Movie White Nights Novels & Stories

Meredith cocked her head to the side as she asked about their destination. “Isn’t Saturday Movie Night?” Brayden asked as a response to her question and also cocked his head to the side. He looked more confused than she felt. He blinked once as Meredith registered what he was saying. “Movie Night…? Movie Night. Oh! Yes, it is. Meredith finally understood. She vaguely remembered Brayden telling her that he would accompany her on movie night. Suddenly another realization hit her and her facial expression changed as she scrunched her nose and twisted her lip. Movie theaters were notoriously cold. Meredith was not dressed to walk down Michigan Ave. with the chill creeping up her arms and legs le

"Do you see." The Diner is still the same building. Square, flat, long glass windows. But now it glows with the same pale light as the moon. In fact the moon, the giant cold wolf moon, by some trick of the eye, seems to hover directly above it. The glass windows ripple like water.

If he hogged it, I wouldn’t know. The movie tonight wasn’t a scary one. It was some romance movie that Nadia picked out. According to the synopsis, it was light-heated, wouldn’t cause any pain or tension which I’d appreciate after a long, unfortunate day. I started pouring the whiskey into the red plastic cups and heard a gasp that was unmistakably from Shane. “Easy. It’s just spicy juice.” “You drink alcohol on movie night?” He asked, his tone incredulous. “Oh, you sweet thing!” Agnes said while Nadia ruffled his hair like he was a little puppy dog. He went red again.

and said that it was also specially designed to accommodate medical scenes if I had any particular medical fetish. He then showed me to the movie room, which was set up like an indoor movie theatre with stadium seating and leather seating. He pointed to a voting board where I could add a movie suggestion or vote on one that had been suggested. He grinned as he casually said that p**n night started after 10 pm on Friday and Saturday. He nudged me playfully as he explained that the seats were designed to be easily cleaned.

I was scared, though, of being alone at night in the same house where my father had been murdered. "I didn't know what you liked watching, so..." Nicholas referred to the TV with a slight shift of his hand. He was going through a list of movies on N*****x, his muscular back right in front of my hungry eyes. He was still standing, but he had removed his jacket and his boots. His biceps had my hands itching to touch them. To trace every tattoo on them while he grunted in pleasure. "I figured since we'll be here for a while, why not enjoy a movie and get to know each other?" His calmness made me question my racing heartbeat. His presence alone made my legs jelly.

“But before you, it was moss green—like the hills back home.” “Mine’s blue too,” I admitted. “Fitting, right?” We toasted our matching favorites with playful head nods. “Favorite movies?” he countered. “Almost Famous,” I said, smiling at the thought of van life soundtracks. “The Big Lebowski,” he answered without skipping a beat—“That white Russian scene gets me every time.”

~Maya~ Walking down the street, I delved deep in my thoughts. I had just booked a flight to California, luckily there was one more seat available. I wanted to forget everything, I was tired of the hurt I had to endure. Deep down, I hoped it was unreal. I hoped I’d wake up from this nightmare, but reality had other plans for me. Reminiscing on past events, I couldn’t help but wonder, what pictures Andrew talked about earlier. What really happened last night. I was sure as hell I was with Katherine until she left to use the bathroom.

“It’s only the beginning of a good life, Mrs. Denver.” The evening went on smoothly as we dined under the stars on the upper deck. The candlelights flickered between us, and the sound of the stream brought out sweet melodies. After dinner, we had an intense lovemaking session until Jess could no longer feel her body move. Her tiredness made me chuckle as I covered her up in some sheets and made my way outside to enjoy the rest of the night. But as I stepped out of the door leading to the upper deck, I felt a cold metal pointed at my head.

Oh God, now. I open one eye a chink and get an eyeful of beige duvet. Ah yes. I remember the beige duvet from last night. Clearly the ex-wife took all the White Company Egyptian cotton and he went to the nearest Linen for Divorced Men store. My head is throbbing, and after a moment the beige starts to shimmer in front of my eyes. So I close them and roll onto my back. I haven’t had a one-night stand in a long time. A looooong time. I’ve forgotten how they go. Awkward kiss? Exchange numbers? Coffee?

She was more involved in her group and I had been enjoying Elena’s company. It was a frigid night, an icy breeze blew soundlessly. The snowflakes descended upon the landscape forming a blanket on the ground. I was peering outside the frosty window. Nothing but the white blankets concealing the grass and an almost ten feet long post stood with its feet under that thick white covering with a glimmering golden globe over its head. A man was strolling in circles, layered with clothes, under the pitch-black starred sky. It was probably Mr. Melling, he was the gatekeeper of our home and one of the most delightful members of the staff.