Movie White Nights Novels & Stories

I huffed rolling my eyes. "Talk about me as if I'm not here" I muttered "I like where your head is" Malcolm said nodding "I wanna watch a movie. Where are the CDs?" I asked standing up "In my room under the nightstand" Nathan said to me. I turned on my heel walking into the room over to the nightstand. The CDs were there stacked neatly so I grabbed them looking through them for awhile then I saw a movie called 'Why did I get married' and another called 'Diary of a Mad Black Woman'. I took them both turning on the TV then set up the DVD player as well. After putting the CD in, I went for some snacks seeing Malcolm editing his video he made today while Nathan was on the porch watching the rain

He was gone, Asher Blackwood was gone! “Shit.” I cursed out loud, scurrying towards his booth as the fear of him being a dine-and-dasher filled me greatly. Thankfully he wasn’t one of those, as I spotted a wad of cash on the table, a sigh of relief escaped me as I grabbed onto the dollar notes when my eye caught a note inbetwen one of them. “‘MOOSOON CREEK”’ was all it said.

" I put the scissors down and looked out the window. My daughter's death was a thorn buried deep in my heart. Even mentioning it made my heart ache. Yet somehow, I couldn't stop myself from telling Katie these things. I smiled at her. "Do you want to hear my story?" My name was Yvonne Stewart. I used to be the daughter of the Silver Moon Pack's Alpha. My childhood friend was the only son of the former Dark Wood Pack's Alpha. His name was Shane Lewis. Our two packs had been close allies for generations. Our parents shared a deep friendship, yet he and I never got along.

No ONE! As his secretary, it’s my job to examine and conduct a background check, about the full details of his possible patients. “Fill the glass.” his voice that's cold as ice. A heart of stone. I poured his glass with the 1945 Romanee Conti. He slightly glances at the glass. “We will be having a new moon tomorrow, Secretary Lee. Give me the cards.” I placed the briefcase on the table. He took the wine glass, looking afar while twirling the glass of wine. I carefully placed his request on the table.

But Ethan could not see me. The interrogation finally began properly. Brownlow sat across from him calmly. “Start talking.” Ethan cried heavily while shaking uncontrollably. “Ever since I did it, I have not slept peacefully,” he confessed brokenly. “I keep having nightmares every night.” Brownlow stared at him coldly. “Ever since you did what?” Ethan lowered his head completely. “It was not supposed to happen this way.” “Answer the question.” Tears streamed heavily down his face. “I needed money,” he cried. “Loan sharks were after me. They threatened my mother.”

Silver Lake was the next town over, where they had a mall and an actual air-conditioned movie theater with four screens instead of nothing but a lame drive-in. The thought of the movie theater gave Miranda an idea. “Hey, you want to go to a movie?” “Nothing playing here except that kiddie movie and the one about the old people,” Tad said. “Not here,” Miranda said. “Silver Lake. I think Rambo is still there.” “I saw it already,” Billy said. “I haven’t,” Tad said. “I had to work the night you and Owen and R.J. went.” The memory seemed to annoy him. Good, Miranda thought. Maybe he’ll get pissed enough about it to leave Billy behind.

I pulled the door of my vehicle open, put the top down and spun out of there as quick as I could. Feeling the cool breeze of Miami Vice, I passed by the King's Club and looked at it for what could possibly be the final time. I passed by the crystal blue inlet and the people wading their boats in it. There were few cars lingering around at the time and even at 2:30AM, Miami was usually a noisy place. Stopping at a red light, I looked down at the handgun in the passenger's seat next to me. It stood there, its silver gleaming into my eyes. Would I use that weapon tonight? Would I have the heart to?

Their eyes locked onto the new group, their faces empty and hungry. “We’ve been waiting,” Nadia said, her voice slow and deliberate, as her smile stretched wider. And this time, it wasn’t just Jake who felt it. It was all of them. WildWood was hungry. The air was thick with an unnatural stillness as the group stood frozen in place. Nadia’s twisted figure lingered just beyond the trees, her hollow eyes gleaming in the pale moonlight. Behind her, the other figures — Mark, Dylan, Willy — shifted in the darkness, their forms barely more than fleeting shadows. The hollow emptiness of their faces was a grotesque mockery of the friends they had once been.

“I am not sure what women like.” Tru smiles, “Lucky for you when we get back to my home Brittany and I do a movie night. It might help you with ideas.” “What’s a movie night?” Tru laughs. It isn’t directed at me and her smile is sweet, “I’m sorry. I should’ve remembered you wouldn’t know what that was.” Tru pauses for a moment to think, “A movie is like a play that is recorded so you can watch it anytime. Brit and I do movie nights once a month. We buy food you will probably hate, watch a sappy love story, and then sometimes an old movie that we make up new lines for the characters to say. It’s a lot of fun.”

he said. “Well, that is because the temple only appears during nighttime when there is a moon. The Moon Armulet inside the temple only makes it appear at night and it seems like today’s moon is the last before a new moon rises” he explained. “Which means we have to go there today right?” Emily weakly said and I saw Tharros nod his head in conformation. “But you are not strong enough Emily. You need to rest” I worriedly reminded her but she was stubborn.