More Than One Night Novels & Stories

She asked and I waved gesturing to myself. "I did it again! I got to close let him in, got clingy." I scold myself and she nods watching me. "I thought about him for so long, that's why I like one-night stands because you can fuck put on your clothes and walk out feeling satisfied." I bluntly ramble and she chuckles. "What was different about him?" She asked and I thought about our time together before shaking my head.

she grumbled loudly. Loud music is blasting everywhere, the night's still very young but there was already the awful yet sweet smell of cigarettes and alcohol in the air, because drunk and sweaty clubbers were everywhere, some were dancing on the dancefloor with their partners, and from the look of things I could tell most of them are one night partners -one nightstands. Well, what can I say? One nightstand is sorrow free, because there aren't gonna be any fuçking heartbreak.. relationships sucks big time.

It's not like it'll be the first time we'll be sharing a room together. Damon blinked furiously. "So you're planning on doing it again?" "If that's where the night leads us?..." She shrugged again. A longer silence followed. "What about us?" He whispered silently. "Us?" She finally twisted her neck to him. Damon kept his emotions neutral. "Yes, us being together?" "It was just a night. Don't attach much importance to..." "And the morning after that?" "So?" "And the next night?" "Okay?" "And the ones after those nights?" Bianca fully turned around.

“Twenty nights,” Kai Lennox murmured against Damien’s lips as they stumbled out of the elevator and into the penthouse at 11:49 p.m. The words felt heavy, almost sacred. Twenty nights of the same addictive rhythm, and yet tonight it felt different deeper, more settled, like the pattern had finally locked into place and refused to be broken.

"It's been close. Not all the way. There's a night coming... soon, one day, maybe two... when it sits right over the center with no growing left in it. That's the night. The only one. Miss it and it's another month." "And we don't have a month," I said. "Because Corvus is a day or two behind us." "Yes." So that was that. The night the moon finished and the night Corvus came were going to be the same night, because nothing in three lives had ever once let me have one hard thing by itself. "Tell me what we actually do," I said. "Plain. No old words." Maren looked at the three of us.

she grumbled loudly. Loud music is blasting everywhere, the night's still very young but there was already the awful yet sweet smell of cigarettes and alcohol in the air, because drunk and sweaty clubbers were everywhere, some were dancing on the dancefloor with their partners, and from the look of things I could tell most of them are one night partners -one nightstands. Well, what can I say? One nightstand is sorrow free, because there aren't gonna be any fuçking heartbreak.. relationships sucks big time.

I said, trying to sound stern. River rolled her eyes again. "Oh, Raini, don't be such a worrywart. It was just one night, and it's not like we're going to have sex again, well one night stand and maybe sex" I raised an eyebrow at her. "Wait, what do you mean you're not going to have a one night stand a again but maybe sex? You're dating him now." River shrugged. "Well, it's not really a one night stand if we're going to have sex again, is it?"

“I am not-” “The moment I bared myself in front of you…” His breezily spoken words made me wonder where that moment was going. “The moment we held each other naked…” His eyes kept touring my face in a rather provoking way. The seduction in his expressions worried me. “That very moment when you and I shared a bed… That was when you became mine.” “That was a one-night stand, Alessandro,” I retorted, and my body wiggled in an attempt to get out of this trap.

"I wondered if you'd ever get there. If we'd ever get to a place where I could say it and you could just — hold it. Without checking it for hidden terms." "Do you still wonder?" I ask. "No," he says. Simply. "No, I don't wonder anymore." "Good," I say. Outside the stars. Inside the warmth. The girls sleeping down the hall. Gerald on his side of the bed, already committed to his position, twitching in his dog-dream. "Twenty-one nights," I say quietly. "Twenty-one nights," he says. "Plus Night Twenty-Two." "Plus Night Twenty-Two." "Plus everything after."

Mia glanced at her watch, her expression apologetic. "I should get going," she said, standing up from the couch. "I have a night shift tomorrow, and my boss won't let me leave early." I nodded understandingly, knowing how demanding Mia's job could be.