Friday Night Lights Novels & Stories

ANDY’S POV I barely slept a wink last night and I seriously hate the fact I couldn’t because I tried so much to just close my eyes but my own words kept hunting me. Maybe I was too harsh on Angela last night and I realized that like few hours into the night. I run my hand through my hair as I swing my feet off the bed and walk into the living room. I did not have dinner yesterday because of what happened and I was feeling so hungry right now. I step into the kitchen to fix something for myself, and settle for some leftover pizza, literally wolfing it down in seconds

♪♪ Lily - Alan Walker, K-391, Emelie Hollow ✿✿✿ Los Angeles, USA, 2019 NIGHTS are so peaceful but mysterious. People take the opportunity of killing, kidnapping, smuggling and doing so many illegal things at night because it's not tumultuous at all. Also people throw most of the parties and peaceful events at night. Every night holds a mystery because of its darkness and opaqueness. I love nights for its mysterious but so clam ambience. No tumultus, no noise, no yelling, no beating and no fear. It's just so tranquil.

"It's just a bracelet, for crying out loud! Was it worth all this?" Nurses rushed by him in a blur. He grabbed one by the arm, blurting out, "Put her in the VIP room, next to Yocelyn's. I'll cover all her bills!" The nurse yanked her arm away with a look of pure disgust and snorted. "Mr. Floyd, haven't you heard? Ms. Yocelyn Carden had complications after her surgery. She's gone."

A man announced, an evilness shinning in his eyes before darkness descended inside the hall. "What did he mean by that?" I asked clutching Vincent's hand when the room fell into darkness. Sexy music began to play and the aura of the party changed entirely. "This isn't an ordinary party Blue. It's called Friday night of lust." And then the lights came on again, this time warm from chandeliers like ambient lights in preparation for something freaky. "People come to this party, exchange partners with random strangers and have wild sex." He said in a low voice. And sure enough, what he said was happening right in front of our eyes.

I replied calmly, "Got it." Darren paused, clearly caught off guard. Then, he found his words again. "The eighteenth of next month is a day blessed by the Moon Goddess. That's the day for our big ceremony." There was an unusual softness in his voice, something I had not heard from him before. Before I could even respond, a sultry moan crackled through the phone. It was Betty. They were together, even as he talked to me. A dull ache spread through the wolf inside me. With the pain, tears started to spill over.

The information I had was explosive, and within moments, it was lighting up the inboxes of every major media outlet and influencer in Cascade City–including Nash, Rebecca, and Calvin's personal emails. Meanwhile, Rebecca was walking into her house, obliviously smiling with a shiny new necklace around her neck. Nash was waiting for her, his expression dark as a storm cloud. "Dad, you're back early today..." She noticed the dangerous glint in his eyes, and her smile stiffened. Trying to keep the mood light, she sat down next to him and tried to be playful. "Daddy, what's wrong? You look upset. Is something going on with the company..." She did not get to finish her sentence.

LAST NIGHT *** Red lights, loud music, cheers, laughter; they were things Aurelia saw and heard frequently, even in her sleep, she could still hear and see them. She was a party freak, but at the same time, she still managed to live a decent and healthy life. Blaze club was known for its special Friday night, and today happened to be Friday. It was the biggest and hottest club in San Francisco, tagged the club for the rich. And every Friday, Aurelia never failed to visit the club with her friends.

Each person held a small, unlit candle. "We're here," Maya said, her voice carrying in the cold air, "because we believe in the return of the light. The longest night is a promise. It says that the dark will end. That the dawn will come. That the turning will continue." She lit her candle from the lantern on the porch, then passed the flame to the person beside her. It traveled, a small, steady light, from hand to hand, until the porch was dotted with a constellation of flickering flames.

In a moment of rage, I seized the trophy from Cody and charged at Sydney like a madwoman. "AAH!" However, the trophy hit Cody's back instead. He pushed hard, and the trophy's sharp edge sliced across my face. Blood stained the carpet as the trophy fell to the floor. "Jenny, have you lost your mind?" In his blind spot, Sydney shook a remote control at me. It was a remote control for a bomb! There were only three minutes left on the countdown! She took out a handkerchief to wipe away my blood, smiling provocatively and triumphantly at me. "Your mother is in the car outside, the same one that hit her and paralyzed her. I specifically bought it back."

The nurses assured me she's comfortable, that the medication will help her rest, that there's nothing more I can do tonight. And to top it off, it just happens to be Friday night. "Maybe it's a sign," I whisper. It's like the universe is offering me exactly what I need when I need it most. Do they still do the masked nights on Fridays? Has anything changed in the year and a half since I last walked through those doors, since I last surrendered my identity to the shadows and candlelight?