Night Light Httyd Novels & Stories

ADRIAN'S POV The neon sign above the club entrance buzzes with a dying, electric hum, casting a flickering pink glow over the damp pavement. Adrian steps out into the cool night air, the bass from inside still thumping a heavy rhythm against his ribcage. He spots Ryder immediately. The hockey player is bent double near a dumpster, one massive hand braced against the brick wall, his back heaving.

Late at night, everyone that should be asleep had fallen asleep, yet those who were thirsty remained wide awake. After almost a night of flirting on Messenger, Nathan finally received a request from Hilda to give her a 'rub'. Hence, he immediately changed into convenient clothes and a pair of sneakers before sneaking into the dark. Hilda restarted Sherry's system, which bought him ten minutes.

Her face filled the screen on my phone, illuminated by the soft purple glow of her LED ring light. In the physical world, she was only a few feet above me. I could hear the soft click-clack of her nails tapping on the desk. It was intimacy in its purest, most perverted form. Then, the chat began to scroll faster. Usually, it was a blur of emotes and “LULs,” but something in the text caught my eye. A user named ShadowWatcher88 had typed in all caps: ShadowWatcher88: Wait. Look under the bed. There’s a reflection in the mirror behind her.

Gavin and I had been married for almost a year, but he always treated me rudely. I looked at the door, still closed as before. Maybe tonight Gavin would come home late as usual. The water on my face turned sad at the thought of the fact that tonight would pass in vain. Okay, I'm okay. Everything will be fine. Even tonight will probably be the same as the previous night; you don't have to be sad. I tried to strengthen myself. Fifteen minutes passed; I turned off the light and decided to sleep on the bed after the room lights were turned off. The 7X9 room was completely dark, apart from a little light source from the window vent.

The voices intensified as a beam of light lit up Jeremy on a higher stage. The rhythm he played started soft and slow but little by little the drums intensified. When the symbols crashed, a platform rose onto the stage with Kyung Jiho on it. Hae Mina grinned when she saw the white slivers light up under the black lights. On the back of Kyung Jiho's shirt was his name and on the arm was the Nightide emblem. The drum's symbols crashed and the next instrument joined. One by one, Nightide appeared on the stage with their parts. Hae Mina knew this was not her song to come in on because she had never been given a part.

And I know it's unfair to put such a burden on her, but it's not something I can carry alone right now. I'm going to sleep for a while because I know I'm going to need it later tonight." Just after twelve in the evening when everyone in the hostel is quiet, I walk to the Hangout. The light that usually burns here is off tonight. I walk in the dark and sit down in front of one of the computers, listening to the eerie silence before turning on the computer. The light from the screen blinds me for a moment. A minute later I log on to the internet. With G-4ce's blog open in front of me and my own notes next to me, I decide to SSH into the IP address I saw Doc type in last night.

But how can I be sure that you won't hurt me again? Adam: I understand your hesitation, but please know that I love you and I am committed to making things work between us. Samantha: Okay, I'm willing to try. Where are we going tonight? Adam: It's a surprise! But I promise you'll love it. Samantha smiles and they head out for their date night. They arrive at a fancy restaurant with dim lighting and a live band playing jazz music. Samantha: Adam, this place is amazing! How did you find it?

“The pier. Where it all started. Where we made a baby.” He hummed against my skin. “Possibly the best night of my life.” “You know I was staying pretty much next door to where you live?” “Don’t tell me that,” he said with a groan. I turned in his arms. “The W.” A growl of frustration left him and his forehead fell against mine. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” “Yeah.” “Yeah,” he said with a shake of his head. He turned me slightly. “You can’t see from this angle, but on the other side of the second tower of this complex is the W. It literally is right next door.”

After Jasper was asleep, I pulled out my old laptop. I logged onto The Onyx's internal message board for staff. I scrolled through the available shifts, looking for anything extra, any way to pick up more hours, even the undesirable late night ones. There were usually always open slots for the weekend dancing roles, but the tips varied. I needed a way to guarantee more cash. I saw a discreet message from the club manager, Mr. Thorne: "Special Client Engagement Team, Inquire for details. Higher compensation."

Lara recalled the cluster of security men converging on the helipad, blurred glimpses of an incredibly large white villa, and heat that only increased the nonstop pounding behind her temples. Jet lag had finally caught up with her. A rueful grimace slanted her face as she gingerly slid out of bed to gratefully appreciate that the ground beneath her feet was no longer rocking. It was dark outside. Locating the bedside light, Lara glanced at her watch. “8 pm… Are you kidding me?” The housekeeper, at least Lara assumed the warm, matronly woman who had come to her assistance was the housekeeper, had been a merciful savior. She had taken charge, banishing Christophe and helping Lara to bed.