Ladies Night Novel Novels & Stories

Adam said gently. He was always like that. Adam never once messed with me. "Last night, you came to my room, opened the door, and took off my clothes, and you took off yours. We both enjoyed the night without me knowing that you were Adam. The lights were off so that I couldn't catch your reflection very well. I thought you were Gavin; I couldn't hear your sighs and whispers very well either. I might have. It felt different that night. But I didn't think much of it because, damn it, I enjoyed what you did to me," I said honestly. Adam was silent, and so was I. We faced each other in the room, remembering the sin we had committed.

Try to figure out what’s going on… but you’ll never see through my plan. Within moments, both women were forced inside. The sliding door slammed shut with a heavy thud. The blacked-out van roared to life, headlights cutting through the darkness, tires screeching against the asphalt as it disappeared into the night — taking its unwilling passengers into the unknown. Britney lounged lazily on the plush sofa of her hotel suite, one leg draped over the other, a half-full glass of wine dangling between her fingers. The soft hum of jazz filled the dimly lit room, and she was just sinking into the warm haze of relaxation when her phone buzzed sharply on the side table.

ling her waist and moving her booty in an up and down motion as they all cheered her, she swung her head sideways in a dance position but her eyes met Paxton's, the richest billionaire in San Francisco. Paxton ran one of the best hotels in San Francisco and over the years, he has been on the number 1 spot in the list of the richest bachelors. Paxton had been watching her moves from the very beginning and it was obvious that he was interested in her, for over a month, he had been making advances toward her, he wanted her for himself but she didn't want that, she knew that if she became Paxton's girl, she would be the talk of the town and she didn't want that because she believed billionaires

Sleeping over at her place, I woke up the next day, realizing I was late for work, so I quickly picked up my stuff tiptoed my way out of her apartment, and left as she was still sleeping. Then I rushed into my car as my driver waited for me. As the car moved, I began dressing up, as I always kept an extra completely suited outfit in my car. After I was dressed, relaxing my back on the seat, the thoughts of the night I spent with Lidia crept through my mind and I thought to myself, "Damn Dante, you still have your ways around your women." Amidst, my ongoing thoughts, we arrived at the publishing house, and so I came down from the car and walked into the office.

Naomi is uncharacteristically quiet, and Nicole is holding Pandora, nervously running her fingers through her fur. “So that was a fun girls’ night out,” Eliza says, crossing her arms. All eyes go to her and silence falls over our little group. And then we all start laughing. “I don’t understand why it turned into rats.” I sink onto the love seat opposite the couch. Lucas takes a spot next to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. I let him pull me against his firm chest, finding instant relief to have my body pressed against his. “Hellhounds don’t turn into anything, right?”

She smiled smugly as the women around her murmured in admiration. "Yes, ma’am," Lila replied, her voice steady. As she walked past Alexander, her steps faltered briefly when he leaned in close and whispered into her ear, "You naughty girl." She swallowed hard but didn’t respond, keeping her head high as she continued on her way. The rest of the evening passed uneventfully. The guests departed, and the Harrington’s retired to bed, pleased with their successful soirée. But Lila couldn’t sleep. She sat in her dimly lit room, staring at the door. She knew what she had done tonight—poking a beast that she could barely control. She wanted his attention and she would get it. The air in her room fel

I shot back with tear filled eyes. "Let's see it." They both said and Lisa snatched the note from me. After what seemed like seconds, the note fell from her hands and she let out a shrill cry running back into the house looking terrified. I and Lisa followed suit and bolted the door behind us, as we thought heavily on the contents of the note. It read: " Hey girls, vampires do exist so don't feel too safe. Always steer clear of the road at dawn and twilight. Accept my little gift."

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?

+++ That night I set the folded page on my bedside table before I turned off the lamp. I lay in the dark and let my mind move back through the past weeks the way you turn over stones slowly, one by one, looking for what lives underneath. Every public event since returning to Litsville. Every crowded room. Every evening that had held more faces than I could track all at once. I got as far as Noir. The lounge settled into shape around me. The low lighting. The curved booth where Sophia and I had sat. The music that never tried too hard. The evening a woman had appeared at our table uninvited, her perfume arriving half a second before she did.

Rachel let it slide—but her unease didn’t fade. Outside, the night settled in deeper, wrapping their secrets in silence. --- --- In New York City, the night was just beginning to pulse with life. Streets shimmered under neon lights, music spilled from open bar doors, and laughter echoed across avenues. For the city’s social elite, this was the golden hour—the moment the party truly started. Victoria Laurent exited a popular lounge, surrounded by a few glittering socialites still high on the night’s champagne. As she reached for her phone, her brows drew into a tight frown. It was gone.