Movie Nights In White Satin Novels & Stories

----- Marriott Hotel entrance Amy Bond had just opened the car door when a pink figure rushed towards her. "Lady, if you don't hurry, the show will be over!" Amy Bond gave Matthew Qin, who was dressed flamboyantly, a kick. "Lower your voice; Scarlett White is sleeping!" "Scarlett White is here too?" Matthew Qin turned his head and saw Scarlett White sitting in the passenger seat. She was wearing a red deep V-neck dress with black hair cascading down, creating a stark visual contrast with her fair skin. Even someone like him, accustomed to the world of glamour, couldn't help feeling a bit fascinated.

Tonight was meant to be a night of joy. The Blood Moon Festival had arrived, and for once, I intended to savor it. No battles, no ominous visions, no threats from ancient spirits or cursed witches. Just the sound of laughter, music flowing through the air, wine warming my throat, and maybe a quiet dance beneath the stars with Alpha Ellison. I pulled back the heavy velvet drapes, letting the pale moonlight spill into my chambers, catching the glint of my dress laid out across the bed. A rich crimson, woven from satin and lace, crafted perfectly for the occasion.

MARCELLO It was at the darkest time of the night that she usually came out to swim in the river, and I would watch as her clothes would fall to the ground, exposing her skin like milk. The first time I saw her, I was high up in an oak tree, watching out for intruders as it was my turn that night. As soon as I sighted her, my first instinct was to attack, but the moon cast its silver glow on her face and I was stopped in my tracks. I had simply not seen anything like her before. Her grey eyes caught the moonlight beautifully and, at that moment, all I wanted to do was to watch her exist.

Did I want cotton or silk or flannel or satin? I yawned again, my eyes watering so much that I could hardly see the screen on my phone. When I looked over at the clock, I was shocked. Somehow, I’d gotten to almost two in the morning. Feeling guilty when I was supposed to be resting, I set the phone beside me. I’d narrowed my bedding options down to two choices. I either wanted the cherry blossoms with a set of beautiful crisp white cotton sheets lined in intricate lace, or I wanted that duvet with the beach on it and a set of pale teal satin sheets.

Satine. Aldric groaned, sitting sinking into the chair as he read the text message. How was he going to do this? His eyes scanned the room, the tangled covers messed up bed sheets. Rhett scent hanging in the air. He rested his head into the palm of his hands. Should I tell him? What would he think? What does Satine mean? Why the blood moon?He scooped up his phone and began typing out a text to her. “Why the blood moon? What does that matter/” He asked her.

The second was the sound of moans coming from somewhere towards the bedroom, and the third was the sound of a bed creaking rhythmically. The first thought Sabrina had was that this was just a bad dream, maybe the entire day was a dream, she refused to believe that Kyler would ever do this. Maybe he was watching a movie? But the moaning got louder, her eyes lingered on the bra on the table and she heard a female voice yelling about how she was getting ’closer.’ Unsteady on her feet, she followed the sounds. She slammed open the door to her fiancé’s room and with wide eyes took in the sight of her fiancé pounding into her best friend.

One month later, the estate did not look like a fortress. It looked like a kingdom. Silver lanterns lined the marble pathways. White roses cascaded down carved pillars. The full moon hung high and round above the mountain skyline, bathing everything in soft, sacred light. Inside her chamber, Violetta stood before the mirror. White silk flowed from her shoulders to the floor, hugging her waist before cascading into delicate layers. The gown shimmered faintly when she moved—stitched with silver thread that caught the moonlight like scattered stars.

The atmosphere in the suite on the top floor of the penthouse was filled with the scent of ownership and a still-fresh happiness. The soft moonlight shone through the large glass wall, bathing the pure white four-poster bed in the center of the room, making it look like an altar in a temple of dreams. Lalisa sat on the bed in a light and beautiful ivory satin-silk nightgown, like a goddess. Her eyes sparkled with happiness and anticipation.