Live By Night Novels & Stories

“Karma is a bitch. I hope Nathan filled her up and got her pregnant out of wedlock since it was her desire to be filled with his cum. There is a good chance that Mr. Hendricks will take her if she doesn’t want to go stay with Nathan. What am I saying? Nathan might want the two of them.” That was all I said, and then I left the living room. I pulled out my phone and navigated to the Desires of the Night website, where I could rent a man. No way will I be sleeping with a man who is too old for me. As I chose the man I wanted, the app asked me about my size preferences: tall or short, muscular or not. This made me blush as I chose the man I wanted. Regrettably, they did not show me the man’s pi

•• Charlotte’s POV ••• “Char, since you’ll be busy with wedding preparations and such, why don't we celebrate your last single night tonight?” Livie suggested to me. “And how are we going to celebrate my last single night?” I asked. “Of course we’ll go to a bar or club!” she said excitedly. I rolled my eyes and laughed. Of course we’d go to a bar or club. That was Livie’s definition of ‘celebration’ - going to a bar or club and getting drunk.

Scar felt like an anchor pulling her in the darkness,a kind of stability she held onto it falling into a deep sleep. The morning news was lit,as news of an attack at the Alors apartment,down to the Malkovs fort. “What exactly is going on,are we somehow caught in a battle between the rich without knowing” “The attack was aimed at Ethan Malcom,I mean it's understandable with recent incidents that the rich are engaged in a kind of battle” “Battle they are all connected to Lisa,he's Ethan,her supposed fiance” “She's going after everyone” “What are you saying, someone who's insane,she's also a victim”

Can't live in a world wher e Damien Cross isn't in it. Night Twenty. And everything ends tonight. One way or another.

Seeing her smile, Natalie was reminded of the unsightly scenes from half a month ago. She didn't even want to spare her a glance. Natalie turned to Sienna and asked, "Sienna, what's the job?" "Natalie, you haven't walked on the runway for a long time, right? Tonight, All Night Manor has a night show. Get ready," Sienna said with a friendly smile. "Sienna, All Night Manor is a nightclub!" Natalie exclaimed in shock. They wanted her to do a show there?! All Night Manor was a famous nightclub in Novarisia, a luxurious venue with high-end clientele. It was a favorite gathering place for the wealthy and decadent youth of Paykston, and a place filled with countless shady dealings.

That Night Copyright © K.I. Lynn This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. This work is copyrighted. All rights are reserved. Apart from any use as permitted under the Copyright Act 1968, no part may be reproduced, copied, scanned, stored in a retrieval system, recorded or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without prior written permission of the author.

The sun descended down as the darkness took over the sky glowing the city with lights under the starry sky. People started to drive back home after a day full of work and the city is bustling with traffic. So is Ralph’s territory. Though his fort is isolated from the city, the night life inside is always so lively and exciting with clubs and casinos crowded by wild people who are in heat and desperate for entertainment but none of the joy and fun reached the woman who is standing outside the Onyx.

Livia stepped into The Boomer’s Club, one of the most popular nightclubs in town, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor. The place was alive with deafening music, flashing neon lights, and the chaotic energy of people dancing, drinking, and indulging in their vices. As her eyes scanned the room, she quickly sought out a dark, inconspicuous corner, a spot where she could drown in her thoughts without being easily recognized. The last thing she wanted was to wake up tomorrow and find her face splashed all over the tabloids with wild rumors about her night out.

Night Riders often turned evil eyes on the Night eagles for their strength, control and power. Life for life and blood for blood. They have practiced enough of the mafia rule and suffered their losses. How much longer? Nikolas was about to call the shots because the very night Juliet had told him she had been shooting off suspicious stares around her. Somebody was following them. Though he brushed her statements away calling them as only her illusions to ease her, he knew very well her notions were not baseless.

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.