Late Night Drives Novels & Stories

We cuddled together tried to sing each other lullabies before one of us slept off and the other followed suit. ¶•¶•¶•¶•¶ 'Seth'. 'Handel'. 'Arman'. 'Isabelle'. 'Orion'. Stephanie'. 'Usher'. 'Maude'. 'Mimi'. 'Zofi'. 'Those are the 10 hunters taking off tomorrow'. 'They will be dropped at the west of the Carpathian mountains'. 'Alina?'. 'Ma'am?'. Alina stood at attention and I wondered if she was a former soldier. 'Make sure to remind the cooks that the hunters who are going for the hunt tomorrow should be fed 'specially''.

But since it could be to her advantage, she was thankful she could still manage to speak a word or two. The road to the Verte peninsula was rather bumpy that even she’s lying down on the cotton sheets, her back still ached. She was accompanied by three vampire servants, probably from the low ranks as they could only stay alive to serve Darius. As they traveled through the hills and mountains at full speed to make it to their destination before midnight, a familiar scenery flashed in Layla’s mind.

she described all the kinky things they did last night, the guy was apparently an owner of a club downtown. I am amused by the way she talks about this guy because she blushes. When did this girl ever blush about her conquests?! Never. I shake my head with her amusing antics. We spent the whole afternoon watching 'Lucifer'. This series is an entertaining one especially, getting involved with a certain devil. The way he was created is like out of the books. It was already nearing night time, we should be there by six-thirty in the evening. I finished baking banana muffins for Raffaele and cheesecake for their mother since I don't know what she would like.

Music loud. Hearts louder. The mountains are waiting. Let’s go make them kneel. Ridică-te din Noapte Sunday, June 4, 2028 – 3:47 p.m. The Suburban roars down Highway 70 like a beast unchained, windows wide open, wind whipping twin tails and Seras’s space buns into chaos. Remy’s got the aux cord wired to his phone, and he hits play on the playlist he made last night titled “Storming Shambhala.”

Then he released my jaw and stepped back. “Get dressed,” he said, finishing his whiskey in one gulp. “We’re going for a drive.” *No. No, no, no.* A drive at 3 AM with a paranoid Alpha King who suspected I was playing him? That was how bodies ended up in rivers. *I’m dead. I’m so dead.* “A drive? Now?” I tried to keep the fear out of my voice. “It’s almost four in the morning, Deuce. Maybe we should just….”

"You are my only one, Leticia." After the reception, Lucas walked me to the master bedroom of the estate. He stopped at the door and did not enter. "My room is next door," he said. I looked at him. "You do not need to sleep next door." He was silent for several seconds. "Leticia," he said, using my name directly for the first time, his voice full of restraint and tenderness, "I waited twelve years. One more night is nothing. If you need time, I will give it to you."

The city sprawled below, mine for the taking. The convoy waited in the underground garage, three black SUVs, drivers armed, lead car with my bodyguard. I slid into the middle one. “Estate.” The driver nodded. We pulled out, merging into Manhattan traffic. Late night, streets empty. I leaned back, closing my eyes, mind on Raven. Her lips under the mask. The way she’d outdone Clarissa in Room 3. The way she glanced up at me from the floor, knowing I watched. And then suddenly, a screech of tires.

It was around ten at night. Most of the houses in the area had turned off their lights and settled in for the night. Leon was so loud and disruptive that I became worried he would disturb our neighbors like he did last night. After speaking to Luke, I got out of the car by myself and confronted Leon. When he saw me step out of the car, he seemed thrilled and stepped forward to approach me. “Leon, what do you want?” My voice was full of disdain but he seemed to have filtered it out entirely.

With a sinking heart, I quickly spotted Keith’s account among the likes. My intuition screamed that he was with Michelle. After all this time together, he had never given me a single gift, yet as soon as she returned he seemed to drop everything for her. I sat on the sofa, tossing and turning, unable to sleep through the night. At three in the morning, Keith returned, reeking of alcohol. “Why aren’t you asleep yet?” he asked, the scent of liquor mingled with lavender wafting off him. “You were working late again?” I asked quietly.

The drive back to the mansion was silent, almost painfully so. The streets were empty, the city’s late-night hum reduced to a faint murmur behind the thick windows of his black sedan. Rain had begun to fall lightly, leaving the asphalt glistening under streetlights, and Colden’s expression remained unchanged as he navigated the slick roads.