Movie Nights In White Satin Novels & Stories

The moon was a cruel witness to Serena’s insomnia. It hung over the Moretti estate like a pale, judging eye, illuminating the cold reality she couldn’t escape. For hours, she had paced her room, the silk of her nightgown whispering against her legs, a sound that felt too loud in the suffocating silence.

I slip the cloak from my shoulders, revealing the sheer white silk gown. "I am ready," I whisper. My Father drops his cloak revealing his fervidness. It was the night of the Blood Moon. The night my Father would take my purity. "So beautiful," he whispers. He gazed at my breasts encased in the sheer white silk glowing in the red atmosphere. My nipples ached and pushed through the softness. He pushed it off my shoulders, and the silk floated to the ground in a puddle of iridescent red. I took my place on the flatness, and he positioned himself between my thighs.

It depended on my father's answers. "You seem lost. Are you still worried about that incident?" she asked me, extending her hand to gently pat the back of mine. "It's just that this night is so weird," I commented, taking a bite from the freshly baked bread and dipping it in the homemade salsa. "Hmm! Tonight it's going to be very weird. It is said that it's the white scream night because the moon suddenly turned full, even when it wasn't supposed to be a full moon," she explained, pointing her finger at the sky. I followed her arm and saw the stars shining, giving the crescent moon a full appearance as they surrounded it.

she lied but then she noticed that Kenneth seemed to consider her words. “Ten minutes, Sabrina. You have ten minutes to clean and then you have to leave,” he said. "Of course," she promised that she would only take a short time to clean since she still needed to do something else. The color combination made the room darker, so she replaced them with white. Then, she adjusted the drapes and opened to the window to let the cool breeze inside. She knew that Kenneth would be so busy to notice that his window was open. She heard from the news that there would a full moon tonight. He wanted Kenneth to see the same moon because she would be watching it tonight as well.

Zack couldn’t resist—especially when Amy was like this. Amy was the first to enter the bathroom, leaving the door slightly ajar. She threw Zack a teasing glance as she let her clothes fall to the floor. “I’m waiting, Hon,” she called out as she settled herself into the hot tub. Moments later, the bathroom door slowly opened. She saw Zack standing there, staring at her as if she were the most important thing in the world. He stepped inside, his eyes filled with desire. “You look so hot today, Mrs. Delgado,” Zack said in a husky voice as he slowly removed his polo shirt. His toned physique sent shivers through Amy.

Earning two hundred thousand dollars a month was definitely worth it. "Dreaming about me?" Adrian asked, disrupting my thoughts. Scoffing in disgust, I squinted my eyes open, glaring at him, "Can you just hush?" "Why? Afraid you'll fall for me if I keep talking?" Oh gosh! This guy is even more annoying than a second grader. What did I do to cross paths with such an idiot! Forcing a smile, I took in deep breaths to calm my nerves. "This is a five hour flight. Would it kill you to be quiet just for that much?"

Gavin and I had been married for almost a year, but he always treated me rudely. I looked at the door, still closed as before. Maybe tonight Gavin would come home late as usual. The water on my face turned sad at the thought of the fact that tonight would pass in vain. Okay, I'm okay. Everything will be fine. Even tonight will probably be the same as the previous night; you don't have to be sad. I tried to strengthen myself. Fifteen minutes passed; I turned off the light and decided to sleep on the bed after the room lights were turned off. The 7X9 room was completely dark, apart from a little light source from the window vent.

And now here I was, in a stranger’s bed, except he wasn’t just any stranger. He was Zachary Moreau. I didn’t belong here. I didn’t belong anywhere near him. Quietly, I slid out of bed, careful not to wake him. My dress was on the floor, wrinkled and missing a strap. My heels were by the door. My dignity was somewhere in between. I got dressed as fast as I could, ignoring the sting of tears pressing behind my eyes. This wasn’t me. I wasn’t the kind of girl who went to parties, who drank too much, who ended up in a billionaire’s penthouse without remembering how she got there.

Joseph's lips trembled as he tried to speak. "Please... Please calm down." "Calm down?" Betty's laugh was sharp and bitter, her makeup twisted in anger. "I turned down rich guys for you, and now, you're telling me you're broke?!" In a sudden rage, she lunged and grabbed Joseph by the throat. "Give me the money! I know you've got some hidden away!" The medical staff rushed to pry her off as Joseph gasped for air, his face turning from ashen to a deep shade of purple.

Sofia The Moonveil Gala glittered like a fantasy spun from gold and lies. Every detail screamed perfection—the chandeliers that shimmered overhead like crystal constellations, the gowns that flowed like rivers of silk, the laughter that curled through the air like perfume. But none of it touched me. I stood in the center of it all, wrapped in crimson satin, my body still but my heart pounding behind the armor I wore too well. This night was supposed to be mine.