’ll dye them any color and embroider whatever you want. My vote: black with tiny glowing tridents that only show up underwater.” I grin. Celeste: “Sold.” We spend an hour picking the exact shade (deep storm-cloud purple with a faint shimmer that shifts to ocean teal when the light hits it).

I mutter, dropping my eyes to the rug. “Fine, I will wait for your good news,” Elowen says, her voice turning sweet again. She knows she won the fight, so she stops pushing her claws into my back. She exits the room, leaving me alone in the dark. NARRATOR NAME POV: LYRA NIGHTBANE “The custom jersey design is completely finished,” I say into my phone, clicking the screen shut on my lap. I just finalized the last sketch of the team crest with my high-rank hockey client. Since my new shop in Ironvale City isn't fully built yet, the heavy winter fabric has to be hand-stitched by the weavers back in the Duskwild Expanse.

The voices intensified as a beam of light lit up Jeremy on a higher stage. The rhythm he played started soft and slow but little by little the drums intensified. When the symbols crashed, a platform rose onto the stage with Kyung Jiho on it. Hae Mina grinned when she saw the white slivers light up under the black lights. On the back of Kyung Jiho's shirt was his name and on the arm was the Nightide emblem. The drum's symbols crashed and the next instrument joined. One by one, Nightide appeared on the stage with their parts. Hae Mina knew this was not her song to come in on because she had never been given a part.

3rd point of view The sleek Maserati glided through the bustling city streets, its engine purring softly as Nora gazed out the window, her brow furrowed with concern. Beside her, Blue flashed a reassuring smile, though her own expression dimmed as she stared out at the passing scenery. "Daddy seems to be in a terrible mood this week," Nora said, her voice tinged with worry. "It's best if you can avoid him." Blue nodded, her heart heavy with a secret she dared not share.

She tore through my every rule, rocked my world, and knocked me on my ass. There’s only one problem…she lied.+ Turns out my best friend’s little sister isn’t so little anymore. Everly I stole a night with my fantasy. Lied to him. After ten years of not seeing each other, Niko doesn’t even recognize me. So I take what I want from him, what I need from him. Without worry. Without consequence. What I didn’t count on was the lingering need for him. Once the truth is out, the game changes. There are consequences.

Or the floor, or the ground, or up against a wall. I gave a tiny shudder and gave myself a concussion-inducing mental slap. I had to stop thinking about him in such an erotic way. He wasn’t my type and I was certainly not his. I’d seen him in the gossip pages, and at awards events, with blonde bombshells who looked so perfectly put together, they could have been supermodels. Some of them are supermodels. Interestingly, Niamh is a blonde bombshell with her white-blonde hair and stunning figure. I haven’t cracked any mirrors lately but I can safely say I do not look anything like a supermodel. Not even close. I fall into the category of a mousy girl next door. Or maybe a girl down the road, so

Fred loves her Ma so much that if her mother does not like girl he is currently dating---Fred would listen to he and break it off. His friends left and the staff had just finished removing the last table on the terrace. It was him and the night sky now. Aside from the few patrolling men---the villa was deserted and lonely and silent. Zayn took a bottle of beers from the kitchen and decided to enjoy the night with a couple of beers. He was gazing at the orion constellation and took the bottle of beer into his lips when a voice came from behind him. “My mom said earlier that alcohol is not allowed.”

“What do we do next?” Liam turned serious, his playful demeanor vanishing. “Cross isn’t just making a move. He’s setting a stage. He wants you desperate, backed into a corner.” Damien nodded. “Which means we don’t let him.” Liam’s gaze darkened. “There’s an auction tomorrow night. High stakes. Cross will be there, and if we play it right, we can use it to our advantage.” I frowned. “An auction?” Damien sighed. “Not the kind you’re thinking of, Ava. It’s an underground event—power, influence, money. People make deals that shape the underworld.”