Hood Nights Novels & Stories

According to what I had observed, she was not in the mood; however, despite the fact that he appeared to be very horny and desired her, she declined his advances. I overheard her responding to him with "no. not tonight. I am just not in the mood for this right now." He huffed in annoyance and then pulled her hand and placed it on his dick while saying, "but I want you tonight. Because I have a tour tomorrow, I would really appreciate it if you could spend the night with me." However, she did not agree and emphasized each word that came out of her mouth as she stated, "No, I said no. What kind of an idiot are you trying to be?"

Anyways, our night ended at around 11pm and we went to our respective rooms to sleep, after cleaning the living area that was filled with the pizza boxes. The morning came of my day, when I will be officially becoming the assistant to the business tycoon, playboy and handsome and a PERVERT, Mr Richard Matthews. Yup, from now on, it will be me, him and Ms Dawson. No no, scratch that. It will be him and Ms Dawsone making my life a living hell.

If he thought too hard about his Mastercard bill, that burger he ate would probably come right back up. He turned on the local top forty station and David Lee Roth blasted out of the speakers, singing “Just a Gigolo.” Riley didn’t really care what music was on as long as there was noise. Noise helped him think, which was reason number 108 why he could never live in a quiet little town like Smiths Hollow. Of course, Smiths Hollow wasn’t quite as quiet as advertised. During their conversation the previous night Nowak had casually mentioned that two murdered girls had been found in the yard of some old biddy.

She felt so badass. Ellie wanted to meet with the old Japanese couple she met in her shop but the two went on a trip abroad. But to make up for that, he and Ryo had a hiking trip and camped for a night. It was such a perfect night because there was a meteor shower then. The sky was so dark in the countryside and the stars twinkled against it. They stayed up huddled around a campfire and watched the meteors pass across the sky. It was so dreamy; it felt like they were in a movie.

A smile washes over my face as his rough voice floods the space, and I can just imagine his tired, haggard face. “Because not only are you the weapons manufacturer,” he continues, “you’re also a Nero. And you’ve managed to bag the only other Nero in the galaxy they know about. I think you could stand to learn a little humility, Nova.” “Slag, Edan, you’re alive!” I say, relief flooding through me. “Are the others okay?” “What the void, Nova?” Zayne’s voice speaks through the overhead sound system. “You can’t just go and disappear like that and then make a major outing on The Black Hole of Truth. Are you trying to give everyone a slam heart attack?”

My hands were steady, but my mind was in chaos. The diner was quiet for a Tuesday. The neon 'OPEN' sign hummed. I wiped the same section of the counter over and over again, watching the rain start to smear across the front windows. Chicago at 2 AM is a graveyard for the lonely. It’s for the night-shift nurses, the cab drivers, and the people who have nowhere else to go. I was tired of being the girl who had nowhere to go. I looked at my reflection in the chrome of the milkshake machine.

“Twenty nights,” Kai Lennox murmured against Damien’s lips as they stumbled out of the elevator and into the penthouse at 11:49 p.m. The words felt heavy, almost sacred. Twenty nights of the same addictive rhythm, and yet tonight it felt different deeper, more settled, like the pattern had finally locked into place and refused to be broken.

It was the kind of Christmas Eve I had always loved; cozy, familiar, safe. "Werewolves." My cousin whispered dramatically, leaning forward so the younger kids hung on her every word. "They hunt in the night, their eyes glowing red, their claws sharp enough to tear through bone. And when they catch you..." She paused, lowering her voice to a chilling whisper. "...They drink your blood and turn you into werewolves!!" The children shrieked in unison, clutching each other, their wide eyes reflecting the firelight. My cousin burst into laughter, clearly pleased with herself.

He mumbled a little before turning on his side but did not awaken. She shook her head, How can you be Dusk and Duskin? How can you pretend to be such a dark child when you are so kindhearted? Although she desired the answer to the question, she figured that she would never obtain the answer. Nightide remained secretive about their past. Hae Mina shook her head as she ventured up the staircase then fell on her bed in a heap. Her brain was too exhausted to push her back into her dreaded nightmares and so she slept heavily and deeply.

My skin pricked at the sight as he shoved his tongue down her throat, his other hand freely fumbling her. I recoiled in disgust at the sight. Did Aaron really think this would hurt me? After he’d practically ripped my heart out five years ago? I scoffed as his eyes met mine, and Dorian took me down the podium. “It’s a night of celebration, but most importantly, Nightspire Honor Night commemorates our triumph over the witches and forces of evil.” The MC’s gaze narrowed to Aaron’s table as he cleared his throat. “We ought to treat it as dignified as possible.”