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)

It took me another few minutes to remember what happened last night. Damn! I slowly raised the duvet, and of course, I was naked. “Oh no. What have I done?” The memories of last night came rushing back. I followed him to this room. We started making out in his car and ended up in this room. As much as it was embarrassing, it felt so good that I wanted more. Just right. Look at what your life has turned into, Lisa. A one-night stand with a total stranger. My eyes caught a glimpse of a note on the lamp table. I picked it up and read it: Last night was amazing. Some cash for your service.

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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

Vincent I blew out smoke from my cigar as I strode into the warehouse to oversee the new diamonds that just came from England but the images of last night kept flashing in my mind. The girl, deliciously sprawled in my bed as I fucked her to oblivion. Was last night even a fuck or a blasted love making session?

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.