Last Night Novel Novels & Stories

"I'm just asking." "You're not just asking, Eli, that's not a question, that's an accusation dressed up as one. Do you have any idea what the last month has looked like for me? I've talked to strangers about the worst night of my life. I've asked people to relive something I can't even fully remember myself, over and over, because I need to know just as badly as you do." My voice cracked, and I hated that it did, hated giving him the satisfaction of watching me come apart over something this unfair. "Where is this even coming from? Four days ago you told me you believed I was trying just as hard as you were."

replied Lovina. Though Lovina remembers clearly that she dropped the novel because it was driven by an unknown guy who last night sneaked into her house without permission. "Hurry in, then the fried rice will be cold hunted." orders Rana then moves into the house leaving Lovina who is still in the village looking for her friend's novel.

I reply before our lips touch. The end. Thank you for reading this novel. I hope you liked it. If you enjoyed it, I invite you to check out these other novels here in the app: Married to the Mafia Flowers for Olivia Between the Mobster and the CEO You can find more information about these books on my I* page @ninastoriesgn

Author's Note: I hope you enjoy my latest novel. This is a story of love and betrayal. I warn you now, it doesn't contain explicit sex scenes. My spelling is NZ spelling, so you will find words spelt differently (s instead of z, u in words like colour). 🌿 Layla's Point of View Happiness, I thought, was what stayed when the noise left. Not fireworks, but settling. Not applause, but the hum that follows when the dishes are done. The kind of quiet that keeps a house stitched together.

Rowan: “Colleges can wait. The world can wait. We’ve got one more summer to burn the sky down right.” Above us, the Milky Way shifts. The stars rearrange themselves into one quiet, blazing sentence: YOU WERE NEVER LEAVING. We stay on the field until dawn, laughing, crying, planning a year that belongs to no campus, no kingdom, no prophecy. Just us. Four days left of summer? Good. We’re going to need every second. The Last Night of Summer August 31, 2029 – 11:59 p.m., the ridge above Hot Springs

ETA to total data loss: 6 hours, 12 minutes. Her coffee was cold. The novel was still unopened. The apartment didn’t feel clean anymore. It felt like a war room she’d tried to pretend was a home. Nathan’s last text sat on her screen: Do nothing well. The red light from her phone painted the ceiling.

“You fell asleep last night. I left you there in living room. That’s all.” “Is that all?” He asked for confirmation, what’s the deal? I answered with a nod. “You just really left me in the living room?” @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE FATED TO MARRY THE DEVIL ALPHA KING CHECKMATE Thank you so much!

Jack asked in a low voice after the wine steward poured us each a glass of white and then disappeared. "Of course." Somewhere during the limo ride, I'd figured it out. We were reenacting a scene from Lady Lust. Clever Jack to have figured out that my fantasies and my reading material ran closely together. That might have explained last night's phone call too - there was a similar scene early in the novel. Of course the appetizer in my kitchen had been off-script, but I didn't think either of us minded about that. Content with where he was going, I was more than willing to follow along.

I'll be right back" I responded. Going into the kitchen, I moved to the counter where I last placed my novel, hoping to retrieve it from there, but the book was nowhere in sight. My eyes roamed around, doing its examination, while I moved to and fro, looking to find the novel somewhere. I yelled out in frustration, when all of my search resulted in nothing. Where exactly have I been to? The novel ought to be here. I thought to myself, and only then did I remember. I was out cleaning Cameron's room earlier. That was the last place I visited. Hurrying out of the kitchen, I proceeded upstairs, making my way to just one point—Cameron's room. Second after second, my feet drew closer to its destin

I thought of the twisted rules they had beaten into me, and the terror of the opposite sex that had been branded into my body. I thought of that holiday night, the fireworks filling the sky, and the moment I stepped off the rooftop, the relief and the lightness of it. I thought of Talia's guilt, the apology she had never been able to say out loud, and the note she had left behind. I thought of Mom and Dad's regret, the way they had wept, and the empty house they would live in for the rest of their lives. All of it was behind me now. All of it was over.