Night Passage Novel Novels & Stories

She had already sprinted past the turnoff for her apartment building; leading these unknown killers to her safe house would be suicide. She needed to lose them in the dark, because if she failed to break their line of sight, she would likely end up as a corpse on an autopsy table by morning. The path ahead was pitch black, unlit by any city infrastructure, but her enhanced night vision handled the darkness without issue. Fortunately, she knew these back alleys like the back of her hand. Reaching the absolute end of the concrete maze, the narrow path finally opened up into the wide, brightly lit expanse of the multi-lane highway.

I’ll handle it in the morning. I take my glass, with bottle of wine. I walk through the house, turning off the lights, making sure everything is locked up. Then, I head back upstairs to my bedroom and N*****x, feeling full and satisfied. I put the wine down with the glass, on the bedside table. I refresh the tv and press play. I curl up in the bed with a comfy blanket. Honestly, it’s moments like this that I do begin to miss New York. There’s no noise of the city, no friends like “Marcy” coming over to my house late night at eleven pm cause she was out have drinks and wants to crash. Owen getting pissed off cause he has to be awake for work in the morning. If that didn’t happen, he would get

The chill of the marble floor seeped through Natalie’s silk slippers as she moved through the darkened halls. Moonlight, thin and silver, sliced through the tall archways, painting stark shadows that danced with her every step. The mansion, usually a hive of quiet activity, now held its breath, a vast, opulent tomb. She clutched a small, leather-bound notebook, its pages filled with the meticulous script of Anita’s observations, Lucian’s whispered hints, and Isabella's unwitting revelations. Every detail, every overheard conversation, every seemingly innocuous fact about Lorenzo’s empire, she had committed to paper, a weapon forged in secret.

She didn’t know what she was saying yes to anymore. Albert exhaled sharply. Somewhere behind her, the low hum of traffic faded. It felt like falling through darkness. ————— Inside her apartment, silence had grown thick. The overhead lights were off. A single floor lamp glowed in the corner, casting a warm circle of light across the hardwood floors. Rain tapped against the windows, the same steady rhythm that had haunted her dreams.

I had drunk several bottles of mineral water while on the bus. Therefore, I felt the urge to get up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom. When I groggily opened my eyes, I noticed that Kathleen wasn't in bed. On my way to the bathroom, I passed by the living room and saw a dim, red light flickering from the room next door. It was just the two of us at home—could Kathleen be in there? If it was her, what was she doing there this late at night?

My new books were stacked on the bedside table, ‘The Lycan Chronicles’ sitting on the top. Suddenly, it hit me. Somehow, I had slept through the entire ride home. And I had even slept through Nicholas carrying me to bed.

He took it way too far. But who am I kidding? For someone who could send a serial killer to my house, he could literally do the impossible at this point. I run a hand through my hair as I get to bus station. I could not stop pacing back and forth as I waited for the bus. Too far Drake. Too far. The ride home took so long that I took a nap on the bus. There was a lot of traffic for reasons best known to the universe. Today has not just been good at all and it’s barely noon. I could not sleep all through the night because I was scared for Auntie Claudia and I had to watch her sleep. I only slept a hour and thirty minutes after auntie Claudia left and I couldn’t sleep again.

grumbled Dinda then laid down on the mattress that was no longer soft. "Ahh ... it's really uncomfortable," Dinda complained then tried to close her eyes because she was tired. *** A month passed and it was only one o'clock in the morning. Groaning at the pain in her stomach, she looked at her husband who was fast asleep beside her. Mona rushed to the bathroom to urinate, she felt wet. Could it be bedwetting? Mona's mind was racing. "Blood," Mona murmured very quietly when she saw her panties were full of blood, she hurried to clean it up then changed to find panties in the closet.

His fingertips lingered on her skin, a fond memory of his endearment. Lily reached for him, but it seemed the harder she tried to touch him, the further away he got. The ground moved beneath her, and the flames in the forest grew. “No!” She yelled. “Please! Caspius!” Tears welled in her eyes. Darkness fell. As it consumed everything, his fading figure transformed into a beast. Then, there was nothingness. Bright lights blinded her. She tried to rub the sleep from her eyes, but found that she couldn’t lift her limbs. They were bound to a bedpost. Or perhaps that was just her imagination.

The whispers and side talks were becoming too much. I could see my brother from the corner of my eye dragging my mom away persuading her to continue the party with him. I rushed into my room and locked the door and lay on the ground. Elektra just kept looking at me from a distance. Alcinder got up from my bed and lay on the ground, Elektra joined us and together we looked at the ceiling. We had drawn the curtains earlier and the room was dark. But the ceiling glowed with the fake constellation of the planets and stars. It was calming.