Live By Night Book Novels & Stories

Finally, he said, “Its just a slight bleeding. I will get her some medicine and apply it on her wound every day. It will heal quickly.” After saying that Leon left the cabin and went through the take medicine. Vivian and Richard also come out of the hut. They returned to the pavilion just now. Vivian saw the book that Leon had just left there. She picked up the book and looked at the title of the book “Joy of life.” She thought a new book had been published. Perhaps there will be a new movie and TV drama soon. Vivian just wanted to take a look at the book first, but as soon as I opened the cover, I saw the signature on the title page. Vivian looked at it carefully. “This book is Phoenix’s si

FLASH BACK YESTERDAY NIGHT, 8:30PM It's been years since my father, Dr. Bennett, had died from a car crash during my 15th birthday and ever since life had been hard for me. Don't get me wrong, I came from a wealthy family but it's the same as coming from a poor family when you're nothing but an illegitimate child. My mother was my father's mistress as I was told by my stepmom but I could remember how my father described her whenever I asked him about my mother, she wasn't just a mistress. She was his love.

unfortunately for me though'' He chuckled. ''Please, leave'' He retorted with no emotion in his voice. That was rude. ''Not until you show me where I'm sleeping for the night and tell me who that pretty lady in the picture is'' His muscles stiffened at the latter part. ''You've already seen where you would be sleeping'' ''You mean here?.....with you?'' I squeezed my eyes and crunched my nose in disgust. ''You wish…you'll be sleeping in the living room''

He asked calmly. Lord Night was one of the ruthless Dons in El Salvador, controlling seven dangerous gangs. Lord Night was bad news and hardly attended any meetings or socialized with other Lords. He loved drugs and abused women in the name of fun. He was never in Casper’s good or bad books because their paths never crossed.

Only a small reading light, that illuminated the spot above Nadia’s book as she sat in bed reading, broke the darkness of the bedroom. Nadia was focused on the novel in her left hand and the warm tea in the other. She’d been unable to sleep even after several drinks at the bar. Jake had been holed up in his own penthouse all day reading about demons and how to avoid them and the infamous story of the devil at the crossroad. Nadia wasn’t offended by his absence but the distraction would be nice, she thought.

All life in the room vanished. His feet treaded up the spiral staircase. With trembling hands, he inserted the key in the doorknob. He had not yet turned the knob when it opened from the inside. There in front of him stood Ellie. Two dark shadows under her eyes told him she has not slept. Dullness replaced the brilliance of her skin. Her pink lips were pale. Her round eyes looked at him with surprise.

What if you're broken-hearted? Would you do the thing that you haven't done in your whole life? Charmane Cordova. Unexpectedly meet, this most sought-after bachelor... Bradley Hernandez, A guy that she doesn't know yet, A guy that got her attention, and a guy she had spent her whole night with... And this will be their, JUST ONE NIGHT together. ___________ JUST ONE NIGHT (English Version) By: Mairisian ***** This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, some places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination and are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, places or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Gracie says, and we look at each other. I've seen nothing like it. We got back home before mom could realize that we were not home. NIGHT 9:00 PM I'm lying on my bed, thinking about the incident that happened up the street today. I wonder if that old man survived it, I wonder if he's still alive or in a coma.

and a string of words I’m not sure of. I’m not sure how long I’ve been asleep when I roll over. He’s wide awake beside me with a book in hand. ‘In Cold Blood’. Figures. In any other circumstances, I’d feel ashamed I’m stark naked with this man dressed rather decently, bundled up in his duvet with a dull throb in my groin and haunting memories the evening. But I smile, as darkly as I can. I wouldn’t have half as much courage if I wasn’t half-asleep. “Can I see it?” He shuts his book. He’s a little more confused than I would have expected. “What?” It makes perfect sense to me, what. Though, I suppose I am half-asleep. And coming out of a particularly rancid sex dream.

Outside Atlanta did its Friday night thing — loud and alive and completely indifferent to the fact that two people in a library on a quiet street were trying to hold a complicated life together with both hands and finding that between the two of them they had enough hands for the job. Just about.