Last Night Novel Novels & Stories

Pretending that the past was just a story she had heard about someone else. Sleep did not come easily. It never did. She lay in the dark and listened to the city breathe and counted her heartbeats like beats in a dance that never ended. One two three. One two three. The rhythm of survival. The rhythm of fear. Some nights, she dreamed of Emeka's smile. Some nights, she dreamed of the man falling. Some nights, she dreamed of running and running and never reaching the end of the hallway.

Gerald's voice was hoarse and weak as he said, "Between this multi-billion dollar inheritance and these three matches, you two can only choose one. Renee, you're the oldest, so you go first!" A chill ran through my entire body, and I suddenly realized I had been reborn. Remembering the tragic fate of my family in my past life, I instinctively turned to look at my parents. My vision instantly blurred from the tears. In my past life, I had chosen the fortune. However, Vera Gallagher, my adopted sister, had used the three matches to make her wishes, which led to my parents' deaths and my own miserable end in a remote mountain town. The pain from those final moments still had not fully faded.

the old stones began to glow, strangeAs were carved into them started symbols that to light up, one after another, spreading outward across the city in a mysterious sequence. Silence crashed over the crowd. A woman near the bridge dropped to her knees trembling. “The Crown of Night,” she whispered. My blood turned cold. I looked at Cassian. He had the look of someone who was gazing straight into the face of a terrifying reality, one that he had hoped would remain forever dormant, a nightmare that had haunted him for centuries and now seemed to be staring back at him with unblinking eyes.

The rooftop lights have dimmed without being asked. Somewhere in the walls a soft voice is humming the lullaby I sang to children who may only exist in code. I am not afraid. Somewhere north of nowhere, a valley is still green. Somewhere a man with storm-grey eyes still says yes a thousand times every morning. Pomegranate. See you in December. The diary ends. The last page is pressed with the empty rind, stained the exact colour of forgiveness. (End of interludes)

spoke to himself as if it were a spell, one that would somehow make him believe that it was possible, that she could overcome those traumas somehow, And I wish I could give her the lap she needed when she couldn’t take it. Going through processes alone was painful, no matter what the process was. "These wires...they’ll never fall apart, will they?" Amethyst’s eyes were empty, completely opaque and no more life "they’ll stay here forever, won’t they?" asked things like he was in that cell again, as if the only thing I had was the moonlight and that dagger that was as bright silver as Audra’s eyes. Yes, the bright eyes, the eyes that were the last thing she had seen in that icy, lonely darknes

I sat on the couch, the proposal video Walter made playing in the background, the pastries I had bought beside me. The pastries I once savored then left a bland taste in my mouth. Perhaps my tastes changed. It was not just the pastries I had lost my taste for. Walter had gone radio silent. I tossed my phone on the coffee table and started to pack up my stuff. It was already midnight. I was about to officially run out of patience, ready to use up the last of my so-called 'forgiveness cards.' Just then, my phone buzzed—it was Walter. "Melissa, are you asleep? Don't wait up. I've got stuff to handle, and I won't make it home tonight.

*Xanvier's pov* I smiled like a school boy as I held the candles as though they were candies. Few nights ago at Mexico, I planned something similar, but Sandra stayed up late at work. Tonight, it's going to as planned, I feel it already. "One, two, three..." I counted as I placed candle on each stair. I continued like that until I reached the bedroom. I hurriedly downstairs to lit it and back inside the room to make the bed. I was super excited. I checked my drawer for the pack of condoms I bought earlier, took it out and placed it on th the bed for easy access.

She was the kind of woman who stood his ground even if it meant fighting alone. Today, Yolanda had come to work disturbed. The events of the past night still replayed in her mind, although now, it seemed more of a dream than reality. She sat before the computer screen in her booth staring blankly at it for almost half an hour before he suddenly came to himself as she felt a presence around her. "Hey, Yolanda. What's up?" A familiar voice said. Yolanda lifted her face and met the gaze of Officer Hillary, her partner. Suddenly, the events of the previous night came crashing back into her memory and her face became washed with embarrassment.

I'll leave everything to Lucas until I get a good sleep. I stepped into the bathtub and turned the tap on. The coolness of the water comforts my body. I had a long day today and I feel exhausted. I closed my eyes and the scenes in the warehouse flashed back in my mind. The men, guns, bullets that entered my body, and the beaten women. Everything there reflected cruelty. I gritted my teeth for a sudden baffling emotion. I abruptly opened my eyes and stared blankly at the ceiling of the bathroom. I can't forget the looks in the prince's eyes when it met mine. Why was he reluctant? The cat. She was not an ordinary cat. I wonder how it feels to have a twin who can turn into a cat. The twins' are

Dear readers, Hello, thanks for reading. Don't forget to provide support such as comments, rates and shares. no matter how small your support is very valuable to me Thank you very much, December is the last month and the novel will be finished. Thank you very much for your support. **** The three princes were still awake from their sleep, the silence and silence could be heard clearly, even the sound of the crickets. "An, has it disappeared? What happened to him? The light carried him away. Has someone done this to him? " said Kazexian.