It's Not Night Novels & Stories

"Even the nose. It's... it's a copy." "It doesn't matter," I said, my voice barely a breath against Leo's soft, dark hair. "They are ours. They don't have a father, Kat. They have us." I looked out the small, narrow window of the ward. The sun was just beginning to peak over the Lake Michigan. Somewhere out there, the Kane Plaza was catching the first rays of the morning light, its black glass reflecting the sky like a massive, blind mirror.

“Aiden, are you even serious right now? Founder’s Night is barely three weeks away and you still can’t make up your mind if you’re going or not?” Mitz muttered with a shake of her head. “It’s Founder’s Night! This could literally be the highlight of our entire year, not to mention the only chance we’ll have to blow off steam after all the crap we’ve been through!”

My best friend, Ricky Watson, yanked the oxygen tube from my nose as he grinned down at me maliciously. "I guess there's no point pretending anymore. Remember those leaked files that cost you the promotion? I'm the one who planted them in that storage box under your bed." Then, he slipped an arm around my wife, Andrea Gates, looking even more pleased with himself. "And that son you've spent the last 10 years raising?" His grin widened. "He's mine." Andrea slowly turned the gold bracelet around her wrist and looked at me with open contempt. "I would've taken the kid and left you for Ricky years ago if you hadn't been so subservient to my needs and given me all your paycheck every mo

*]:pointer-events-auto scroll-mt-[calc(var(--header-height)+min(200px,max(70px,20svh)))]" dir="auto" data-turn-id="request-WEB:a55bb89a-fcd8-423d-a716-d5a0cd04f798-4" data-testid="conversation-turn-10" data-scroll-anchor="true" data-turn="assistant"> The night passed without rest.

“Yeah. There are ways for vampires to get around during daylight hours, and I kind of have a magical way of making the sunlight not hurt Lucas.” “Oh, uh. Wow.” Silence falls between us for a few seconds. I pull the band from my ponytail. “So, when’s a good time to come over? Phil and I both have the night and then tomorrow off.” “Once the sun goes down. Is that too late for Penny?” “Lord no,” she says with a laugh. “That kid hasn’t been sleeping very well lately. It’s a Wonder Week.” “What’s that?” “A growth spurt that messes with her sleep cycle, her happiness, and basically my sanity. She might be up. She might not be.”

*]:pointer-events-auto scroll-mt-[calc(var(--header-height)+min(200px,max(70px,20svh)))]" dir="auto" data-turn-id="request-69c2731f-dc88-83a4-a088-5852984e816f-1" data-testid="conversation-turn-205" data-scroll-anchor="true" data-turn="assistant"> After such a chaotic night Luna and Lucas must be worried. They had to get back to the tribe.

(Night Night Night) it was late and I couldn't sleep for so many reasons First, I miss everybody especially Eric, I knew he will be so worried about me Second, I miss my phone.. I think without my phone, I can't do anything and I will be weak cos my fingers are really itching badly looking for something to press, I think I need to tell CJ about buying me a new phone tomorrow's morning and thirdly which​ is the last, I am really really hungry CJ had asked me if I wanted to eat but I completely denied saying I was not hungry not wanting him to tell me to cook or something which I know I can't cook

He moved up to the door and squinted out into the night. August looked out at the towering creature with black fur, which didn’t look their way, as Rufus slowly mouthed the words, “He is.”

Noah was getting married to marinda and he lied to me? And just like that my night turned into a real night mare. Can some one please wake me up.

Vienna's POV: The wedding ceremony was being held on a moonless night. Unlike Camden Falls, where ceremonies were bathed in the moon’s silver glow, the Northern Pack believed that on such nights, the Moon Goddess took her leave from the sky to walk among her children. It was a beautiful thought—one that filled my heart with warmth, as did my reflection in the polished bronze mirror before me.