Novel & Cerita Mr Green From The Night Before

Monday morning came as sunlight slipped lazily through the curtains, catching in golden streaks across the mansion’s marble floor. Everything felt unhurried, almost serene. Luna had woken earlier than usual. She sat on the edge of her bed, hair loosely tied, sipping her coffee while scrolling through her schedule for the day. Normally, Mondays were the busiest — back-to-back meetings, reports, and constant calls from Bryan’s office. But today… she didn’t feel the usual tension. Maybe it was because her weekend was filled with fireworks, laughter, and lots of self care the massage made her feel very comfortable.

~Adrian~ Waking up to the insistent ringing of my phone, I squinted my eyes open weakly as I yawned. Stretching my hands towards the table, I grabbed my phone, pulling it close to my ear as I answered coldly, “Yes.” “Good morning Mr. Steele, we apologize for the flight delay. It was a misinformation; you’re set to take off by twelve-thirty this afternoon,” the director of the airport stated. Hearing his words, I ended the call abruptly, as I kept my phone aside. Looking to the side of the bed, my eyes widened in disbelief as I was met with an empty bed.

"Aaahhh! Morgan." "Yes... Jessica." Tonight, there is a great battle between a couple who reach the peak of their pleasure on this serene night.

Somewhat calmly, I took Mori's hand and squeezed it, in a quiet comfort that was only meant to give him some peace. I didn't imagine that would be enough to shed a few tears. Quietly we arrived at his apartment, he adjusted the sofa bed and I told him I still didn't want to sleep. The apartment was no longer filled with boxes, but was arranged like a typical single man's room. I smiled when I saw the video games, the giant TV and decided to go with the flow: we decided to do a marathon of the scary game saga. We had fun, until we were tired, the passing of the bills at such a horrendous night that we had, without imagining that the morning would be worse.

# 73 The following morning broke bright and clear, yet Camille’s heart felt shrouded in gray clouds. She had woken from a restless sleep, After a shower and a hasty breakfast, she found herself standing before her maid, Irene, who was dusting the shelves in the living room. Camille watched Irene for a while before approaching her, she had been at Camille's side for years, almost a sister figure, and Camille felt an immediate regret for their earlier argument.

His phone beeped and it was Ron calling. "Sir everything is set for our departure," Ron informed him. Get the maids to come for our bags," Damian said and immediately he hang up Maya walked in. As if he didn’t exist, she walked passed him to her traveling bag and zipped it shut. Two maids walked in a wheeled the bag out of the room. All this time the couple hadn’t even exchanged a glance. Maya walked to the dressing table to check if everything was ok with her and that was when her eyes met a pool of broken glass stained with blood. Her eyes slowed moved up to look at the source of the blood.

“I’m sorry it has to be this way.” “He doesn’t have to know you,” the friend added, and the rest of what she said was hushed because they were whispering to each other. Graham missed it completely. “I have no choice. I’ve tried other methods,” the pretty blond said in the end. Graham didn’t dare to approach them at that time, but after hearing the woman would be back the next day, he made sure to return. He easily spotted her, this time, wearing a red dress. She was sitting at the bar, alone, looking nervous, and already red-faced from several shots of gin. When he took the stool beside her, he introduced himself.

The next morning came like punishment itself. The halls of Blackwood University reeked of disinfectant, fear, and burnt magic. Word of last night’s chaos had already spread like wildfire, whispered through every corridor and dorm room by trembling lips. Scarlet stood half-awake in her nightwear ... an oversized black shirt that barely covered her thighs ... her hair messy, lips still faintly stained red from the party. Mira stood beside her, wide-eyed and silent, while Grey sat slumped in a chair across the office, one arm bandaged and his jaw bruised to hell.

FIRST SECRET NIGHT Mom left for her errand and didn’t come back for hours. By the time the front door clicked shut behind her that evening, the apartment felt charged with electricity. Marcus had spent the afternoon “working” from his laptop in the living room, but his eyes followed me everywhere I went, dark, possessive, promising.

We went out a side door into the garden. The garden was big and well kept. There were rows of vegetables and fruit trees in the back. In the middle of the lawn there was a table with two chairs. A woman sat at one of them with her back to me. She was wearing a blue dress and her hair was dark and long. She didn’t turn around when we came out. “Mrs. Montenegro,” the woman said. “Mr. Montenegro is here.” The woman at the table didn’t move. “Thank you Marta. You can go back inside.”