Live By Night Novels & Stories

At dawn, I will walk out of the club a brand new person. I will let go tonight. Nightlife will change me. What is the Nightlife, even— most might ask. But I am sure a fair amount of people are well aware of this term; it is another name for entertainment. Persons who tend to enjoy their nights with various sorts of entertainment like dance, music, and liquor-party are known as night owls. Nightlife is specifically for adults’ enjoyment, to party and chill out in gatherings with friends. It incorporates bars, parties, nightclubs, pubs, music-DJ, Cinemas, theater, and various adult entertainments. It is costly and charges a membership fee, and it is operated from evening to early morning hours

"The car is downstairs. I'll have the driver take you home." I said, "I can take a cab—" "The driver will take you," he interrupted, his tone leaving zero room for argument. "Tomorrow night is the gala. You need to sleep." He turned on his heel and walked toward his private office without looking back, the heavy door clicking shut behind him, leaving me alone in the blue light of the presentation screen. An hour later, I sat on the edge of my bed in my quiet, dark apartment. The rain had finally stopped, leaving the city outside dead quiet. I opened my leather notebook, my pen hovering over the blank white page for a long, painful minute.

Present From October to November 2016 The night of the charity dinner had arrived, to my utter bewilderment, it was in an elegant place, an amazing place that was everything we had always been taught as glamorous, elegant and luxurious. He had no idea if he had paid for that with the money he managed to steal from the company or it was something he did at an earlier time. We didn't know anything about his background before he got his hands on this city's underworld again.

The screen displayed photos—images of Sabrina in bed with unfamiliar men. Sabrina’s knees buckled, and she fell back onto the wet ground. The cold seeped into her bones, but it was nothing compared to the icy disbelief and horror coursing through her. “I didn’t… I didn’t sleep with them. I didn’t do any of this!” she sobbed, her voice cracking. “It was Reliana. It was Charlotte and Kyler. I swear, I—” “Don’t you dare lie about my daughter!” Harrison thundered, his voice laced with finality.

“It’s only the beginning of a good life, Mrs. Denver.” The evening went on smoothly as we dined under the stars on the upper deck. The candlelights flickered between us, and the sound of the stream brought out sweet melodies. After dinner, we had an intense lovemaking session until Jess could no longer feel her body move. Her tiredness made me chuckle as I covered her up in some sheets and made my way outside to enjoy the rest of the night. But as I stepped out of the door leading to the upper deck, I felt a cold metal pointed at my head.

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.

I ran until I couldn't run anymore, until I found myself standing in front of The Riverside Hotel three blocks away. The kind of place Damien and I couldn't afford but that businesspeople expensed without thinking about it. The lobby was all marble and gold accents. At the front desk, a young woman with perfect makeup smiled at me. "Can I help you?" "I need a room." My voice sounded distant. "Just for tonight." She didn't ask about luggage or why I looked like death. She just processed my credit card and handed me a key leading to Room 412. I made it inside, locked the door, and collapsed against it.

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.

"We don't have time anymore, Josh. We're running low. Diaz's long arm is hunting down Andrea as we speak, and you want time? We've used up all the time we can ever afford, and you and I both know that if we're going to save this girl, this could be our last night in the King's Club for awhile." Taking a seat in one of the leather chairs, I put my head down, closed my eyes and thought of what I was actually doing. My world as I knew it could collapse and I could even die tonight. Why was I so frightened of something like this when I was able to rob banks, deal drugs and kill men when all this was in fact about a girl I didn't know? A martini was placed at my table. Mario took a seat beside me

Being here has never been a mistake, Richard.” Sarah squirmed as his hand went deeper into her throat and his blue eye balls moved threatingly in hers. “Hell no! It has not and will never be.” Richard snarled back as he tightened his grip under her throat. “Not when am willing to make the remaining few hours of your existence long but painful. Your kind only look their best when they’re in their graves. I fear the phrase ‘life well spent’ isn’t meant for your kind. Every cop has one or two things separating them from morality, so, Lucifer won’t be disappointed meeting you above,” he barked, looking at the two red eyes that poked out in pains. This was the first time Richard was wordy.