Live By Night Novels & Stories

Summary of In Just One Night Elijah Russo Elijah Russo had everything growing up, he need not work a damn day in his life, but that wasn't enough, he had to run the world and so he made it his life mission to get any and everything almost impossible to have, his. He's a lady's man, he has the body, the brains and he definitely has that junk in the trunk. He's heartless and doesn't do the same woman twice. Gianni Summer

Harper held her phone up and waited for me to respond. My life sucked at the moment. My parents had been out of town for well over a week and weren't coming back anytime soon. They were always going on these extravagant trips while me and Dillon, my stupid brother, got left behind. The worst part? When we got left behind, it was pizza every night for dinner or having dinner with the Creeds. I usually took the latter. I nodded. "Definitely. If I have to eat cold pizza one more night because Dillon forgets to tell me he ordered it in the first place, I'm going to kill him."

In the mornings, she served burgers and coffee at a fast food chain; by nightfall, she changed into a black dress to work as a waitress in an upscale restaurant-bar. She tried to forget that night. Tried to forget the man with cold eyes and burning touch. It was just survival, she reminded herself. Just money for Mama. But her body ached at the memory, and her mind wasn’t cooperating. She hadn’t told Tina. She didn’t need to. Some things you carry alone. It was a Friday night—busy, chaotic, and loud. She was assigned to the second floor that night, the VIP section with private rooms and wealth she never belonged in.

I said. He shrugged and mess his hair. “Just forget it.” “ We can wait for the sun if you want.” “ What do you prefer, day or night?” He asked and sip his lukewarm cola. “Night. Everything is prettier when everyone else is asleep.” I turned my head to him and notice how mysterious his eyes are. How he hides his sadness and how he carries the sound of his painful wars. “How about you, what do you prefer, day or -” “You.”

On the night Layla turned eighteen, she learned two things: betrayal stings worse when it’s public, and desire doesn’t care about rules. What began as a harmless birthday celebration ended with a single reckless choice—one that crossed lines, shattered loyalties, and bound her to the one man she was never supposed to want. Seven minutes was all it took to change everything. NIGHT CLUB The bass from the speakers slammed through the nightclub, vibrating the floor and rattling the walls of The Velvet Serpent. Red and purple neon lights sliced across the packed room, flashing over bodies pressed together, sweat-slick skin, polished leather, and glittering heels.

I would have preferred to be there but of course, I am never listened to, especially since about two years ago when I was told the faith of me inheriting my parents company relied on me getting married. Moving further into the room, I noticed a speech was being made by the organizer, something about the plans for the money that would be raised tonight, we both knew half of the money was going into paying for the loan they “allegedly” took for the last project their company participated in and that is why I won’t be donating until I strike a personal deal. Following the usual routine, I patted my breast pocket where the cheque for the occasion occupied and thought of the deal I’d try to strik

Nick's p.o.v; Finally, I completed my work and got out of the workplace successfully. When I attempted to book a cab as usual, I realised that my phone had been turned off. Now I'm looking for a bus station for a bus to head to my place. Anaheim is experiencing a frigid night it seems. The streets were illuminated with bright lights from billboards and shops, while others flickered with dim lights, causing me a headache. It's been three weeks since that night, and I know that seeing her again is impossible, but I'm still hoping to see her. It's crazy, I know.

After a night of binge watching old reruns of Friends and stuffing their faces with cake, Liviana wakes up feeling oddly refreshed and ready to start her day. Carefully, Liviana climbs out of bed, trying to not disturb Leona who lay beside her, having fallen asleep during their midnight movie marathon, taking up the majority of her bed. Not that Liviana was complaining. She was just pleased they had worked everything out.

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."

“But tonight, you rest. You’ve earned it.” Livia nodded, her fingers brushing the safehouse key. Dante’s threats, Russo’s ambush, the mole’s betrayal—they were moves on a board she was mastering.