Night A Novel Novels & Stories

“Completely.” Outside, the night stretched on, unaware that somewhere in the dark, monsters were already counting profits— and that their time was running out. . . . Next morning I headed towards the room that was given to Nina to spend the night in. "How's the girl?" She asked groggily. "I can't say—"

It barely reached mid-thigh. She slipped it on, the cool fabric sliding against her oversensitive skin. Then she climbed into bed and pulled the covers up to her chin. Her phone buzzed on the nightstand. DarkVeil: Sweet dreams, little one. Tomorrow changes everything. She was too exhausted to question what that meant. Her eyes drifted closed, and within minutes, she fell into a deep, dreamless sleep. **** Across the estate, in his temporary bedroom, Damien Nightbane sat in a leather chair by the window, staring at his phone.

The emptiness of the living room suggested that Sarah had lost control of herself earlier and might even try to hurt herself in the end. A wave of regret swept across Richard's heart instantly. He regretted his actions the previous night. He wished he could reverse the hand of the clock. He shouldn't have tried to make love to her against her wish. He was just a little too drunk and hell-bent on achieving his aim. He even had to do it again and again. "Mrs. Wilson is sleeping upstairs. She had been sleeping since 12pm. We didn't wake her up because she needed a good rest," nanny Vera explained.

"Didn't sleep well last night?" Nova gave a slight nod and didn't say much. Ever since she ran into Hector, her mind had been a mess. Restless and uneasy, she ended up having nightmares all night. In the dream, she was back in her past life, reliving the same hopeless death all over again. Seeing how worn out she looked, Paul said gently, "Get some rest after breakfast. After you wake up, let's go for a walk." Nova actually liked that idea. After eating, she headed upstairs and ended up sleeping straight through until it was dark outside.

How she had moaned and whimpered with each of his touches and kisses, and with every thrust of his manhood between her legs. She couldn’t even remember what time they had finished, but he hadn’t stopped until he was fully spent. Carefully and hurriedly, Lilliane got off the bed despite the soreness between her legs, afraid to wake the stranger. She searched for the dress he had stripped off her the night before. She quickly put it on, never taking her eyes off the man, who was still fast asleep. She watched to make sure he didn’t wake up. Once she had her dress on, she realized how scandalous it looked. There was no way she could walk out of the hotel dressed like that!

I'm quiet because I actually feel guilty about all of this, I feel like I would have been able to do something. “No, that's not it, mom. I'm not scared of the news, and I will not get any nightmares,” I say and mom smiles. “Goodnight honey!” mom says and I wave, “Goodnight mom,” I say. She flips my light switch off and darkness floods the entire room. I turn off my phone and now I'm in absolute darkness, the kind of darkness where I can't even tell whether I'm lying or standing. After a few seconds of counting sheep, I fade. into my subconscious, gradually.

Nora said. ​"I’m asking you to survive," Julian countered. "Isn't that what you’ve always done?" ​The Night of the Living Data ​Nora couldn't sleep. The "Penthouse" was too quiet, yet too loud with the invisible hum of a billion people watching her through the smart-glass of the windows. ​She walked to the balcony, the wooden flute in her hand. She looked out at the New York skyline. It looked so real—the smog, the lights, the smell of rain. But then, she noticed it.

CHAPTER THIRTY- EIGHT Nala’s POV To think this little shit of a cat hated my guts when we first met. Now the furry traitor was curled up on my pillow like we'd been married for ten years. I was halfway dozing off, trying to finish a chapter of some blood-soaked haunted-house novel — because fuck those cheesy romance books — when a muffled knock hit my door. I didn't even bother asking who it was, knowing nova or Lena could want to check up on me, I just yanked it open.

Midnight: When the night closed its doors over the city, just as the house’s doors closed over betrayal. Naomi had fallen asleep, exhausted from the arduous household chores and preparing meals—chores in which Nelly offered no help, as she had become solely concerned with herself, her body, her clothes, and her perfume. She had not left her room since the day Naomi discovered her betrayal. The quiet of the apartment after midnight gave Nelly and Adel the freedom to play again.

" I stare at the side of his face for a moment. I am Frozen for a thought hits me. There is only one window in the library. ------------------------------------------- My fingers quietly sift through the pages of the old Kings' journal, Xiirian Adonis Prime, The 8th Night Wolf. The sound of the slight brushes of pages and my small breaths are drowned by the snores of the other slaves that are already fast asleep, against the silence of midnight. It is well into the night, but I cannot sleep. Not when Night Wolf's words seem to bleed through the pages. He lived a life crueler than I ever imagined. His grief. His loneliness. I thought it was parallel to mine but is far different. It is deeper