Night Pride Series Novels & Stories

A few years later, at a Bluemoon Group press conference, the acting CEO declared that the company would now fall under the permanent authority of the Elder Council. Ryder, the once untouchable Alpha, surrendered every title he bore, then slipped from the world as if erased. The media erupted with speculation. Some said he'd gone mad, others swore he was already dead, and a few claimed he'd gone into seclusion in some far-off place. Yet in the quiet coastal town of Norvane, locals now and then caught sight of a tall, solitary figure.

Bianca smiled, glad that her best friend was planning a surprise for her, maybe there was hope for their friendship she thought as they rushed out when Adrian kept honking and yelling at them to hurry up. They started their journey to the cabin. “Pregame?” Giana asked as she brought out a bottle of vodka from her bag pack. “Hell yeah!” Adrian said as he grabbed the bottle. “I don't think the driver should be drinking.” Bianca started. “I also thought we left our parents back at home, yet here you are.” Adrian mocked, everyone laughed, as he took a drink handed the bottle to Matteo, who was sitting shotgun. The group was drinking, smoking weed, yelling, and laughing. Even the uptight Bianca h

It was already 10:00 AM, and Liam was standing outside the door. How on earth did I sleep so deeply? I stood up and called out to her, but I got no response. Last night, I kept using the fake name she gave because didn’t want to get her spooked. But not anymore. I’m using her real name this morning, she needs to know that I know everything. I checked the bathroom and balcony but she wasn’t there, I couldn’t even find any of her things lying around. It’s right to assume that she had left this room while I was asleep. I guess she meant it when she said that she wanted this to be a one-night stand. I don’t usually sleep this deeply, I guess I got drained last night. I was hoping to have a few w

He breathed deep once, then several times shallow. “Just a dream,” the words fell out, but louder than he planned when his mouth opened. Though a warm summer morning, chills tremored across his body. “But Froiz rode out with the scouts, didn’t he? Damn.” He thought of the men that went north the previous day to scout, and wondered why he’d dreamed such a wild thing. To fear those priests of the oaks—yes, that came naturally after what they’d all seen of the Celts in the south and heard yarns about for ages. Often, he and others spotted the ones they named Druids in the forests, watching and holding branches, staring . . . and seeming to disappear back into the green. August didn’t think it m

At the end, I mop so that I don’t step on my mop. "Can you change my bed sheet?" After this, I approached her and she sat on the sofa while I took a blanket from the nursing station on their floor and then changed it. "Thank you." I smiled as I walked out of her room. She doesn’t get much but knows how to be grateful. Almost all the people in the private ward are stuck and do not talk. They are often rude. I smiled, maybe I am happy now, because it's not that hard to be in night shift, maybe my thoughts for night shift is not that really bad, but I dropped the cleaning materials, and I get each of them, until a two pairs of legs in front of me.

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

As Alex went unconscious after bleeding out and losing his breath, his life drifted away, now his consciousness was buried deep in his mind as his brain activity slowed down. He didn't feel no sense of peace, only a truckload of regrets. As he sank further to a seemly never-ending abyss, Alex saw the light. "Was this the popular light people saw when they died ?" He thought, his consciousness floated toward the bright purple light and once he got close, the light like a raging tornado sucked him in.

She knew her nightmare will soon turn to reality and this nightmarish reality will make her life hell. Elena Singh was a 22 years old working woman like every normal women but was her life really normal like others? She was unique, she was talented, she was brave, she was independent yet she was terrified, not of anyone else but herself. Why? Because she saw dreams, or you can call them nightmar JJes, and because whatever she dreams comes true. Lately, She gets these weirdly terrifying nightmares which are scarier than any other nightmare she saw. Only if she knew, the MAN in her nightmare will soon turn her whole existence in to a living nightmare.

During the wait for Richard to get out of danger, Jaclyn visibly grew haggard. Finally, two weeks later, Richard was moved out of the ICU and regained consciousness. The moment he woke up, Jaclyn fell to her knees beside his bed, her eyes red with tears. "I'm sorry, Dad." However, Richard reached for the water pitcher by his bed and hurled it at Jaclyn's forehead. "You ungrateful brat! You're such a disgrace! How could you let that butler of yours treat your own parents that way?!" Seeing Richard growing too agitated, I quickly stepped forward to calm him down.

A loud voice of smashing something jerked me from my sleep, and I fell from my bed. Groaning, I looked up to the door from where the sound came. The room door was slung open and three men in black suits were standing at my door. I stood up from the floor as a man reached towards me.