Night Fall Novel Novels & Stories

Only a small reading light, that illuminated the spot above Nadia’s book as she sat in bed reading, broke the darkness of the bedroom. Nadia was focused on the novel in her left hand and the warm tea in the other. She’d been unable to sleep even after several drinks at the bar. Jake had been holed up in his own penthouse all day reading about demons and how to avoid them and the infamous story of the devil at the crossroad. Nadia wasn’t offended by his absence but the distraction would be nice, she thought.

She stared at the message for a long moment, then typed back: Goodnight. Setting the phone on her nightstand, Lyra pulled the covers up to her chin and closed her eyes, willing sleep to come. But all she could see was Damien's face. All she could feel was the ghost of hands that had never touched her. All she could hear was a voice whispering dark promises in her ear. *** And in a penthouse in New York, thousands of miles away, Damien Nightbane sat in his darkened office, phone in hand, a slow smile curving his lips as he read the flight confirmation his people had just sent him.

The city lights blurred slightly, not because of speed, but because my eyes kept burning, kept threatening to betray me. The last time I did this, I never got answers. The last time, the flowers disappeared into a building I couldn’t enter, into a mystery I couldn’t solve. But tonight… tonight he wasn’t hiding. Tonight, I got to see exactly who Daniel was about to spend the night with. They drove for a while, the streets growing quieter, cleaner, richer. The kind of neighborhood where the sidewalks shone and the buildings stood tall and proud, dressed in glass and gold. When the hotel finally came into view, my stomach dropped.

Night. Only now has the novice gotten a little used to the fact that in the Citadel at nightfall it is not necessary to close the shutters... This is not in your native village, where there are iron bolts on the doors and windows. The night is terrible. The night breaks. The night brings despair. The young healer closed her eyes and quietly, as if afraid to break the majestic silence of the ancient fortress, sang a song that she often sang with other girls when they sat down to comb the tow or spin:

"We saw him surrender." "I know what I saw," I snapped. "And I know what I'm going to do. I'm going to kill him myself." I turned away from the fire. I looked out the grimy window. The moon was rising over the burning city. It was a blood moon. "We rest tonight," I commanded. "At dawn, we move." *** Dawn broke grey and brutal. The snow had started falling in the night. It covered the burning city in a blanket of white, hiding the scars but not the heat.

Night crept in , moonlight shone on the floor of her room from one of the windows , Chelsea laid down on her bed to sleep but as soon as she closed her eyes , snuggled in her blanket . There was a loud thud of someone falling . With an even more louder 'ouch' and then sound of bone cracking filled the room . Author's note: please support my other book a rose dedicated to Alpha Aiden. Its my first time writing an erotica plz let me know how its going

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

She blamed herself for what happened to Paxton. Perhaps, if she wasn't there, he wouldn't be dead by now Why did she agree to spend a night with him? she asked herself as she continuously hit her fist on her bed crying. ***** **Phone rings** Beatrix stretched out her hands, taking her phone from her bedside table. It was miss Lorelei "my goodness!" she exclaimed when her eyes met the time on her phone screen. "9.30" she sighed, she wasn't aware that it was night time despite her room getting dark; she had been lost in thoughts and she couldn't even sleep.

" I stare at the side of his face for a moment. I am Frozen for a thought hits me. There is only one window in the library. ------------------------------------------- My fingers quietly sift through the pages of the old Kings' journal, Xiirian Adonis Prime, The 8th Night Wolf. The sound of the slight brushes of pages and my small breaths are drowned by the snores of the other slaves that are already fast asleep, against the silence of midnight. It is well into the night, but I cannot sleep. Not when Night Wolf's words seem to bleed through the pages. He lived a life crueler than I ever imagined. His grief. His loneliness. I thought it was parallel to mine but is far different. It is deeper

After what felt like an eternity, she finally reached the top—the place where she had been pushed off hours ago. Collapsing onto solid ground, Sabrina lay flat on her back, breathing in shaky bursts. She clutched the grass beneath her, her body trembling from exertion. As the adrenaline subsided, the cold set in. She was exhausted and terrified. But she couldn’t afford to rest. Forcing herself upright despite her trembling limbs, Sabrina looked around. The night was dark, the only sound the faint chirping of crickets. It was eerily silent, and she hoped it would stay that way. She feared what might happen if she encountered a wild animal—or a man.