Night Court Acotar Novels & Stories

When the afternoon came, Naya gave some lame excuse to not go to her brother’s social night. Since Ryo and Ellie were already dressed up and they had also promised Collin of their attendance, they left Naya to sleep the day away. Ellie dressed in a flowy maxi dress, while Ryo once again wore one of her shirts and board shorts. The two drove to the restaurant at a more relaxed pace. They even stopped at the side of the road to admire the sunset.

CATALINA’S PERSPECTIVE VERONA, ITALY – 3:12 a.m., Week 20 The estate had become a living, breathing war machine. Every motion sensor was live, every camera hot, every dog straining at its leash. The night air outside vibrated with the low thrum of Nico’s drones, their red anti-collision lights sweeping the sky like blood across black glass. Dante had carried me upstairs hours ago, refusing to let my feet touch the floor longer than strictly necessary.

Abbott covers his face with his palms, rubbing the sleep from his eyes to force his brain awake. He slowly lowers the glass panel, flashing a very awkward smile. “Long time no see, Ms. Nightbane.” My eyes lock onto his features for two full seconds before my throat functions. “What are your paws doing inside my territory boundaries, Abbott?” My heart feels a shock of pure surprise. Abbott suffers from a massive wave of secret guilt, his eyes darting all over the gravel lot to avoid making direct contact with my gaze. “Uh... my wolf has some official hockey business to handle in this sector of the city.”

I kissed her forehead—hard, possessive—and left before the monster in me took over in front of her. Downstairs, Matteo waited by the island, arms folded. “I need names,” I said. “Sofia Ricciardi. Sharon De Marco. Night shift ends twenty-three hundred sharp. Ricci confirmed—they always leave together through the east exit.” “Good. Make something light for her to eat. She needs food,” I muttered, already moving. 22:51. Hospital staff parking lot. I leaned against the matte-black Urus, jacket discarded, sleeves rolled higher, two of my best men flanking the vehicle—one behind the wheel, one leaning on the hood. The night smelled of antiseptic and exhaust and vengeance.

She cut him off and kissed his cheek before climbing out of his lap and returning to her seat. Everyone around them was quiet, but we were all smiling. We knew Winter had already used her best weapon against her father, and he surely couldn’t say no to her. -------------------- Nadine and I showered after we had another round of explosive room renovation. As much as we wanted to stay in our room, tonight was also a full moon night. Kenzo was already with the three pups in the clearing, ready for shifting. The moon would peak soon, and we knew they’d be shifting anytime.

The fluorescent lights of St. Jude’s Memorial Hospital flickered with a rhythmic, dying hum that echoed the exhaustion in Dr. Aris Thorne’s bones. It was 2:14 AM. He had just spent twelve hours sewing together the victims of a multi-car pileup on the I-95. His hands, usually as steady as granite, were beginning to tremble with the onset of a caffeine crash. The smell of iodine and stale coffee seemed etched into the lining of his lungs.

“Oh?” “Yes. The darkness from beyond night itself wishes bad things, don’t you know?” Ralta smiled. “Then we shall crush them and their hairy pets. This time, we will be ready and will be coming for them. I do so detest being the southbound end of a northbound female dog.” ***

Nickie finally slid a silk nightgown over my head. I locked the door the second they left, but I tossed and turned all night, missing the warmth of the Moretti fire. The Academy I woke at 04:00. Old habits. I went to Matteo’s room, my Noir core screaming for contact. He looked innocent in sleep, like he wasn't a high-tech hitman. I sat on the edge of the bed, and a second later, I was pulled under the heavy duvet. "I knew you'd log in," he murmured, his face in my neck.

Seeing her smile, Natalie was reminded of the unsightly scenes from half a month ago. She didn't even want to spare her a glance. Natalie turned to Sienna and asked, "Sienna, what's the job?" "Natalie, you haven't walked on the runway for a long time, right? Tonight, All Night Manor has a night show. Get ready," Sienna said with a friendly smile. "Sienna, All Night Manor is a nightclub!" Natalie exclaimed in shock. They wanted her to do a show there?! All Night Manor was a famous nightclub in Novarisia, a luxurious venue with high-end clientele. It was a favorite gathering place for the wealthy and decadent youth of Paykston, and a place filled with countless shady dealings.

"Jiho, calm down. Sir, this is Nightide. I ordered a private room for us." "Oh, yes, sir. He didn't tell me that. I apologize," he bowed to both Naiting Dae-Jung and the members: "Follow this young lady to your private room." A young blonde dressed in knee-high socks and a short black dress came around the corner. Her hair was pulled into a high ponytail and touched her shoulders.