Novel & Cerita Night A Novel

She looked at Chiara's sleeping face. At the small hand curled under her chin. The cloth rabbit wedged between her arm and Lucia's side, clutched even in sleep. She pressed the cloth against her jaw. Looked at the door. Began, quietly and without drama, to think. —----------------------- Night came to Terranova the way it always came, gradually, then completely, the last of the daylight pulling back from the streets and the lamplighters making their rounds and the town folding itself into the particular domestic warmth of evening.

She murmured something in her sleep — his name, maybe, or something softer. Nick closed his eyes. The city hummed outside the window. And for the first time in his life, Nicholas Vance wasn't afraid of the future. He was ready for it.

Rania nods her head and walks inside the restroom. Flashback, Rania splashed warm water on her face to clear her mind from his thoughts but deep down she couldn’t ignore his brusque behavior towards her. She took a deep breath and cleared the mascara smudge from her cheeks - She did a little touch up of makeup just the way English man had told her. She looked at the mirror for one last glance for confirmation but the unpleasant events of tonight resurfaced in front of her and a sob escaped her lips. Tonight, she was being awarded for making the most unique dress design and was about to live the night of her dreams but all of it was shattered into pieces only because she witnessed a death by

That Night Copyright © K.I. Lynn This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. This work is copyrighted. All rights are reserved. Apart from any use as permitted under the Copyright Act 1968, no part may be reproduced, copied, scanned, stored in a retrieval system, recorded or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without prior written permission of the author.

Nida didn't like to sleep with anyone, even though they fit on the mattress on top of the mat on the floor. The only light in the room came from the moon, which shone through the open window. She sighed again when the familiar sadness gripped her chest. She felt hollow, as if she wanted to embrace someone or something, but she didn't know who or what. She closed her eyes and tried to force herself to sleep. Maybe it was because of the fatigue from doing laundry earlier that she was able to fall asleep quickly. Lyzza didn't know what she was doing in that house. It was unfamiliar to her. However, there was a part of her that knew the place; it seemed familiar to her. Particularly, the big pic

She turned in her sleep and the robe she wore on top of the revealing nightie he saw last night flew open exposing her goodies to his hungry eyes. He willed himself to look away and not be tempted by the shape of her body and how well her breast pressed against the fabric of the nightie, he could see her perky nipples and was very tempted to touch them, how he was able to spend the night with such a gorgeous woman and not take her was beyond him but now that he was awake, he had to remind himself who she was and why it would be a bad idea to start anything with her. Lance finally got himself to look away from her and got off the bed, he meant to leave without waking her but she must be a lig

Or the floor, or the ground, or up against a wall. I gave a tiny shudder and gave myself a concussion-inducing mental slap. I had to stop thinking about him in such an erotic way. He wasn’t my type and I was certainly not his. I’d seen him in the gossip pages, and at awards events, with blonde bombshells who looked so perfectly put together, they could have been supermodels. Some of them are supermodels. Interestingly, Niamh is a blonde bombshell with her white-blonde hair and stunning figure. I haven’t cracked any mirrors lately but I can safely say I do not look anything like a supermodel. Not even close. I fall into the category of a mousy girl next door. Or maybe a girl down the road, so

Jenna smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes—there was a shadow there, a flicker of something unreadable. “Of course. Whatever you need, I’m here.” They spent the night talking—about the club, the wild nights filled with laughter and reckless freedom, about dreams they’d once whispered in corners of crowded rooms. Isabel laughed softly through her tears, clinging to those shards of light. But beneath it all, a dark thread tugged—an unspoken tension that neither dared to voice. When Isabel left, the city was quiet, the streetlights casting long shadows on the pavement. Jenna slipped back into her apartment, closing the door softly behind her. The warmth of the evening evaporated as she moved to

I make a quick trip deeper into the woods and work out the kinks in my legs. When I come back, I steal a sip of Nia’s whiskey to warm my chest. She stirs in silence. I set the glass on the frosted ground and shove my hands up my jacket sleeves to warm my fingers. It’s a new moon, and the smattering of late November stars fade as we get closer to sunrise. Beyond the fire, black walnut trees loom high overhead, punctuating the stillness of the night with a jarring thump each time the wind knocks an overripe nut free from its moorings.

I’ll handle it in the morning. I take my glass, with bottle of wine. I walk through the house, turning off the lights, making sure everything is locked up. Then, I head back upstairs to my bedroom and N*****x, feeling full and satisfied. I put the wine down with the glass, on the bedside table. I refresh the tv and press play. I curl up in the bed with a comfy blanket. Honestly, it’s moments like this that I do begin to miss New York. There’s no noise of the city, no friends like “Marcy” coming over to my house late night at eleven pm cause she was out have drinks and wants to crash. Owen getting pissed off cause he has to be awake for work in the morning. If that didn’t happen, he would get