Live By Night Book Novels & Stories

The night was dark. And the time is near. As we neared the building, the mouth of the living beast, I lay a small prayer in my lips. I stood at the end of the table, hands on the wood, staring at the skyscraper blueprint in front of me. The black ink lines showed where the Vipers lived. They were front companies during the day and drug dens at night. I was going to burn their neon pride to ashes tonight. "They think the night protects them," I said, cutting the silence. Everyone looked up at me. "But the night is ours."

While the doctors and nurses focused on keeping the patient's blood flowing, my assistant sewed up the wound. According to the narrator, the mother was shot by Ate, Daddy, and Mom. He and Papa were disputing about the money, and it was later revealed that Papa was involved in the drug trade. I'm not looking forward to returning to Papa Eat's place. Iyhana, don't worry; we'll merely take you to the lagoon where I'll finish my studies with Yhna. I remove my mask and gloves as soon as I enter the room and pull open the curtain.

TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter contains graphic and disturbing scenes from the perspective of a predatory character. It includes themes of obsessive desire, psychological grooming, and sexual content that may not be suitable or comfortable for all readers. Proceed with caution. *** Lilliane quickly got out of the taxi and didn’t bother waiting for change. She had no time to waste—she was certain someone was already after her. Her heart pounded rapidly, but she kept her movements calm so as not to panic or lose track of her plan.

Outside, everything was ice and frost Dorian’s version of safe. He had wanted her out of the city while the heat cooled. A dozen news cycles had passed since the trial, since the last arrest. But silence, she learned, was never safe; it was an echo chamber. She walked back to the desk. Highlighted the whole paragraph. Cut it. Typed again. “This book is not a confession. It is a record. Of power, of violence, of velvet and blood. And of the people who lived inside it some survived. Some did not.”

Rebel’s POV The problem with nights in the clubhouse is that they don’t really end. The music stops, the laughter fades, the bikers wander off to bed or to someone else’s—but the energy lingers like heat after a storm. It hums through the walls, through the floors, through my bones. And tonight, something feels wrong. I’m curled on my bed reading a dog eared book, the one Fang always pretends he doesn’t know I stole from his room years ago. The air is thick with the scent of oil and steel from the garage below, comforting in the way only home can be.

Night behaved differently in Marcus’s penthouse. It didn’t simply fall; it descended like velvet, sound-soft and heavy with intention. I had learned to listen for the small things that marked safety here—the soft whisper of the air system, the faint click of the private elevator doors, the distant river lights kind enough to be a promise. It was the kind of place people described when they wanted to mean, this is where a life could be kept whole.

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After all, you didn't have to hang up everything and that was nobody's business. When Eleanor turned to the next customer, Maddox slid to the side a little and then started on his own food. "Did you notice what was going on over in Florida?" Gian asked between bites. "You mean the thing with these animal rights activists, because of whom four people are now dead, but two cranes were able to escape the Venators?" Gian nodded. "But they weren't just any animal rights activists, the people were from Live for Animals." The piece of sausage caught in the air halfway to Maddox's mouth. "You are incinerating me."

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“She rejected him but it didn’t fully take because he didn’t use her title of Alpha Female when accepting. Fates brought her to our pack even in unkind circumstances. Anyway it turns out Daphne was in love with Jared all along when he heard of her condition he fled his pack after trying to challenge Daniel and met up with us. When we went to attack with all your help we were left with an unwelcome surprise. Daniel was Livie’s second chance mate but he had a Luna already. He openly told her he wanted her for the power she could bring. The war started, Livie killed the Luna then she fought the Alpha. She had her teeth around his throat and he shifted back and accepted her.” Growls were echoing