Just One Night Book Novels & Stories

"In that case, I think the pizza can wait." End of Book One: Incendiary

It was him. The guy from Level Up club. My mysterious one-night stand.

He shook his head, "No!! It was just a one night thing, nothing much! I can't see her again, I don't want any strings attached, I don't even know her." Spending a night with a complete stranger was a new thing to him, if at all he was sane and level headed he wouldn't have done that. No doubt she was fucking hot and tight, he had to leave the room but left a paper beside her telling her how great he felt last night. It was the best night of his life, and he knew he will never see her again because they never exchanged contacts. If only they have met in different circumstance he would like to Know her more better, maybe give in to love again, because he knew he's already In love with her.

I applied them on my body and that eased the pain. I put on pajamas and went to bed. I wasn't with my phone, Mary took it to avoid any form of contact with anyone. I was bored. I opened the drawers by the bedside table and found a little note inside the last drawer. ‘Dear Susan, Living without you these past years has been the worst thing I've ever been through. I love you so much I can't wait to meet you again. Love J. That was it. I blinked severally. Looks like this house has secrets that need unraveling.

What else could it be? The sleep didn’t come. I kicked the covers off and walked around the room. There wasn’t much in it. A small lamp, a bathroom, a shelf with a few books. I pulled one out and coughed slightly from the dust that came with it. “ ‘The Red One’ by Gracie Evans.” I hadn’t read this book before. It seemed interesting. Just as I was about to turn the first page, there was a heavy thud at my door. My heart sank into my chest, and I dropped the book. The thug came again, lighter this time, followed by the sound of muffled voices.

- The woman burst into tears. Day one thousand and one after the experiment. The girl stands on the windy railing, below is the whole city brilliant in the light, right hand lifts the thick book "One Thousand and One Nights" into the night, then puts the book down on the railing platform, Insert an A4 sheet of paper in the middle. The four corners of the paper were exposed and flew like a butterfly trapped in a book, revealing beautiful handwriting. Original: “It's been a thousand and one nights, a very nice number.

Besides tomorrow night is her flight for New York City and once she leaves this country she is not sure will she ever be able to come back here and above all meet these two kind people especially will she ever meet this English man who was making a special place in her heart – he was doing all those things to her which she only had heard from girls but never had she once felt or experienced those things she was feeling at the moment - maybe it is because in all these years she had never met a man like him. His touch and the way he looked at her was different, no men had ever looked her like that before and the way he said her name gave her the desire to hear him say her name again and again.

The chaos in her chest. God. His hands on her hips. His mouth on her neck. The heat, the way he whispered things that made her toes curl and her brain short-circuit. The way he looked at her like he could see through all the good-girl lies and straight into the mess she was underneath. She pressed her thighs together, shame rushing through her like a second wave of heat. “Stop it,” she muttered to herself, leaning her forehead against the cool glass window. “Just stop.” It was one night. One stupid, reckless night with a stranger.

Story 1: Title: A night with a stranger. Blurb: A night with my father inlaw. One night, one forbidden taste. She sucked off a stranger in a dark club, recklessly. What she didn’t know? He was her fiancé’s father. What he didn’t know? She was his future daughter-in-law. But then they met again, in daylight, around the family. The fire was still there, burning hotter than ever, even though everything around them said “NO” to continue.

The heat in my body was getting worse, like I needed to unleash every frustration that had welled in my system. As the elevator took us up, I tried to keep my distance. Maybe it would bring me back to my senses before I finally take this big leap of faith. I got to his room, trying my best to control myself. “So,” he purred while still holding my hand. “Are we going to tell each other our real names?” ”No names.” I said. He nodded. “It’s just one night.” I stared at him, No regrets I’m making this up as I go along, I mean is there anything wrong having one night with a total stranger?