Hood Nights Novels & Stories

I asked, softly dabbing my face with the powder foam. Synn's voice bubbled with excitement, "The Outing Night is a party that's held to acknowledge all the performers at Wet Nights, the party is usually held every last Friday of the year, and they throw it in one of Bishop's private hotel. No rules, just pure fun." I suddenly paused and turned around to look at Synn, "Wait, what? You mean Bishop will be at the party tonight?" I asked with a conflicted emotions. "Of course, yes." Synn giggled.

"Hey, pretty lady." A male voice said, causing me to stare at the person who owns the voice. It's Christmas night, and the only thing that does happen during Christmas night around this area is for young single souls to match themselves up with any other single soul they find across the street. Well! I guess this is what I'm going to do. "Hi," Cornelia replied while trying not to behave annoyingly. "Hey. I'm Kenny Salvador. The guy who can give you a great time." The guy said, before disgustingly winking at me.

Either way, this is a very old farmhouse and parts of it were made in the 1800’s so chances are there are spirits hanging around it. One night, I remember something so strange that I will never forget it for the rest of my life. It was about 10 p.m. and there was a full moon out. It was lighting up the whole living room, so I didn’t need the little light on in the dining room that night for once.

It was 2AM at the time and time just seemed to be passing by so quickly. In just a few moments, Mario and I were going to get into our cars and head down to Vice Springs, the beach were Jeff had reported Andrea. It also came to my attention that at least half of the Miami Vice Police Department were already at home, because of the fact there were preparations for a festival in Downtown Miami Vice for the police. A supposed holiday, and Andrea got stuck with one of the few late night shifts where there were only a few cops around. With my mind still on the events ahead of me, I never heard Mario speak with Diaz about why we were pulling the job tonight.

ONE NIGHT DEAL (One Night Love’s Book 2) Blurb: In order to find the truth about their son’s case and whereabouts, Freya and Jacob decided to make a ONE NIGHT DEAL. Pretense, denial, deception, and secret love. They planned a game, but what if fate also played with them? Can they win the game of love? Is there a chance for a complete and a happy family, or will it be completely destroyed by those who oppose their unity?

Axel got out of Max’s car and walked into the house, he walked into the living room and met Lily on the couch. She was asleep and the television was on. He turned to the television and noticed she was watching a kid's show before falling asleep. He checked the time and it was almost midnight, he slowly walked to her and stared at her. Axel suddenly heard footsteps and he looked up to see a maid. “Good evening sir. I had no idea you were back already.” The maid said and all Axel did was stare.

"Together." Outside, Thorne's team prepared to strike. Ronan's gift had lit the fuse. The full moon was tomorrow. And the pack was ready for war.

The house is finally, perfectly silent. Mom and Jonah’s SUV disappeared down the street twenty minutes ago, taillights swallowed by the dark. Anniversary weekend. Two whole nights of freedom. I knew exactly what I was going to use it for. I don’t knock. Tyler’s door swings open, and the blue-white glow of his monitor hits me like a spotlight. He’s slouched deep in his gaming chair, grey sweatpants shoved down to mid-thigh, fist wrapped tight around his cock, slow, lazy strokes that stop the second he sees me.

The city of Aethelgard never truly slept, but at 3:00 AM, its pulse slowed to a low, rhythmic hum. For Clara, this was the hour of the "Shadow People." She lived alone in a cramped, third-floor walk-up—a space that always smelled of old cedar and damp plaster. It was the kind of apartment where the floorboards groaned under the weight of nothing at all, and the shadows in the corners seemed to have a depth that defied the laws of light.

“Lots of food, music, and pretty lights. But there are mainly two parts to it.” He holds up two fingers. “The Moon Dance and the Blood Hour.” The what hour? I echo out my curiosity. And Noel’s eyes darken, just a little. “The Blood Hour is basically a Hunt. For the Omegas in the pack. The higher-ranked wolves play hide-and-seek with us for an hour, and they are allowed anything except for murder.” My mouth drops open. You’ve got to be kidding me. “Anything?” His lips purse solemnly. Then he nods, and I can’t help but see a bit of memory flicker through his eyes. I can tell it isn’t anything that’d bring a smile.