Goodbye Night City Novels & Stories

No private moments. It hurt more than I expected. But it worked. People relaxed. Whispers shifted. The illusion held. By evening, I was exhausted. I packed up quietly. Left without saying goodbye. Outside, my phone buzzed. Reign. Are you safe? I smiled faintly. Yes. A pause. Then: I hate this. I typed back slowly. Me too. Another pause. This doesn’t change anything. I leaned against the wall. Closed my eyes. I know. That night, I stood at my window and watched the city glow.

Tracy wrote back, "Yes, there's a strong link between you and Olivia. Using her is the easiest and most effective way to get to you. I've been cursed, so I can't speak or write about certain things directly. But if you dig around, I'm sure you can connect the dots. For the next episode, they're planning to take the crew to Goodwill City, so stay alert!" Lindsay was familiar with Goodwill City; she had been there several times with Moses. It was a city that retained the look of an ancient fortress, with no modern buildings allowed. Cars were prohibited, and transportation relied on horse-drawn carriages and ox carts. Antiques and divination were highly popular there. If they chose that place,

"Yeah, Goodnight?" "Good night, Aiden." ***

Loneliness clung to him, following him through every morning and every night. Perhaps this was fate's harshest and most fitting punishment. He went to the bar and poured himself a glass of whiskey, but he didn't drink it. He went back to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked out at the vast cityscape below. A sea of lights stretched to the horizon, yet not a single one was meant for him. He slowly raised his glass, facing his own blurred reflection in the glass, and the distant, solitary moon beyond it. In a voice so soft it was nearly inaudible, he said, "Congratulations, Eleanor."

Kyson didn't know how Jodie performed that night. Even if he had, he wouldn't have cared. Stepping out of the hall, he leaned heavily against the wall and pulled a cigarette from his pocket. Only as he lit it and drew in the smoke did he finally exhale a long breath, feeling a little alive again. The music still drifted from the hall, but Kyson glanced back only once before walking away. He thought he was starting to miss home. He pushed open the gate and entered.

Britney’s injuries were not severe, and after resting in the hospital for half a day, the pain in her ankle had lessened.So she asked Karsyn to arrange her discharge. By the time they left, evening had already fallen. The nights in Goldmoor were never lonely. The lights were always on, earning it the nickname "the city that never sleeps". It was one of the top cities in Chiosia, thriving economically, and a city that people didn't want to leave once they arrived.

The city is loud below. He shows me his phone. Security feed from last night. Someone in a black hoodie slipped past the guards at 3 :12 a.m . Left the coffin. Walked out like they owned the place. I feel sick. “They were inside again,” I whisper. Julian’s arm tightens around me. “Not anymore. I fired the whole team. New ones start today.” I lean into him. “It’s not enough.” He kisses my hair. “It will be.” My phone buzzes.

I remembered there was an seven-figure watch being auctioned tonight. Julian’s uncle ran a massive business in Port City. Though he and his wife never had children due to her health, he treated Julian and the other kids in the family as his own. The Walkers had no shortage of money. But still, I wanted to buy it for him. What I didn’t expect was that someone else had their eye on the same watch—Ryan’s friend, Leo Scott. At first, he didn’t even notice me. After several rounds of bidding, I finally raised the paddle for the final call.

The plane was on the way, ready to land in Preuton. It was a seaside city I'd always longed for but never been to. It was a place with no Monica, no Gurney, and no suffocating gossips. Through the wide cabin window, the plane sliced through the clouds, and suddenly, I remembered that night from six years ago. Monica stood downstairs at my apartment, soaked to the bone in the torrential rain as she confessed to me.

The thought of leaving behind her life in the city, her friends, and her acting career was disheartening, a feeling made even worse by the fact that she wouldn’t even have her phone to keep in contact with anyone or anything. It was extremely late by the time the two of them left the Hardison family mansion, the sky a nearly cloudless expanse of velvet-black dotted with sparse pinprick stars where the fumes and light pollution from the city hadn’t managed to hide them. The night had draped the city in a cloak of darkness as the car glided through the streets, Marcus sitting behind the wheel and guiding it with firm hands. The once bustling urban landscape now lay still and silent, dark aside