Night A Novel Novels & Stories

Sold to Diaz Cartel . Chapter 16: why do you do the things that you do? . The nights are getting warmer as the winter is slowly replaced by spring. The mansion is quiet, as it gets after the clock hits midnight, most of the random guards taking their leave. Even after all this time, Althea still can't find it in herself to sleep properly, specially now that she can walk again, always rather choosing to roam the empty corridors at night. She really tried tonight, she tried harder to stay still and sleep but nothing seemed to work. As the clock hit 3am, Althea finally gave up on sleep. She got out of bed, careful not to make too much noise, keeping a vigilant eye on Jana.

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?!

Only there could she find safety from these dangers. --- Nina was waiting in the living room, falling asleep on the sofa from exhaustion. Her sleep was restless, and the slightest noise woke her up. She sat up abruptly, looking around. Seeing no one else in the room, she realized Nash had not come back. Checking the time, it was already 10 PM. Nash usually came home by this time, but tonight there was no sign of him. Nina anxiously checked her phone. Nash had not sent her any messages, not even a call. This made Nina feel even more lost.

Dada asked furiously. "Excuse you? What right do you think you have to question me that way?" she refuted him and he grabbed her closer to him. Pissed, she pushed him away from her. "I had a one-night stand the night before. It was magical and up till now, I still can't let go of the moment I shared with this stranger. I have no idea who he is. Now I feel very lonely. I'm telling you because you are my friend. The only make friendship I have and value but please respect me next time." she said to him and tried to make her way out of his house but then he shut the door as he looked at her like someone who was brokenhearted.

She had already sprinted past the turnoff for her apartment building; leading these unknown killers to her safe house would be suicide. She needed to lose them in the dark, because if she failed to break their line of sight, she would likely end up as a corpse on an autopsy table by morning. The path ahead was pitch black, unlit by any city infrastructure, but her enhanced night vision handled the darkness without issue. Fortunately, she knew these back alleys like the back of her hand. Reaching the absolute end of the concrete maze, the narrow path finally opened up into the wide, brightly lit expanse of the multi-lane highway.

I didn’t hesitate. We stumbled out into the night, the cold air slapping our skin, but it only made the heat between us feel hotter. He flagged down a cab with one arm while keeping the other locked tight around my waist. The ride was a blur of stolen touches, grazed thighs, and heavy breathing. Neither of us spoke. By the time we reached the hotel, the tension had built to something feral.

all there invited guest had returned to their home. it was 7:30 pm already, the Adams family set to take there leave. jasper and Benjamin were lightly drunk. since Benjamin doesn't fancy the service of domestic worker except for Franca who has been Niyola's Nanny from birth. Benjamin, you're drunk and Tasha can not drive at night due to her night blindness, I advise that you guys should sleep over tonight and you will go home tomorrow morning. Lola said while her husband who was now miserably drunk just shake his like a lizard.

I stood there for a while, not scrubbing, not washing, just standing. Eventually, I forced myself out. I dried off, slipped into my soft nightwear, a simple black tank top and matching shorts, and walked back into the bedroom. The lamp on my nightstand cast a warm glow over the room, bathing the beige sheets and bookshelves in a honeyed light. I picked up the novel I’d been reading. Something romantic, dramatic, and overly cliché, but good for escaping. Usually. But tonight? I flipped it open, stared at the first page, then closed it right back again.

It was already 10:00 AM, and Liam was standing outside the door. How on earth did I sleep so deeply? I stood up and called out to her, but I got no response. Last night, I kept using the fake name she gave because didn’t want to get her spooked. But not anymore. I’m using her real name this morning, she needs to know that I know everything. I checked the bathroom and balcony but she wasn’t there, I couldn’t even find any of her things lying around. It’s right to assume that she had left this room while I was asleep. I guess she meant it when she said that she wanted this to be a one-night stand. I don’t usually sleep this deeply, I guess I got drained last night. I was hoping to have a few w

I lay on the bed looking at the ceiling, thinking about my demons, the ones that haunt me in my dreams. I am thankful for all the drama that happened today because I didn’t have time to think about my horrible memories. 25th of June, the day my innocence got ripped from me. I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight. Every year, when this time of the year comes—I feel dirty. Today, the 25th of June. I still remember his voice. I don’t think I will ever forget it. The whole reason I started writing; to get everything out of my chest. Everything I wrote in my book ‘Behind Closed Doors’ is based on my life, though people might think its fiction. It’s now the best-selling novel, and people don’t