Hot Night Novels & Stories

Seeing her smile, Natalie was reminded of the unsightly scenes from half a month ago. She didn't even want to spare her a glance. Natalie turned to Sienna and asked, "Sienna, what's the job?" "Natalie, you haven't walked on the runway for a long time, right? Tonight, All Night Manor has a night show. Get ready," Sienna said with a friendly smile. "Sienna, All Night Manor is a nightclub!" Natalie exclaimed in shock. They wanted her to do a show there?! All Night Manor was a famous nightclub in Novarisia, a luxurious venue with high-end clientele. It was a favorite gathering place for the wealthy and decadent youth of Paykston, and a place filled with countless shady dealings.

I needed money, and I needed it fast or I might die of starvation. I finished the rest of the pizza, washed my hands, and headed to the bedroom. It was cold, so I shut the windows tight before crawling under the blanket. But to sleep? Yeah, that shit wasn’t gonna happen. I kept rolling from side to side, because I heard the sound I’ve been dreading every damn night. Here we go again. The neighbor upstairs is a man whore. Loud moans started echoing through the ceiling while the bed creaking as if about to collapse. Then more groaning. Slapping sounds. Was this dude trying to break her legs or what?

Back to room Dinner Alone Just us and the guards After Lights out 10pm Nico didn’t go to his bed Came to mine Again Is this okay he asked Yeah I said Scooted over He laid down Careful Like I’d break Aria he said Site 12 New site New rules But same us Right Same us I said Aria Bennett Nico Carter Alive Together He exhaled Good Because I don’t think I could do new without you Me neither The lights buzzed Then went off Dark Outside Mountain Guards Guns Inside Two beds pushed together Two people With new names And old scars And for the first time In a long time I fell asleep Without dreaming of running

You don't have to work alone on this. His breath was raspy as his forehead pushed against mine. "I can't let you go." "You won't." A Fresh Danger The first night was a restless silence. We were all so exhausted that we fell into a restless slumber, calmed by the distant sound of the lake crashing on the coast and the gentle rustle of leaves. However, a small beep—a security alert—came from Damien's phone during the worst hours of the night. With his rifle in hand, he sprung to his feet. The delicate calm was broken by his sudden intake of breath.

Hopefully that puts them in the right space for what I want and need. Adia told me that even in the dead of winter Nova will crack a window open if their bedroom is hot. It isn’t quite winter, being mid-November, but Adia turned the heat up earlier. I decided that I will serenade them every night if I have to, but I really hope this works to get them to listen. I get the text and head out.

Vanessa woke up in the middle of the night because even though it was already late, her room was still very hot. Before she goes to sleep, she had even placed a small fan beside in her bed just to lessen the heat a little. And just to make things worse, her bed was hard as a freaking stone. Her back ached every time she lay down. She honestly didn’t know how she managed to survive this kind of setup. And she doesn’t even know if she will get used to it.

Nadhea held her forehead full of cold sweat. The howls of nocturnal animals, the dim rays of aromatherapy candles and Adam's rude snoring are clearly visible. The man next to him turned around. Nadhea's mind was filled with her old life. Adam, not marking his own for Adam and uttering aloud that Nadhea loves Zayn rather than death separating the two of them. Nadia is still holding her breath.

Nicholas and I had spent most of the evening arguing over the bed, and although I was usually good at winning arguments, I somehow lost this one. But Nicholas was not joking when he informed me that it was colder in Lakspur at night time- with me basically shivering myself into agreement with him. And so, in the end, we lay in the same bed, facing away from each other, but it did nothing to prevent the burning awkwardness from consuming the both of us. It was all hidden in the inescapable heat radiating from his body and the sound of his heavy breathing filling the air. Eventually I became overwhelmed by the suffocating concept that was *him*, so much so that I knew sleep wouldn’t find me an

**Chapter 82 – Mortal Christmas** ** December 24, 2030 – Hot Springs, Arkansas** Christmas morning smells like smoked mici, fresh mămăligă, and pine needles. No rifts. No bosses. Just quiet. I wake up in my childhood bedroom—Remy sprawled beside me, one arm over my waist, braids tickling my shoulder. The crown is quiet, spinning slow and content. The system is silent too—no pings, no alerts.

The city lights sparkled like fireworks through the penthouse windows. New Year’s Eve. Margarita stepped out of the elevator wearing a short silver dress that barely covered her ass. Underneath, nothing. She knew what tonight was— their last night. No promises, no tomorrow. Just heat.