Night A Novel Novels & Stories

No photos were in the phone gallery, and only Ivy's contacts had numbers. "How many things and moments have I forgotten? Are there people I've forgotten too? Why does it feel like every day I feel a tightness and longing that is difficult to express? I also frequently see a man's silhouette in this house. Who is that man, exactly? What is his face like, and how does he relate to me?" There are so many questions in Olivia's mind. *** On the other hand, on a dark night with heavy snowfall, Zayden's soldiers were still desperately trying to fight with the enemy. Exchanging fire and fighting head-on.

Her name resonated off his ribcage like an open sore. --- Nathaniel's Study — 3:00 A.M. The room reeked of stale smoke and remorse. Nathaniel was sprawled across his massive oak desk, a whiskey glass nearly full near his elbow. The fire spat, but he'd yet to add another log. Outside, the world slept under a shroud of mist. And here, in this room, so did he. She'd told him she worked nights. She'd told him she did it for her brother.

No wonder, I’m being called names, oh God, I really am I gold digger. “Everything will be fine, I just need to take you to see my parents and the board of directors at the company and all will be good, Capiche.” Ethan reasoned. “ Capiche? I’m not going to see your parents! I don’t think you understand, I’m just a secretary in an almost bankrupt company, nobody knows me. I like that nobody knows me, and now I’ll never be able to buy hotdogs on the street or have silent walks in the park or even take the bus without being started at - best case scenario, I’ll never know peace again!!” I erupted and he flinched, now I felt bad, this wasn’t his fault alone.

Just the certainty of who stood beside you when difficult things arrived. Outside, night deepened slowly beyond the windows. Inside, laughter and arguments tangled together upstairs while warm light filled the rooms below. And the house held all of it within its walls. The noise. The peace. The love. The things worth protecting. End of Chapter One Hundred and Nineteen

A tall figure stood at the foot of my bed, reeking of alcohol. In an instant, I was dragged back into that nightmare. But this time, I wouldn’t be afraid. The moment Winson appeared, the comments surged like a flood. [Ahhh, the male lead’s finally here. That face—I'm obsessed.] [Not just handsome, he’s got insane stamina too. Seven times in one night. She’s living the dream.] Seven times in one night? What did that make me? A sex doll?

A space that could be inhabited at the pace she set. The first night was hard in the way that Leo had said the first nights were hard: Nadia woke at two in the morning with a cry that was not quite a nightmare sound but was in the same territory, and Jack was up before he had fully woken, moving toward her room on instinct, which surprised him because instinct was not a mode he had previously identified in himself.

I bid them goodbye with the promise of letting them know how the conversation with Nova goes and if she is okay when she wakes up. I walk into the kitchen afterwards, with the intention of grabbing a beer from the fridge, when I hear movement. “Nikolai…?” *** Nova I’m running through the darkened halls of North Star Orphanage, and every time I just reach the exit, I get pulled back by silver chains and strung up. What the hell! Did telling Nikolai spring these nightmares on me?! Why is this happening?!

Benjamin contributed intelligently, his insights sharp and pragmatic. By the time we wrapped up, I had to admit he’d made a good first impression. But first impressions could be deceiving. In this business, nothing was ever as simple as it seemed and i had learned the hard way. ~ ~ ~ ~ Natalia's POV: The glow of the clock on the nightstand read 3:15 a.m. when I blinked awake, the faint chill of the Moscow night creeping under the thick covers. It was funny how few days ago the whether had been a bit sunny and now it was snowing up ar storm.

Ranger Station – Just Before Dawn Clara hadn’t slept. She sat at her desk surrounded by books — some borrowed from the Terrell Historical Society, others from the dusty back shelves of the town’s near-forgotten library, and one, far older, bound in worn deer hide. It was a gift. Left anonymously at her door six months ago. No note. No return address. Only a title burned into the cover in no language she could read. But tonight, when she flipped to its center, the same split tree symbol was there.

CHLOE’S POV Night settled differently this time. Not like a blanket, not like softness. More like a reminder that everything we’d discussed earlier, everything we were afraid of, everything we were planning… wasn’t going away. The lights in the penthouse dimmed to a soft glow. The city outside was quieter too, the noise dropping into a low, distant hum. Nina was the first to notice the time. “It’s almost midnight,” she murmured, rubbing her eyes.