Night By The Sea Novel Novels & Stories

The tables had turned. "I'll take only Gideon's billions!" Lyzza screamed as Mariz pulled the trigger. Ian fell into the dark and cold sea, consumed by the strong waves and darkness. "Now it's just me, b*tch! Take her away!" Mariz ordered, frantically rubbing her gun against her cheek. Her arms were held tightly by two men on either side of her, carelessly carrying her away. "Let me go!" she shouted, kicking the two who held her. They ignored her, not caring if her knees scraped on the concrete floor of the port as they continued to drag her.

Josiah was a little hurt, but he still accepted it quietly. He understood what Nia meant. He could not be too impatient or his actions would only backfire. After the family of three finished the seafood and came out of the restaurant, it was already completely dark outside. The surface of the sea was pitch black. Other than the lights that were radiating from the passing boats, there was only a faint moonlight. Such a view of the sea was still very beautiful.

Alya pointed out. “I want something else,” Jason smirked. Alya was confused but he was being very cryptic. He was driving far north for almost an hour until he finally stopped in front of what looked like a seaport. They got out of the car only to be hit by the cool night breeze. Alya’s long hair was swaying gently and she gaped at the calm sea. The night sky was clear of clouds with millions of twinkling stars. Several large ships were anchored at the port, hauntingly gloomy. There were only a few guards in the port at that hour. Jason motioned her to follow him.

The night was dark and the icy breeze from the sea piercing through the skin. It was a stellar, crisp night with only the melody of breaking waves and cicada chiming into the night. The night was still young but the coastal village had retired to sleep, crippled from the day that was. All that was left from the revelry were drunkards crawling in the street. Hana meandered into the dark cold night with her backpack in tow. “There’s no turning back, she said.” A thousand things going through her head.

Chapter One: Asking the Sea to Erase It All. The sea shimmered in the wind, with distant twinkling lights on the horizon. In November, a chill breeze made Anna's body stiffen, and she looked up at the sky with tears streaming down her face. Did this life still hold any meaning? Or should she just die? Was there any other choice in this dark existence? The pitch-black night blended with the crashing waves, and Anna hated herself for not having the courage to continue a life burdened by debts, and for not having the courage to drown herself in the sea.

I walked up to him, smiling brightly. "Thanks for the blessing. I really did become the Godmother. "Do you like this little thank‑you gift?" Calvin finally snapped. … At the far edge of the open sea, the sun crested the horizon, spilling molten red light across the waves and setting the entire ocean ablaze in a fiery glow. The cruise ship sailed toward Jackson's private island. It was an absolute safe haven and our future home. On the deck, the sea breeze swept away the lingering stench of blood from the night before.

“Tonight, we move.” The doctor gave a final nod, gathering his instruments and sealing the containers with sterile precision. Outside, the engine of the boat growled to life, cutting through the morning. As Charles guided her toward the deck, the sky above was still ink-black, the horizon only a faint smudge of gray. The boat began to turn, cutting through the restless sea toward the unknown. Below deck, Nina lay motionless, her breathing shallow, her world already swallowed by endless night. Above, Vanessa raised her face to the wind, breathing it in like victory. By the time dawn is fully broke, they would be gone.

He called out. They dove into action, reading the stars and doing their best to steer the ship around the waves and through them. It was a long night, filled with tension and unease, rumble and tumble, hard work and perseverance and although it was hard, they managed to make it through the storm, through the night and into the next day. . . . Morning arrived after what seemed like an endless night and although the ship was banged up, it wasn't at the bottom of the sea which was all that mattered to Hannah and Garin.

My father enters and sees me in bed with my husband. He drops a chest on the floor, “Make sure to uphold your end.” With that, he leaves the room and my life. Shortly after dawn, we were on their ship and headed North. I am wrapped in furs and settled in the driest spot of the ship. The sun starts to dip, and we find a beach to camp on. I can barely eat the fish and bread that I am given. Bjorn builds a fire to keep me warm and gives me another fur. My eyes close and I watch them through my eyelashes.

“Sleep will come soon. The night is still listening, but you are no longer floating alone.” I sank onto the worn wooden bench, my back against the cold wall, the scent of rosemary and salt wrapping around me like a promise. Outside, the wolves yipped, distant and indifferent. Somewhere beyond the cliffs, Alpha Cody’s patrols swept the streets, their boots echoing against stone. But inside this modest house, with a man who had risked everything to pull me from the sea, I felt an unfamiliar steadiness settle into my bones. The ocean’s whisper faded, replaced by the steady beat of a heart I had never known I could trust. And as the oil lamp guttered, the night held its breath, waiting to see wh