Live By Night Book Novels & Stories

His, not mine. Grayson led me to a private room on the other side of the hotel. It was furnished as a sitting room—twin soft sofas in plush velvet, long elegant silk curtains at the windows with a pelmet above. There was an antique writing desk and chair set on one side of the room and bookshelves on the other. The carpet was ankle-deep and hand-woven and it was a gorgeous shade of shell pink to match the silk curtains. It would have been a feminine room except for the cold marble statue of the hotel’s founder placed near the window, as well as a stern-looking portrait hanging on one of the walls. Those beady eyes seemed to glare at us as we made our way in as if to ask us why his peace was

"You can't judge a book by its cover. Gary and his friends would never look like the type to commit such a heinous deed, but that's exactly what they did. That night, Gary saw Walter in the well. He slipped and fell into the water out of fear. Fez and the others saw the Sanders family in the well and ended up suffering the same fate. Yes, I killed them, but they deserved to die for their actions." Wilbur let out a long breath, looking at the young man. "Well, that makes them pretty deserving of death, then." Wilbur did not feel wary of the young man anymore and bowed to him slightly. "What's your name, sir?" The young man glanced at Wilbur. "The name's No-Night."

She blamed herself for what happened to Paxton. Perhaps, if she wasn't there, he wouldn't be dead by now Why did she agree to spend a night with him? she asked herself as she continuously hit her fist on her bed crying. ***** **Phone rings** Beatrix stretched out her hands, taking her phone from her bedside table. It was miss Lorelei "my goodness!" she exclaimed when her eyes met the time on her phone screen. "9.30" she sighed, she wasn't aware that it was night time despite her room getting dark; she had been lost in thoughts and she couldn't even sleep.

In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below

-Asaraiah Kaine- The night didn’t rush us. That was new. Everything lately had felt like acceleration—power climbing my spine, enemies closing ranks, truths surfacing without mercy. But this night moved slowly, deliberately, like it had been waiting for us to catch up. I stood at the edge of the bedroom, the blade resting on the table behind me, the book tucked safely away, the ring heavy on my finger. The windows were open. The city breathed in through the glass—sirens far away, traffic humming, the ordinary life of people who didn’t know the world could end over a single decision.

"Duly noted, and no snoring, I like having a peaceful night sleep." Nikolai scoffed and turned off the bedside lamp on his side, but I leaned over to switch on mine. I wasn’t ready to sleep yet. My nerves were still buzzing, and I needed something to distract me. To distract me from all this, from Nikolai and his family and my own thoughts. I reached for one of the books I’d brought with me from home. "The Housemaid" by Freida McFadden. The author that Leo and I had talked about during dinner.

The elders exchanged uneasy glances, unsure of what to make of the scandal unfolding before them. "Who says I'm without proof?" I smirked, pulling out a digital recorder. "Here's the juicy bit of Derick and Jasmine's midnight rendezvous from last night. While they played me for a fool, the kid they thought was mine was burning up with fever all alone in his bed!"

I’ve never cared enough about anyone in that way so I was clueless. I watched as she got into the bed and I waited till I was sure she was deep asleep before I then went to take my shower. I slipped back into my shirt since there was nothing to change into. Our luggage is still missing. I quietly got into bed on the other side but it wasn’t up to ten minutes when the storm started. Heavy rain slammed against the windows while thunder shook the building. The lights flickered twice and then everything went dark. “I can’t believe this!” Lyra groaned from the other side of the bed while I rubbed my forehead.

She looked pampered and polished and expensive, like a trophy on display. "There's a book on the nightstand," Lena said quietly as the others began packing up their supplies. "The boss thought you might want something to read while you wait." I walked back to the bedroom on legs that felt like they belonged to someone else. The book was waiting for me on the nightstand, a novel I had never heard of with a cover that showed a woman standing at the edge of a cliff, looking out at a stormy sea. I picked it up and settled into the chair by the window, the silk of my dress rustling against the upholstery.

Lily took off her glasses, but her face was still full of pleasure. "But this book, The Caged Bird and the Lion, is just magnificent. Even though it's fiction, the descriptions of Mafia family life are so real, it's like the author lived it." Lorenzo scoffed. "Boring fantasies. What do those writers know about the Mafia?" He reached for a file, but his eyes were drawn to the book Lily had placed on the table. The pages were open to a drawing of a white bird imprisoned in a golden cage, with a majestic lion standing outside.