Night Fall Novel Novels & Stories

The city glow hit the planes of his jaw, making him look like he’d been carved out of the night itself. “Call me Midnight,” he said. His voice was low, carrying a weight that made her skin prickle. “And I know exactly who you are, Lila. I know you touch yourself every night. I know you lie here imagining a stranger who comes in and tells you what to do. I know what you crave when nobody is looking.” He leaned against the wall, his gaze dropping from her face to the glistening toy still inside her. His eyes didn’t waver. There was no shame in his look, only a terrifyingly calm observation.

{ Georgette } I wake up in the middle of the night, dripping in sweat and with my heart pounding. I had another nightmare, but this time it was a lot more gruesome than usual. Cain and Asheron both died, but with more blood involved. I try to recover and distract myself, but I can’t. It's only midnight, so I’m all alone in the hotel suite while Jos is roaming the streets of her favorite city next to a very handsome man who's protecting her. She invited me, of course, but I was in a shit mood. And this nightmare only made it worse.

So I stay close enough to the surface to hear it coming. The cabin was cold in the way mountain cabins got cold when autumn decided it was done pretending to be summer. The fire had gone out around three in the morning and I hadn't bothered to restart it. Cold didn't trouble me the way it troubled most. One of the smaller advantages of what I was, what Silver Dawn had made me, or maybe what I'd always been and the Circle had simply named and handed back to me with a training manual attached. I lay on my back in the narrow cot and ran the day's report through my head the way I always did before sleep and after waking. A habit so old I couldn't remember learning it. Some people counted sheep.

He shyly informed her as his point fingers met. ‘Nice idea,’ She thought while her not-cooperating face gave a not-that-interested look. As she thought for an ideal name, an inexplicable word sprang out on her mind instead. “Morgenstern,” she mumbled without lifting her chin from her palm. “From now on, you will be Morgenstern Dale. [Meaning: ‘the valley of the morning star.]’” Reading Erin Morgenstern's book "The Starless Sea" was her favorite past time. "We are all stardust and stories, indeed.

A tall figure stood at the foot of my bed, reeking of alcohol. In an instant, I was dragged back into that nightmare. But this time, I wouldn’t be afraid. The moment Winson appeared, the comments surged like a flood. [Ahhh, the male lead’s finally here. That face—I'm obsessed.] [Not just handsome, he’s got insane stamina too. Seven times in one night. She’s living the dream.] Seven times in one night? What did that make me? A sex doll?

Just the certainty of who stood beside you when difficult things arrived. Outside, night deepened slowly beyond the windows. Inside, laughter and arguments tangled together upstairs while warm light filled the rooms below. And the house held all of it within its walls. The noise. The peace. The love. The things worth protecting. End of Chapter One Hundred and Nineteen

SERENA'S POV The night sky stretches endlessly above us, stars twinkling like distant beacons of hope in the darkness that has long since descended upon our property. The gentle crackling of the makeshift bonfire provides the only real illumination in our garden now, casting long, dancing shadows across the faces of my family as we gather in a circle. The destruction of our home looms behind us, a stark reminder of the chaos that erupted just hours ago.

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.

DANTE I got up early, as always when I have an important assignment, at five in the morning. I never slept that much anyway, I was getting used to only sleeping four or five hours, as far as my nightmares would allow. I opened the window, felt the cold penetrating my lungs and so I cleared all the whiskey I drank the night before. Since the death of my parents my dreams turned into nightmares, making me constantly fight with my inner and outer demons that had murdered my parents.

Nicole "You are not asleep?" "No," I whisper, glancing at the man who just entered the room. It's 1a.m, and I couldn't sleep because my mind is still chaotic. I was so excited about the date, and after what happened today, I can't help but feel insecure about everything. Alessio takes off his jacket and tosses two guns on the table. I eagerly watch him, but the man doesn't even look at me. This must be the most traumatizing relationship to exist. Maybe he was not ready for this at all. Am I forcing this on him?