Live By Night Novels & Stories

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.

The siblings arrived earlier than expected. In a stroke of luck, they did not encounter heavy traffic on their way back. Claude and Vince slept in her bedroom while she busied herself with their dinner and game night food. Her brothers seldom crash at her place, so when they do, she makes sure that she makes their favorite food. For dinner, she whipped their family recipe of adobo. She also prepared buffalo wings for their game food.

“Broken night?” Janice questioned. She had been led in as usual, and sat, still cuffed, across the table from Byron. “Hmm?” Byron looked at her, appearing confused. “That's what my mom used to call it when nightmares or something kept waking you up— a broken night.” “Oh,” now he began to understand. “Yeah, it looks like you had one.” “You could say that for sure.” “That's okay, I did too. I was dreaming about Lacey all night, Lacey and that damn snake.”

as soon as the phone connected, Joanna asked in a low voice, "didn't you say everything's done? what's the matter with the Yates? "these seems to have been a little confusion, Joanna, and it has already been done. Last night, I was waiting for Elsa to get drunk, and then took her to room 3008, what was the Yates room number?" said the voice on the phone. "what? 3008!" Joanna said frantically. "it was 308!" she got Jamie slip a pill in Elsa's wine last night, and when she got drunk, he was supposed to send Elsa to producer lance's room!

“Were the specifics of the circle cast mentioned?” “Not that I know of,” Evander answers. “The Light of the Moon Circle,” Kristy suggests. “Say that’s what you cast. It’s fast and strong and could kill vampires.” She turns to me, eyes wide. “Which unfortunately happened.” “You’re faking my death now?” Lucas comes in through the back door, and Evander looks him up and down.

♪♪ Lily - Alan Walker, K-391, Emelie Hollow ✿✿✿ Los Angeles, USA, 2019 NIGHTS are so peaceful but mysterious. People take the opportunity of killing, kidnapping, smuggling and doing so many illegal things at night because it's not tumultuous at all. Also people throw most of the parties and peaceful events at night. Every night holds a mystery because of its darkness and opaqueness. I love nights for its mysterious but so clam ambience. No tumultus, no noise, no yelling, no beating and no fear. It's just so tranquil.

she said continuously without a breath. I successfully opened my door and closed it immediately. I slumped on the floor, the feel of my condo unit makes me always feel safe. "Who is that man, Calliana?! When I asked him where were you, he told me your safe and I shouldn't worry. And then I asked his name and girl, did you just have a one night stand with the most sought bachelor of 21st century?" she squealed. "Women will crawl and kneel for a one night stand with a Zeigler! A Zeigler, Calliana!"

In the mafia’s mansion….. WAKE UP. IT IS NINE IN THE MORNING; screamed a robotic voice from the device placed on the nightstand. After receiving no command to stop, the device repeated the same phrase at a higher volume. But this time, a giant muscular hand landed on the device, switching it off. And that was it. A slight movement of hands putting the alarm off, and the mafia was wide awake. Giving a light stretch to his body on the bed, he moved the duvet off his body and was soon standing on the floor, stretching his knuckles, neck, and arms, cracking all the walls of laziness in his body.

It seems simpler and straight to the point. “Well, what I was saying was, are you going out tonight?” It was Thursday night. No matter what day of the week, there was always something going on in the night life. Tonight, I knew of a few places where ladies drink free. It wasn’t like I needed free drinks, I was well off on my own, but I found these nights were one of the best to go hunting. For the most part, men would show up to ladies night, willing to pay the ten dollar cover because they figured there were lots of females crowding inside. They were right. While they thought they were choosing me, I was always choosing them.

Anyways, our night ended at around 11pm and we went to our respective rooms to sleep, after cleaning the living area that was filled with the pizza boxes. The morning came of my day, when I will be officially becoming the assistant to the business tycoon, playboy and handsome and a PERVERT, Mr Richard Matthews. Yup, from now on, it will be me, him and Ms Dawson. No no, scratch that. It will be him and Ms Dawsone making my life a living hell.